Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
My heart flipped as I turned onto my stomach. I laid my head to the right, then to the left, then to the right again, unsure of what the fuck I was supposed to do with it. Without looking back, I knew he was probably laughing at me, but I waited quietly, nonetheless. He slapped my right cheek hard. I gasped loudly.
“Ass up,” he ordered. “On your hands and knees.”
I squirmed. He slapped my left cheek. Hard. My throat made a sound, something between a gasp and a strangled moan. I looked over my shoulder, biting my lip to keep from moaning again just from the fire in his eyes. He opened my legs wider and stood between them. I felt him on my ass as he reached for my hair and wound it in his hands, pulling me up until I was on my knees with my back against his chest.
“You like this, Principessa?” he asked low in my ear. “You like it when I slap your ass? When I pull your hair?”
I tried to nod, but his hold on my hair was too tight.
“Tell me.”
“Y-yes, I like it.”
“Hm.” He let go of my hair so quickly that I had to catch myself from completely flopping on the bed.
I was about to look over my shoulder again, but suddenly his body was looming over me. He kissed the back of my neck, a gentle peck that made butterflies swarm inside me. With open-mouthed kisses and licks, he made his way down my spine. It was almost impossible to stay still. When he got to my lower back, I shimmied, needing more. More. He bit my right cheek, then my left. My arms shook as I tried to keep myself up.
“Such a perfect body,” he said as he began to undress the lower half of my body, taking off my stockings and garter.
A soft hiss escaped his lips as he pulled my thong down slowly. I couldn't tell if he was taking his time to savor it since it wouldn't happen again, or if he wanted to allow me to halt him should I choose. My temperature rose as he set his hands on the back of my legs and trailed them up my backside, cupping my ass firmly. Then I felt a lick between my cheeks, and my body jolted forward in an instant. He clasped both hands around my hips and pulled me back towards him.
“Relax,” he said, and I did immediately. His hands worked to unhook my bra, the last piece of clothing I had on. I was completely naked on display, and he was still fully dressed. “Turn around.”
I submitted to his command and collapsed onto the bed, my body shaking with anticipation. His hands were on my breasts, kneading, and then my nipples, squeezing and tugging as I writhed in pleasure. I struggled to hold back the moans that threatened to escape my lips as the pressure in my core began to build. He wasn’t even fucking me yet. He was playing with my breasts, and I was ready to come again.
“Has anyone played with your nipples, Principessa?” He kept kneading, kept pinching, and twisting. I could barely breathe as exhilaration shot from my spine to my toes, but I managed to nod. His expression never wavered as he came down and took my left nipple into his mouth.
“Oh. . .my. . .God,” I whispered, my back arching off the bed.
“You like that?” He moved on to the other and did the same, biting it as he pulled away. He looked amused at the sound I made when he pulled away from me. “You want more?”
“Please.”
My breath hitched as I felt his scorching hot lips and hands exploring my body. He nibbled each nipple before he descended further, raining kisses down on my stomach. His tongue delicately traced around my belly button before his lips started a slow path to the spot between my legs. I could feel the anticipation radiating off of him, but I clamped my legs shut out of instinct. He pulled back and looked at me with a feral glint.
“Open.” His eyes burned with the command. I shook my head, biting my lip hard. I felt tears prick my eyes, though I couldn’t understand why. Maybe because it was too much, this felt like sensory overload. “Lenora.”
“I can’t,” I whispered.
“Has anyone done this to you before?”
“No.”
“What’s the problem?” He set his hands on my knees and began drawing slow circles with his thumb as he waited for me to answer.
“I don’t know.”
“Are you embarrassed?” he asked, eyes softening when I nodded. “Oh, Principessa.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You wanted me to be your first, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” I wiped my eyes quickly.
“Do you still want that?”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “I want you.”