Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
I start kissing my way down her body, toward The Promised Land. That’s what I’d normally do next, if we were doing this privately. I’d eat her pussy till she was screaming my name. But since that’s not allowed, I change course and kiss her hip bone. The flesh above her pelvic bone. The inside of her thigh.
“Oh my god,” Charlotte whispers hoarsely, writhing. “You can kiss between my legs. Only on the outside.” It’s a change from what she said before we started. And I’m all for it.
Quaking, I run my fingertips along her slit, up and down, and she shudders with arousal. After a few more strokes, Charlotte abruptly sits up, pushes me back, and straddles me. My eyes go wide, since I’m thinking she’s going to slam herself down on my cock and ride me, but, no. That’s what this would mean if we were alone and this were real. In this context, however, I’ve got no idea what’s going to happen next.
Breathing hard, Charlotte slides her arms around my neck, presses her forehead against mine, and begins grinding herself against the full length my shaft. Up and down she goes, getting herself off like I’m her own personal dildo.
“The prince is drenched in rain,” she grits out in a halting, strained voice. “So he’s wiping himself off with a royal towel.”
A groan escapes me. Charlotte’s pussy is wet as she grinds herself against the length of me. Surely, her clit is swollen and hard as she simulates fucking me, and the thought makes me jerk and jolt with the urge to let go.
I’m not allowed to kiss her mouth, so I sit up and kiss her cheek. Her jawline. Her neck. I nibble her ear. Skim my lips precariously close to hers, without actually touching them.
The effect of all this upon Charlotte is obvious. She’s turned on. For real. Like crazy. Unless, of course, she’s acting and I’m a total fucking idiot.
“If you stick your fingers inside me, I’ll come,” she whispers into my ear. “I’m right on the edge. Make me come.”
It’s another sharp detour from the earlier boundary she set when she was in her right mind—no penetration of any kind—so, I pause. Will she regret it later, if we don’t follow the rules she set while sitting at my kitchen table?
“Do it,” she grits out. “Do it.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. Do it now. I’m so close. Do it. Please.”
Well, fuck. I slide two fingers inside her, and she cries out with pleasure. As I finger fuck her, slowly, I moan along with her. I feel drugged by the insane amounts of lust pumping through my veins. By how wet she’s become. She’s so fucking wet, my fingers inside her are making sloshing noises as I methodically stroke her G-spot.
As I finger-fuck her, I start kissing everything surrounding her mouth. My fingers are pulling her toward the finish line. I can feel her pleasure spiraling.
Suddenly, I’m treated to the best, most delicious sensation in the world: Charlotte’s innermost muscles rippling fiercely around my fingers. As she comes, she throws her head back and moans and groans at the top of her lungs.
When the warping around my fingers ceases, I slide my fingers into my mouth and jolt at the sweet taste of her. I’d give anything to fuck her right now. Anything. Even more to spread her legs wide and eat her pussy like a starving man. But since I’m not allowed to do either, I stare up at her with hungry eyes, nonverbally begging her to let me break every fucking rule we agreed upon.
“Well, would you look at that,” Charlotte says, peeling her blazing eyes off mine in order to look down at my straining cock. “The prince has been searching so long and hard for his princess, he’s sweating again. Even more than before. Poor guy. Here, Prince, let me wipe the royal sweat off the royal brow for you, sir.”
Charlotte slides off me, her green eyes locked with mine. She’s clearly enjoying this, far more than I ever would have believed. I’m assuming she’s going to wipe the royal brow with her fingertip, like before, but to my surprise, this time, Charlotte gets onto her hands and knees, bends down like a kitten lapping at a bowl of milk, and licks the full length of my cock, from my balls to my tip, with a wide, eager tongue.
“Oh my god,” I choke out, gripping the bedspread beneath me. I didn’t see that coming. Is she trying to end this show prematurely, before our big finale? Because if she keeps doing that, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
Charlotte licks me again. And then again. Until I’m clearly on the verge of a premature release. Suddenly, she jerks up onto her knees next to me, and says to the camera, “The prince sees smoke in the distance! It’s the princess, sending him a smoke signal. The prince must traverse hills and valleys to get to her and save her!”