Page 72 of Princess Claimed

She grins. “Let me finish my map, and I promise you’ll get your reward.” Her eyes are hooded as she looks into mine, and in them I see the promise of everything she still plans, and what she clearly hopes I’ll do to her, once I’m freed.

Glancing down, she sucks one of my toes between her lips. Holy shit. My hips buck up, straining against my bindings. Looking up and into my eyes, she sucks harder. She’s uncovered yet another nerve superhighway that leads to my cock, and while it makes me even more curious about having her lips around that particular part of me, I now think that much pleasure would kill me.

She moves to my other toes. It’s like she’s doing an experiment to determine which toe will yield the biggest reaction—answer: they all do. Then she moans around one of my big toes, and the vibrations penetrate my entire body. I’m panting now, barely able to contain myself or the massive amount of seed I know is building inside my over-swollen rocks.

Ana’s giving me experiences I never imagined, and my love for her swells. My gratitude goes miles beyond the physical pleasure. Why did I waste so much time using hate and anger to smother my true feelings for Ana?

Now that I’m being honest with myself, I felt these new emotions the moment she displayed her bravery and poise in those tunnels, the second she used her intelligence and cunning to not run from us, instead figuring out a way to use us to keep her safe.

I pretended to resent her for that—pretended to be furious about her less than subtle manipulation—but I admired her intelligence, her survival skills, her strategic nature. Truth is, I loved having Ana around us from the very first minute. And I am loving this now.

Slowly, deliciously, Ana works her way up my legs, touching me everywhere, and I never once imagined that I could get this much pleasure from simple contact. My heart is fully pounding inside my balls and cock—both as hard as rock. A whiff of her breath, a brush of her hair on my stiffness, and I’m going to erupt.

But I don’t want to rush her. Watching her obvious delight, gives me more pleasure than I could possibly imagine. I’d give my life to please Ana. Compared to that, delayed gratification is nothing.

Her lips press soft kisses against the tops of my thighs, leaving damp circles, then she licks my skin inside each of the circles’ perimeters. I groan.

Her gaze lifts up, melding with mine, and we look into each other’s eyes, as her tongue continues to dampen tiny circles on my skin and my hips strain to rise. She’s so close. So close to where I need her to be.

But instead of touching my rod, or my balls, she sits back slightly. Her gaze drops from my eyes to land directly on my cock, and it leaps, bouncing under her scrutiny and anticipating her touch.

“May I touch your erection?” she asks, without looking up.

“Fuck yeah.”

Her gaze flicks up, scalding hot. “May I use my mouth to touch it?”

“Fuck yeah, times a hundred. Times a million.”

A grin spreads from her lips to her eyes, but then worry invades, and her teeth scrape her lower lip. “I don’t know how. Will you tell me how you like it?”

I shake my head. “A first for me too. Let’s figure it out together.”

Her grin spreads again, and it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen, then her tiny fingers land softly around the base of my cock. I nearly jump out of my skin.

“Sorry.” She backs up a bit. “Did that hurt?”

“Hurt is not the word I’d use, my love.” A realization rushes through me. “You know how it feels when I touch your nub.”

“My clitoris?”

I nod. “Best guess? When you touch my cock, it feels like that.”

Her eyes widen. She nods in understanding and then takes me in her hand again, this time more firmly. I moan, the sound escaping from the depths of my chest, as the semi-circle formed by her thumb and forefinger rise up my shaft.

When she reaches the tip, she swivels her hand’s position before she descends, hitting places she missed on the way up. I want to suggest she dip her fingers inside herself to add lubrication, but then think the better of it. The instant her dampness touches my cock I’ll shoot my load.

And I don’t want to hasten anything that might signal the end of this act.

Her face drops toward the head of my cock, and her breath drives me out of my mind. Her fingers slide up my shaft again, and she tugs down my foreskin, fully exposing my head to the air—and to her sweet, damp breath.

“Holy fuck!” My hips strain against their restraints.

Her gaze flicks toward mine. “Is that okay? Does it hurt when I pull that skin down?”

“No, it feels fucking great.”

She smiles and then her eyes focus on my member again, studying me with curiosity and lust as her fingers rise and lower, driving me wild. Her tongue peeks out to brush over her top lip.

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