Page 51 of Prisoner of the Lycan Prince

Another groan broke from me as I palmed her head. “Fuck yes, sweetheart,” I said, guiding her up and down my cock. “Just like that.”

She hummed, sending vibrations shooting down my dick to my balls. Her firm tits swayed with her movements. Her saliva slicked my shaft as she took me deeper and then bobbed her head.

My cock nudged the back of her throat. I tensed, worried about gagging her, but she kept going.

“Baby,” I breathed, pleasure pumping through my veins. I stared at the nude goddess deep-throating my dick, disbelief warring with the desire blasting me like a blowtorch. Was this really happening? Maybe I’d fallen on the way to the spring and hit my head. I was unconscious on the side of the mountain right now, and this was a fantasy.

Harper moved her hands to my thighs, her slender fingers digging into the muscle. Her braids flew as she continued bobbing on my dick, her tongue slicking my shaft. My balls tightened. I was going to come.

But not yet.

I tightened my fingers in her hair. “Harper.”

She released my dick with a pop. Panting, she gave me an anxious look. “Is everything all right?”

“It’s fucking amazing. But I need to be inside you.”

The worry fled her gaze. “Okay.” She climbed up my body and straddled me, and I almost came on the spot at the sight of her plump, glossy cunt positioned over my straining cock.

“Fuck, this isn’t going to take long,” I muttered, gripping her waist. A meteor strike couldn’t have pulled my gaze from the sight of her pussy swallowing my cockhead. The blunt tip stretched her opening, and then I was inside her, my dick surrounded by her searing hot clutch.

“Yes,” she gasped, already rocking. Pink spread down her chest to the ruby-red tips of her breasts. “It feels so good.”

I dug my heels into the ground and pumped my hips, bouncing her as I fought for control. “You like that? You needed a nice, big dick, didn’t you, sweetheart?” She blushed harder at my filth, digging her teeth into her lip and threatening to make me go up in flames. “I can hear how much you want this,” I continued. “Such a loud pussy. You’ve been wet all day, haven’t you?”

“Uh-huh.” She bounced harder, her hands on my chest and her head thrown back. Her braids swung wildly. Her tits jiggled, her puckered nipples dark with arousal. Mist rolled around us as we moved together, our moans and gasps joined by the gentle slap of water against the shore.

Harper’s pussy strangled my shaft. Nothing had ever felt so good. As I’d predicted, I wasn’t going to last.

I reached down and stroked Harper’s clit, which swelled proudly from its little sheath. “Are you going to come all over this dick you wanted?”

She cried out, her movements growing more frantic. “Yes! God, yes, I’m going to come!”

“Let’s see it, then, beautiful. Get my dick all wet. Soak it with that pretty pussy. Come on, baby.” I rubbed her clit faster.

She came on a scream, her pussy clamping hard. My orgasm hit a second later, the force of it stealing my breath. I managed one more thrust before I seized Harper’s hips and spurted inside her. She sagged over me, her pussy milking my cock dry.

“Holy shit,” I panted, lifting her off me and rolling so we tangled together on the grass. We lay quietly for a moment, and then Harper lifted onto her elbow.

“Thank you for showing me the spring.”

I flicked the end of the braid that dangled over her breast. “Showed you a good time, too.”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched. “So modest.”

“Thank you. It’s about time someone noticed.”

Now, she laughed. “Please. I don’t think your ego can get any bigger.”

“When you’re around, everything about me can get bigger.”

I continued teasing her as we rinsed off and dressed. As we started back down the trail, I eyed her boots.

“Boots still good? Any blisters?”

“No blisters. Arlo did a good job picking out gear for me.”

“Yeah. He has an excellent eye for that sort of thing.”

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