Page 89 of His Prince

I reach down and wipe up the mess he made, staring at his sloppy, used hole. It makes something inside of me well up with pride.

I made him scream. With my cock and my fingers. Imagine what I can do with my tongue.

“What’s that look for?” he asks when I finally draw my hand away from him.

“Nothing. Go to sleep. I’ll take care of the sheets tomorrow.”

He curls up with a contented sigh, and I toss the washrag to the side and slide in next to him. Not touching him, but waiting.

Waiting for him to roll over onto me later tonight.

The next morning, I wake to Angel on top of me, his body slowly rutting against mine even as he sleeps.

My horny little prince. My hands skim down his back to his pert ass cheeks, and I squeeze them gently. A content sigh escapes him, and I feel my already hard cock throb. My finger slides down his crack to his puckered hole and I press against it, loving the sounds he makes as he wiggles against me.

“Oh,” he gasps, and then his eyelids flutter open, his lips impossibly close to mine.

Not that he wants me to kiss him.

“Oh, yes. There. Right there.” He wiggles on top of me a little further, giving me better access to his ass.

“You sore?” I ask softly, and he sighs.

“A little, but…I’m so horny.”

“Come here,” I say and pull him up until he’s straddling my chest.

He stares down at me, his eyes still sleepy, his hair a mess. I reach out and cup his cock in my hand, stroking it lazily.

“Oh,” he gasps and then leans his head back, his Adam’s apple working as he grabs onto the headboard and starts to rock his hips forward. I watch it all, my eyes unsure of where to land—his leaking cock, his trembling thighs, his heaving chest, or his face.

That beautiful fucking face. Those pink cheeks and puffy mouth.

He bites down on his bottom lip and stares down at me, his pupils dilated, his lashes fluttering.

I tighten my hold on him and that bottom lip pops out, wet and red. I stare at it, envisioning my mouth on his, sucking on it, licking it.

His body starts to shudder and then he tenses up, his cock pulsing his release. It hits my chest and neck, sliding down my skin to the pillow beneath my head.

Angel stares at it as I slowly let him go.

“I made a mess everywhere.”

“You did.”

His lips tremble and then he lets go of the headboard and reaches behind him, finding my hard cock straining upward.

“Oh.”

“I’m fine. It’s time to get up.”

“But—”

Just as he says that there’s a knock on the door.

“Little husband?” one of the bodyguards says. My cheek twitchesat that term of endearment. They have no right. He’s not theirs. He’s mine.

“One second,” Angel calls out and then glances back at me.

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