Page 3 of His Prince

His hand moves to my head, curling into my hair and gently pulling me forward.

The weight of him on my tongue makes mechoke and gag, but I refuse to be cowed.

I want to show him I can do this, that I want it. I may be an inexperienced virgin, but my husband is most definitely not.

Though he says he’s never been with a man before.

He’s made an exception for me.

“I am yours and you are mine. My breath, my heart.”

His dick slides into my mouth until his cockhead hits the back of my throat. I gag around him, swallowing repeatedly, my eyes leaking, my mouth drooling. I won’t give up. I’m not a quitter.

My dad thinks I’m soft, that I can’t handle the harsh realities of this life. And he’s right in many ways, but I also have parts of him in me. I’m a fighter.

I overcome when things grow tough.

His hand loosens and I slide on and off his hard cock, letting my lips tighten around his length as I move. I pop off the end of his dick and my eyes meet his, those swirling dark blue depths full of secrets.

“You give up?” he rasps, his chest heaving.

I shake my head, wiping the drool from my chin with the back of my hand. “I never quit.”

His lips tighten, almost as if he’s holding back a smirk, and I love it.

Love that I can make this straight man want me like this.

So, I go back with a vengeance.

I never give up.Never.

I suck hard, hollowing out my cheeks and bobbing my head. My gags come and go as I learn how to suck him, figuring out how he likes it, deducing what he needs from me. And the entire time my head is shuttling back and forth, tongue growing numb from the friction of the heavy weight against it, my eyes are on his.

And my cock is so hard, leaking, begging to be pulled out and stroked.

But I want him to touch me. I want him to make me come.

Him. Only him.

“You’re mine forever, Angelo. My Angel.”

His fingers tighten in my hair, almost painfully as he tugs me forward. I know he likes what he sees, what he feels. I’m doing a good job. My first blow job and I’m making him horny.

For me.

Another man.

Suddenly, my head is wrenched back, my eyes blinking up at him, my cheeks wet from the way my eyes have been watering.

“Enough. On the bed. Ass up.”

“Was it good?” I ask as I stand up on shaky legs, licking my swollen lips.

“You know it was.”

I preen at that, the small compliment from him.

He guides me to the bed, his cock still hard and protruding from his open pants, wet and slick from my saliva. I did that to him, made him hard, dick dripping with precum.

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