Page 31 of A Wise Prince

“I think I just had an out-of-body experience,” she hums as she relaxes into the bed, her inner muscles finally releasing their death grip on my dick.

I laugh and she laughs too.

I slowly pull out of her, and she winces.

“You OK?” I ask her.

She nods. “Just not used to that,” she admits.

I kiss her lips. “Well, I’m gonna have to rectify that situation,” I say to her as I dispose of the condom.

“Prepare for round two,” I say as I find my way back between her legs, intent on hearing her scream my name at least a dozen more times tonight.

CHAPTERELEVEN

Kathryn

If fucking was an Olympic sport,August would be a multi-gold medalist for sure. I’m having a complete out-of-body experience for sure. My body is jelly. My muscles…yeah, those aren’t working. I’m covered in sweat, some my own and some Auggie’s. We’ve been fucking for hours. He’s done things to me that I didn’t know were possible. And now we are both lying on his bed, panting as we come down from yet another simultaneous orgasm, also something I didn’t think was possible.

“Is this how you work out?” I ask him because any filter I have for speech has been eradicated by his magic mouth and dick, the latter of which I have secretly nicknamed King Titan.

He laughs and rolls over to face me, tracing a line down between my breasts. I shiver from his contact.

“Let’s take a bath,” he says.

“I don’t think movement is possible.”

With another laugh, he picks me up and carries me into his bathroom, setting me down on a bench. I watch as he fills a jetted tub and turns it on before placing me inside it. He climbs in behind me and pulls back against him. I hum my appreciation as the strong jets of water massage my aching muscles.

“Better?” he asks me, his thumb rubbing small circles on my belly.

“So good,” I murmur, my eyes fluttering closed.

His hand snakes down and gently massages between my legs.

“Auggie, I don’t think I can come anymore,” I say. My poor vagina is definitely done for now. She has never seen this much action nor that big of a cock.

“You sore?” he asks.

I nod, feeling mildly embarrassed. And also impressed with his stamina.

“Let’s get cleaned up and get you tucked in,” he says as he grabs some soap and begins to clean me. I return the favor and can’t help spending extra time cleaning his cock. I explore it with my hands as I clean him. It comes back to life as I grip the base, and I jerk back.

“Sorry,” I squeak.

He chuckles and takes my hand in his, placing it back around his cock. Together, we stroke it, up and down. My hand doesn’t wrap all the way around it, but his large hand does. It doesn’t take long for him to come. I lean down and lick away the salty liquid running down his shaft. He groans, and I’m emboldened to take the tip of his cock in my mouth.

“Shit, that feels good,” he breathes.

Once I have him cleaned off, he kisses me and stands up, the water runs down his perfectly sculpted body in rivulets and I want to lick every inch of him. I’m in shock that I can touch him, anywhere. It’s like winning a prize. I’m the little girl who just won the giant stuffed teddy bear at the fair, and now I can take it home and crawl in bed with it.

He grabs towels and dries us both off before taking my hand and leading me back to his bed. In a matter of minutes, I’m tucked in, my body flush against his. He feathers soft strokes down my back.

“You’re good at this,” I mutter against his chest.

“At what?”

“Sex,” I say before my brain can process that I just verbalized my thoughts.

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