Page 34 of The Prince and the Double Shot
“What do you think I’m here for?” I smirked. “There’s something about you that… I feel so drawn to you.”
“Me too. It’s like fate needed us to meet.”
“Fate is fickle.”
“Fate’s a bitch. Ready?”
We got out of the car and walked down the cracked sidewalk to a door with the number two screwed in crookedly. He placed his key in the lock, and as soon as we got through the door, his arms crushed me. He pulled me tightly against him and his hot breath intoxicated me with its sweetness before his lips found mine and his tongue pushed between my lips.
I reached down and grabbed his crotch through the grey fabric of his shorts and kneaded it in my hand. It stiffened, and I continued stroking it roughly as I breathed into him. His fire was smoldering and about to light me ablaze. He was so fucking beautiful – so hot – so hard.
He nipped at my chin, and I threw my head back as his hand slid down my shorts onto my ass. His strong hands squeezed them as he licked up my neck and kissed me once again.
Damn, this man was going to end me. My heart raced with anticipation – my pulse quickened as his fingers slid into my crack. I shuddered, and he pushed me gently against the wall. His hungry mouth left kisses down my jaw and onto my neck as he pulled his hands out of my shorts and took a step back. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor.
“Take your fucking clothes off,” he growled, and I quickly did as I was told.
His shorts dropped to the ground, and his hard cock stood out at attention. His trimmed, red pubic hair like a beacon called to me, and I dropped to my knees in front of him. My shorts still wrapped around my ankles. I kicked at them and managed to pull them off as he took a step closer. His massive cock was only an inch from my mouth.
“You want this?” he teased, knowing full well that I had lost all reason.
I nodded. He pressed his hips forward, and his uncut, thick cock pressed into my lips. I licked at his helmet, letting my tongue brush across his slit. He moaned, and I opened my mouth. His thick cock pushed past my lips, and I greedily took it. Inch by inch, Zane pressed his cock into me. I moaned around the shaft as I tightened my lips around it.
“God, that feels so… Your Highness, you’re a fucking pro,” he teased as he slowly thrust in and out. He pushed a little deeper with every thrust until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I grabbed his ass cheeks and held him in place. I opened my throat and slid him all the way in. I gagged a little as he hit the back of my throat. God, he was huge, and I was out of practice. His cock had to be eight inches and fairly thick. It was as beautiful as he was. My nose tickled against his red, trimmed pubes, and I inhaled the scent of him. Musk and vanilla – an earthiness that soothed something deep within me rushed through my senses, and all I could do was to give myself over to the power of him – a thrum that reverberated through my body.
“Phil… I… dammit!” he spat as he grabbed me by the back of the head, slowly thrusting in and out of my mouth.
I reveled in the taste of him. His foreskin slid against my lips, and I wanted to bite at it, but he wouldn’t let up as he took what he wanted from me – using me for his pleasure. My moans told him how much I enjoyed it.
Thrust after thrust, slow and deep, I kept my lips tight and time lost meaning as I took every inch of him inside my mouth. His tangy precum washed over my tastebuds.
He slowly pulled out of my mouth, and I reached up and gently took his cock in my hands and pulled his skin forward before running my tongue around and into it.
“Fuck…” He threw his head back and pushed his hips forward. “We’re barely inside my apartment. Come on.” He reached down and pulled me off of his throbbing cock. I wanted to whine with the absence of him, but I knew what he was intending, and my body hummed with the potential pleasure he would provide.
“Your place is…” I glanced around his apartment. It was incredibly messy – shabby without the chic.
He reached up and grabbed the frame of his bedroom door. “It’s a pigsty. But my bed is very nice,” he chuckled. “It’s firm.”
“Like you,” I walked under his arm and into his bedroom. Clothes lay scattered across the floor. He slapped my ass hard, and it sent shivers through me. I lay down on his bed, spreading my taught body out. “I’m… It’s been a while,” I said nervously. “That’s pretty fucking big, so…”
“I’ll be as gentle as I can, but not too gentle,” he smirked. “God, you’re beautiful. Roll over.”
I rolled over and grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed. I inhaled – it smelled earthy like him.
His hands grasped my ass, and I felt him pull my cheeks apart. I felt his finger brush over my hole. I flexed my feet with anticipation. His hot breath caused shivers up my spine right before his tongue lapped at my crack.
Shit,” I gasped.
I heard his deep chuckle before his tongue pressed into me. I grasped the bedspread. His stubble raked across my spread ass and burned in the best way possible. He ate ass the way he kissed– hot and heavy. His tongue prodded into the depths of me as I squirmed underneath him. My face flushed with pleasure from the force of his tongue as he opened me for the main event.
His tongue. A finger. His tongue. Two fingers.
My hole grasped at him with need and want – desire and lust. I was becoming unglued as he prepared me.
For a moment, he disappeared, and I heard the telltale sound of a condom being opened. The cold lube as it hit my hole made me jump, but his finger, slowly inserted, kept me in place as if I were his puppet. His fingers scissored, and I groaned with pleasure as he carefully made sure that I could take him. He was big – bigger than I was used to. Bigger than Petra.
