Page 43 of The Desert Prince's Jewel
“I want you to take both of my cocks tonight,” he purrs.
His heated kisses on my neck numb me to my worries, the pain throbbing in my heart and building in my throat. I’m too afraid to be vulnerable now. But I know deep down I won’t be able to survive goodbye after all we’ve been through. But he’s a prince and I’m a barista.
No, tonight, you’re his mate,I remind myself, his tongue flicking out, lapping at my my neck, before his fangs dig in, marking me as his.
“Your scent… Your fucking scent is driving me wild,” Ranbir groans, tongue flicking rapidly as he takes me.
There’s fingers and maybe even a bit of tail action, and suddenly, one large dick is inside, and he’s trying to squeeze the tip of the other in too. I’m taking the tips, but it feels likea fucking fist. I didn’t think this through, just swept up by our mutual attraction.
“Don’t hold your breath. And stay with me, Mateo, my mate, you’ll take all of me tonight.”
I shudder as a jolt of peer ecstasy shocks me, weaving through my body as Ranbir makes good on his promise, the head of a smaller upper cock pressing into my stuffed hole.
My ass aches from the intrusion, but his gentle ministrations opened me enough to take the heads.
“More, please!” I beg.
“I love it when you beg,” he whimpers, and I shudder as his first cock releases a hot stream of cum inside of me.
I try to cling to the feeling, to not cum and ruin this oh so perfect moment since he shot fast. But then Ranbir has to go and ruin it as his second cock swells, stiff, and surges forward as he fucks me harder.
He grips my wrists, holding my arms taut as he drives into me like a madman. I can’t even scream as he pushes deeper, harder, until I know I can’t take any more. It’s barely past the head, but it’s all too much. Ranbir’s lower set of hands glides over the bulge, squeezing my limp cock as if he wants to ring out the last drops of cum left inside of me.
And then he drops a nuclear bomb on me.
“I love you, Mateo. I love you, keemti gahana.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MATEO
“This wasn’t the reaction I was expecting. But look, we can take things slow. I promise. Just calm down, Mateo, my keemti ga–”
“Don’t call me that!” I half-scream, half-moan in despair.
I know I look like a hot mess, throwing pillows at Ranbir while standing on the bed, seeing as I’m butt naked, my dick’s swinging, and naga come is streaming down my legs. But I don’t care. I need him to stay away! I may not know a word of Hindi, but I’ve watched more than enough of his films to understand what that means.
My precious jewel? Me! Ranbir is calling me his precious jewel!?
Ranbir expertly dodges the barrage of pillows as I melt down in real time, and my commitment issues are on full display. His eyes pulsate with determination as slowly but surely, Mr. LoverBoy gets closer to grabbing my ankles and dragging me back into his embrace, kicking and screaming.
And when he does, he opts to fuck some sense back into me. I shout in dismay as he takes me forcefully back to the bed and spreads my legs, entering me so suddenly and intensely that all I can do is scream. Maybe he’s fucking the sense out of my head, so I can’t think too hard about what he said.
He pulls out, giving me a moment of false reprieve. It’s not long before his larger cock is planted inside of me, pounding me relentlessly, that my mind returns to a gentle hum of white fuzz. And even as I scratch at his chest and try to close myself off, he prys my heart and my body open inch by unforgiving inch.
“You’re even more handsome when furious, you precious, infuriating little thing. But I guess the Gods deemed it fit to pair me with a mighty mate. A mate fit for a future king,” he murmurs, the heat in his eyes burning a hole in my skull, as he pulls out.
I gasp, then groan low and long as he squeezes his cocks together and forces both inside my weeping hole.
Damn him! Damn this sexy bastard, and my cursed sappy lover boy heart. I can’t hold back anymore, tumbling over the edge of bliss until my whole body bursts into rays of sunshine and delight. I want to kiss him silly, cry my eyes out, and so much more. I want him to tell me he loves me again, and to find the courage to say it back.
I never thought I’d think such sappy shit as I’m getting railed, but I never thought a giant naga would be fucking me with two large, pulsating dicks as he declared his love for me, so there’s that.
“Mateo,” he groans, pulling out again and leaving a literal gaping hole.
I reach for him, but slowly he turns me until I’m on my stomach. Ranbir slips a pillow underneath me, the last one onthe bed, probably, so I’m aligned with his throbbing shafts. Ranbir grips the base of my neck and drills into my ass with abandon, two of his hands clawing my cheeks as he groans my name.
“Ranbir! I love… it! Harder! Please, faster! More,” I beg, my mind and body a hot, white, sticky mess.
