Page 87 of Prince of the Northwest Forest
“Yes,” I say clearly, but then it turns into a groan.
He starts moving, pulling his dick out slightly before pressing in again. I’m still braced against the bed, my body alive with sensation. Finally,finally, Prince Kalle is fully in my ass. Fucking me like I’ve wanted.
I’m letting him take over, and I love it. “So good,” he whispers.
Kalle’s fucking me more solidly now, his body changing the angle until—“Fuck, there,” I moan, readjusting the position ofmy legs to widen my stance. I press my ass out farther, and it makes it even better.
“Firecats, Justice, you have no idea how you look. Damn, you’re beautiful. You’re taking my cock so well. Fuck.”
My response is an inarticulate moan.
Now he’s holding my hips, and I’m stroking myself with one hand as he fucks me.
I love this. I love how he’s using me to chase his pleasure. I love how he’s still careful with me. I love …him.
“Justice,firecats, you’re so fucking hot. Look how sweet your ass is. Look how you’re made for me. Gods, you feel amazing.”
Kalle’s pistoning fast, and I want him to never stop. I’ll be sore tomorrow, and it will be worth it.
He’s fucking me like I’m necessary for his life. Like he can’t get enough of me. Over and over again, he’s hitting the right spot.
Real Kalle is so much more amazing than Fantasy Kalle ever was.
“Kalle,” I whimper. “Feels so perfect.”
“Right?Gods.”
My body ratchets up, preparing for an orgasm. Gathering energy for the release. His arms hold me tight.
I fucking come. All the tension, all the urgent need explodes out of me in release.
Soon, Kalle shoves up into my body hard, groaning as his dick pulses. He sags on top of me, holding himself up so as not to squish me too much.
“That was so fucking good,” I whisper. I love having his hard rod inside me, having him use me. I’d gladly have him fuck me over and over again for the rest of my life. I look over my shoulder and angle for his lips. He kisses me hard, with lots of tongue, still panting. “I want to do it again immediately.”
“Agreed.” His dick slips out of me, and he takes off the condom and knots it. “Let me take care of this.”
He goes into my bathroom, and I hear the water run. A moment later, he returns with a warm washcloth and cleans up my hole, then has me turn over so he can tend to the mess I made of my front. Once he’s done, I grab him and kiss him. He laughs, tumbling to lie next to me. I’m almost hard again. So is he.
“That just barely took the edge off,” I whisper.
“Right?”
We kiss and kiss and touch all over until our dicks are rubbing against each other, leaking precome. We roll this way and that on the bed, with him on top for a few minutes, then me, then him again.
“Can I fuck you now?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says. “Just be gentle. I’ve never done that before.”
“I know, babe. How do you want it?”
“Bend me over the bed.”
“Then put your feet on the floor,” I say, getting a kick out of ordering a prince around.
But he’s not a prince right now. He’s simply Kalle, and I adore him. He turns onto his stomach and presents his ass to me. I move to stand between his legs, admiring this view of him. I want this ass. I wanthim.
I start kissing a path down his back. He tries to stay still, but he’s soon rutting into the mattress, wanting friction. When I find his hole and lick it, he shudders under me.
