Page 45 of The Shadow Prince's Ruin
The little moan he makes reverberates over my skin like a ripple on a lake and goes straight to my dick. His gentle fingerstighten on my arms, and my mind fills with memories of the previous times we’ve been together. Of his mouth so full of my dick he had tears in his eyes but wouldn’t tap out. Of his pink pucker slathered in my cum and clenching against my fingertip. Sylvan’s beautiful face flushed, eyes glazed over, lips trembling when he came.
“Please…” he whispers, shifting his ass against my fingers in a way that makes me imagine him dancing in my lap just as passionately.
I slide my finger out and grab him with both hands. He somehow immediately knows what to do and curls his limbs around me as I stumble forward. I kick away the stool, walk over the smith and head for the open door. A part of me wants to have him on a desk full of tools, which would clatter to the floor while I have my way with him, but this will be his first time, and I want him to be comfortable.
“You might not believe it, but I never fucked a prince before,” I hum, kissing him again as he attempts to rub himself against my body.
“First time even for you then.” Sylvan nips on my ear.
He’s my perfect choice. Not because of his royal blood, but he’s what I was always drawn to. Sweet but with spice. A kitten with sharp claws. Fragile, but determined.
Is it a little deranged that I’m impressed by how easily he killed a man? Just for standing in his way? Sure, but it’s a testament to how much he wants me, and that’s my catnip.
His pretty face and slender body drew me in, but his intensity is what makes me stay.
I put him down on the large leather sofa in the first room, already missing the hardness of his dick against me. I love seeing him from above, it makes me feel even bigger. So small, but freckled with blood, Sylvan makes the loveliest picture, and I can’t wait toruinhim.
He’s already unbuttoning his shirt, and I don’t miss the way his eyes stray to the bulge in my pants.
I might take my time preparing him for what’s to come, but I will not be patient about seeing him naked. Determined to feed my eyes on his pale flesh, I slide his shoes off, and then grab his pants, tugging them down his legs.
“Oh, I’ve never been with anyone hotter. That’s almost better than being with a prince,” I say and drop his clothes on the floor before opening his legs to glance at his stiff cock. It’s straining the front of his simple black briefs, begging for my attention.
His gasp goes straight to my balls, and when I look at his parted lips, I wonder if I shouldn’t have him suck me first. He was so eager to please me when he did that. And he even said that he doesn’t want control. I can most definitely take over.
“Some people say it hurts?” Sylvan says, and the flush on his cheeks would make my dick hard if I wasn’t ready to go.
I let out a dark chuckle and lean over him, gorging myself on his clean scent. He might have expressed worry, but when I climb on top of him, he accepts my presence and unfolds for me, begging for attention.
“It can, but I’ll get you nice and ready, so you can relax when I take my big hard dick,” I say, pulling his hand down my pants, “and push it inside you.”
His lip curls, and he takes a deep inhale as he cups my cock. I see the desire pooling in his eyes, glazing them over. This flower wants to be plucked. “I can take it. I think. I want to.”
He’s adorable as he mindlessly strokes my dick as though he’s petting a cat.
“Of course you can, my sweet prince. And I shall use your royal body as often as you want to,” I say, shoving my joggers down to reveal his hand stroking my length. My girth makes his elegant fingers appear even more delicate, and I wish to suck on them all. “Or rather, as often asIwant, because your flesh will bemine. These thighs, stomach, this chest,” I continue, moving my palms up his body. “Even these lips,” I add, pushing my thumb on his tongue. “Oh yes. I just might use them most. Every day before you attend your royal duties, you’ll be leaving with a belly full of my cum.”
His eyes grow wider, and when he sucks on my finger, my dick twitches in his grip. He’s so pliant. Nothing turns me on more than a gentle beauty like him getting railed and filthy. He’s even trying to take his underwear off with one hand, just to not let go of me with the other.
“You want to give it a quick try?” I rasp, leaning toward his face, so he knows what I’m suggesting. I can see lights come on in his irises, and as he nods, trying to pull me close, I climb up and pull his head up by the hair. He opens up, I slide in, and it’s fucking glorious.
“Ohh, fuck me, I swear you have the best damn mouth,” I mumble, shifting forward to sink my length deeper into that wonderful, velvety channel. “Must be because of all those big, important words you’re using. Who would have thought a prince could be such an accomplished cocksucker.”
His mouth full of my dick, and I teasingly prod with the tip of my tool on the inside of his cheek. Even his ears have turned pink, and I’m confident he loves the teasing, because he’s inching his fingers toward his own cock even though he barely managed to pull his underwear down his thighs. The big blue eyes looking up at me are the picture of innocence, but it’s a facade. He wants to be dicked down, and I’m the man for the job.
I love how my pants push on the underside of his chin, trapping him for me as he swallows, lost in his own world, as if anything beyond the space between my thighs ceased to exist.
“I want to see you like this every day, calming yourself down by sucking on my dick. Your tongue was made to lick my balls and gather my cum,” I rasp, gently thrusting as our eyes meet.
He’s such a stunner. Such an absolute hottie. I can’t believe I get to touch him, and he wants to make me his… well whatever the title might be, I’ll be important.
He’s unsure and experimental in the way he sucks on my cockhead, but oh so enthusiastic. I’m more than happy to be his plaything another time and indulge in the adoration in his eyes, but now that I got the green light, I want to fuck him. I want him moaning my name when he finds out how good it feels to have his prostate stroked. I want to hold his lithe body against me when he comes and feel him shiver, ass pulsing on my dick and milking it.
I chuckle at the disappointment and longing on his face when I pull my cock out of his mouth. I still tease his bottom lip with the tip. “What are you made for?” I ask, stroking his silvery hair.
“F-for licking your cock,” he whispers.
I nod. “Damn right. But also for stroking it,” I tell him and curl his fingers around my saliva-damp shaft before pushing in and out of his fist with a gleeful grin. “And for taking it up your tight little ass. You want it so much you can’t wait a day longer.”
