Page 46 of The Shadow Prince's Ruin
Sylvan touches himself absentmindedly, so I stop him with a gesture, because I don’t want my virgin boy to blow his load too early. His chest is moving so fast already, his pink nipples like two stiff peaks.
“Is that bad? It’s so glorious, I find it hard to think about much else.” He leans forward to kiss the tip of my dick, and this time it’s me who needs to be out of his soft hand if I want to come deep inside him instead of now.
I laugh and descend his body, kissing his face, his neck, his lovely pale chest. I bite his nipples until he’s gasping for air. “It’s you who said it’s unlawful, or something. But I want itnow. I want you now. I would have had you in a back alley behind Best Burgers Bonanza if you let me,” I whisper as I soothe him with my tongue and find the lube in my pocket. Now, my pantsare useless, so I kick them off and continue my journey down, rubbing my stubbly face over creamy flesh.
Sylvan starts gasping when my face gets closer to his cock, but I’m not taking any risks, so I just blow air over his shaft and suck on the flesh of his thigh.
“Please…” he once again moans out that unspecified request and spreads his thighs wider for me. His fingers roam over my shoulders, so I take off my hoodie. I want tofeelhim wherever he decides to touch me.
He’s so pale against the dark leather. Like the moon against the night sky.
I will tear this moon down and eat it as if it’s a meringue.
“I promise you’ll be satisfied or I’ll die trying,” I tell him and squeeze a large dollop of lube into my hand before grabbing his leg and placing it on my shoulder. Sylvan gasps, watching me as I bend him in half, but then my slick hand touches his opening, and his eyelids flutter as if they were dancing butterflies.
Yeah, Icanbe a poet. Sometimes. Can’t help myself with someone as pretty as him.
Other times, I can be a dirty-mouthed fuck, if that’s what my boy needs.
“That’s one pretty pink hole. You’ve not even fingered yourself?” I tease as I slide a finger inside him, and oh, how deliciously the muscles tense around me. He’s a sight to behold spread open like this. He must have the best ass I’ve ever seen. A soft, round little peach I loved eating.
“No,” he gasps when I fuck him open with my thick finger.
I don’t even know where to look because that dick hungry hole is my personal porn, but his face getting redder by the second is worthwhile competition. He’s bent in half, ass available to me however I want it.
“But you still know this is what you want, don’t you? A man taking control and getting what he’s owed? Getting off insideyou?” I rasp and watch him nod. “Like you’re not a prince but some servant kept for pleasure, available whenever I need to come. Mouth, ass, wherever I like. I might just come over these lovely nipples. What do you think?”
I’m half-lucid with lust when I push another slick finger in and stretch him open. My dick is throbbing with the need to have a go.
Sylvan nods, panting, his cock leaking pre-cum all over his tense stomach. “Yes. I will be yours to use. However you like. I could kneel and open my mouth so you can jerk off into it. It’s even fine if you miss. I just want to satisfy you.”
He is perfect.
I grin. “Oh, baby boy, I’m gonna give you the ride of your life.” He’s so compact I can easily reach his cheeks even in this position, and I make him suck my thumb as I rail his ass with my fingers. The moans and whimpers are music to my ears, and I’m getting lost in this strange room filled with the smell of fire and his arousal.
We’re kissing, grabbing at each other, and the gentle crackling in the fireplace provides the most otherworldly soundtrack to the insanity of what I’m doing. I never before considered things like marriage, but I want to take him as mine and claim him for good.
I love how pliant his muscles are around my digits, how they stretch when I curl my fingers and roll them at the mouth of Sylvan’s hole. My dick is stiffer than it ever was, and it’s muddling my mind as I take a whiff of his hot skin before pulling myself to my knees.
He blinks, once again touching his stiff cock, but this time I’m not making him stop. He’s been such a good boy.
“I’m going to fill you up now. Focus on it. Focus on how my cock feels inside you, on how much pleasure you’re giving me,” I tell him, playing on the sexual fantasies he’s revealed. I licksweat off my lips as I spread him open and drizzle more lube over my cock, and then onto his exposed hole. It glistens as I once again rub the clear gel in. But I can’t wait anymore and grab my dick, aligning it with the tight ring that will suck me so lovingly.
I pull his ass higher, so I have easier access, and push in with a grunt as I hold on to his trembling thighs. I want to go easy on him, so it’s only my cockhead for now, but it takes all my restraint to not go in balls deep. Stars seem to flicker under my eyelids from the desire I feel right now, buried in his sweet ass.
Sylvan’s panting, moaning at my every move, his eyes rolling back, hair spread over the leather. I could come from just looking at him. A dream come-fucking-true.
The most gorgeous guy spread open with my dick and moaning, “more…”
His words, whispered with such soft abandon, go right to my head, like a vodka infusion drank straight from the bottle, and I shift my hips to push inside him that bit farther.
“You like that? You like being used by a big, strong man like me?” I ask.
He swallows and bites his lip, meeting my eyes. “I… I like to feel… overpowered,” he whispers the last part, but I hear him loud and clear, so my hand trails from over his face, and to his slender neck. It’s stained with specks of the smith’s blood. My lovely little monster.
I don’t squeeze, just let it sit there so he knows I could as I make a hard thrust that makes him cry out.
I come to a standstill, buried almost all the way in his heavenly body, but I don’t want this to be painful for him, so I wait, my toes curled and teeth clenched as I fight my instinct tofuck, to move my shaft in and out of the tight sleeve of his flesh until I’m spent and my balls run dry.
