Page 42 of Damaged Prince
His eyes flutter shut as I slowly start to work my body over his. A firm roll of my hips forces him to take me over and over again. His body is trembling, and the sounds leaving his lips are intoxicating. But I can’t fully focus because all I can think about is how he’s reacting.
And all I can wonder is... who hurt him?
With what Winter told me and what Eli has said, I’m starting to think the thing Eli doesn’t want to tell me might have something to do with someone taking advantage of him in his past, making him think and feel differently about sex.
The thought has me wanting to find whoever it is and strangle them with my own two hands.
I need to stop letting my mind wander, because the fact is, I don’t know anything. And I won’t be asking. Not right now. Whatever it is, Eli will tell me when he’s ready.
Right now, I need to be in this moment with him. Not thinking about what could have happened in the past. Because if I’m wrong, I don’t want to make a big deal out of it.
But if I’m right, that just means I need to show this boy how much I adore him, how much I appreciate his trust in me with something so important like sex.
Needing to get out of my own head, I kiss him again.
He tangles his hand in my hair, holding me to him as his tongue flicks over mine. My head spins as pleasure floods my body.
I’m so wet, the sound of my arousal making itself known every time I rock my hips.
Leaning back, I look down at Eli, caught in the beauty of this man. He opens his eyes, locking them on mine.
Grabbing his hands, I thread my fingers with his, positioning us in a new way as I work myself faster.
His breathing becomes labored, his eyes nearly fully black, body trembling under me.
“I’m close,” he whimpers, tossing his head back. “So close. I don’t wanna cum. I don’t want this to be over.”
“Shh,” I soothe him. “You're doing so good, baby. So fucking good.” His eyes fill with heat, and I smile inwardly. My boy has a praise kink, it seems.
“God, Elijah, I fucking love how thick your cock is,” I moan, moving faster, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. “You make me feel so good. I’m close too. Just hold out a little bit longer, okay?”
“Okay.” He nods his head, and I take one of his hands, bringing one to my hip and the other to my clit.
“Play with me,” I tell him. He licks his lips, looking a little unsure, but then he starts to work his fingers against my sensitive bud, making me moan. “That’s it. Fuck.” Pleasure ripples through me, and my whole body lights up. “You know what you're doing, baby. Remember our time together over the summer? It was amazing. You were perfect. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Just let your body feel, do what comes naturally.”
Putting my hands on his chest for leverage, I work myself faster, but I’m tired, my body begging for that orgasm that’s just out of reach.
As if Elijah can read my mind, he wraps his arms around me, pulling my body to his and rolling us so I’m on my back.
Leaning back, he grabs my legs and places them over his shoulders. The sudden confidence and determination on his face has the heat in my belly growing hotter.
He’s so damn sexy as he thrusts inside me, his finger working my clit as he fucks into me relentlessly.
His tattooed muscles flex with every thrust, sweat glistening over his skin, making him glow in the light from the bedside table.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “You feel so good. So tight. I–I don’t think I can last much longer.”
“I’m so close,” I moan, my mind set on the way he’s making me feel. The thrust of his cock gliding against my inner walls and the work of his thumb as he rubs circles over my clit is pushing me closer and closer to that finish line with every passing second.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Laney. Fuck.” He bites down on his lip hard, the hand on my hip tightening. “I can’t, I’m... fuck, I’m cumming.”
His body stiffens, his thrusts growing choppy as he finds his release. He lets out this sexy groan as he cums, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me with his release.
Watching him like this, overcome by his need for me, has me finding my own orgasm.
Placing my hand over his, I help him work me through my climax.
“Eli,” I whimper, working our fingers faster as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me. My pussy clamps down around him, demanding every last drop of his cum.
