Page 57 of Damaged Prince
Part of me was jealous. Not because the two of them were together, but because I wasn’t with them.
After that moment of sexual tension out in the snow, all I’ve been able to think about is being with the both of them at the same time.
And not just sexually, but just being around them together. They make me laugh, smile, and just overall happy.
When I’m around them, I don’t think about the past. Or the people who hurt me.
It’s just them and me.
As I’m approaching Kai’s room, I stumble to a stop when I hear a familiar sound.
“Kai,” Laney moans, thick with lust.
My body tenses, senses on high alert. My pulse pounds in my ears as my body starts to tingle.
“That’s it, Sweetheart. Fuck. Look at you taking me so fucking good. That perfect pussy stretched around my cock. Damn it, Laney, you’re fucking perfect,” he grunts. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh has my breathing picking up.
They’re having sex. I should leave, give them privacy, but instead of walking away, my feet take me closer.
With my heart thundering in my chest and my hand shaking, I push the cracked door open just enough so I can see inside.
The sight of them together has a whine threatening to break free.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I do my best to stay quiet as I continue to watch them, unable to look away.
I’ve seen Laney naked before, and she’s the definition of a goddess.
But Kai, on the other hand, I haven’t seen.
And holy fuck, what have I been missing?
The man looks like a fucking Greek god, firm in all the right places.
My body breaks out into a sweat as I drink him in, eyes dropping to where his ass flexes every time he thrusts into Delaney.
My eyes continue downward to where Laney’s legs are over Kai’s shoulders, his massive hands gripping her ass, holding herup as he pounds into her, and my gaze locks where they’re joined together.
Arousal courses through me, my cock growing painfully stiff inside my sweats.
Needing some relief, I grip my length, adding a little bit of pressure, but it does nothing to help.
The longer I watch them, the more needy I become. My cock is throbbing, balls aching. I want to go in there, to join them so fucking much.
But I don’t. Instead, like a damn creep, I stroke myself over my sweats as my hips thrust into my grasp in time with how Kai fucks into Laney.
My attention ping-pongs between them, unsure who to watch. I want to look at them both, on their own, together. Their moans and cries are driving me wild.
This position isn’t enough; I need more. Shoving my hand down my sweats and into my boxers, I wrap my hand around my cock and jerk myself at the sight of the only two people to ever make me feel joined together. The way they look at one another... I can feel the love from here.
For a moment, I’m jealous, like I want them to look at me like that.
Then I hear the one thing that has my heart exploding as well as my damn dick.
“Look at this greedy hole,” Kai grunts. “I’m gonna fill it up until you’re dripping with my cum. Mhhmm. Maybe I should get Eli in here to clean you up. Would you like that, Sweetheart? Would you like Eli to lap at that pretty pink pussy like his own personal ice cream cone?”
“Yes,” Laney sobs out, her body shaking. I can tell she’s close to her orgasm, but it's just out of reach.
“Then after he’s done cleaning you up, I’d kiss him, sucking on his sinful tongue to taste my release. It would taste so much better mixed with your juices, baby.”
