Page 58 of Princess of Pride
“These beautiful breasts are mine. In order for me to fuck them, I need to see them.” That smirk stays in his eyes.
His words keep me in the moment, despite my lack of understanding. How can he fuck my breasts?
“I promise you I’ll like it.”
I nod, uncertain. “What about me? Will I like it?”
“You will love everything I do to you.”
So arrogant. “You can’t order me to like it. That’s not how it works.”
“Trust me. I knowallabout how it works.” Holding my gaze, he unties the sash to my wrap dress and opens it completely, exposing my bra and panties.
“White.” He takes me in, and I try not to fidget. “I likeyou in white.” He hooks a finger over the tiny bow on the center of my strapless bra. “I’ll like you better naked.” Slowly, he tugs it down, bearing my oversized boobs and light pink nipples.
He hisses a curse and runs his tongue over his lips. “Bloody hell, you’re gorgeous.”
Until now, he’s never sounded that British to me.
I must like it because I ask, “How do you fuck breasts?”
That half smirk appears, revealing part of his white teeth. That smile!
“First, I feast like this.” He covers my nipple with his wet mouth and sucks like he’s giving me a passionate kiss, pulling and kissing and pulling more.
My eyes roll back into my head at the sensation, so much better than when fabric was between us.
He takes the tip of the bud into his teeth and bites enough to make me squeal with a hint of pain that adds to my pleasure. Then he sucks on it again—hard.
I buck my hips and pant. “Again.”
That aqua gaze darkens. He does the same to the other nipple then flicks the tip like you’d flick a crumb. The snap of pain has the same effect at surging my pleasure and flooding my core.
He pinches my nipple, flicks it, then sucks on it and groans as if the act turns him on as much as it does me.
I’m struggling to keep my eyes open. Soon, my hands are in his hair—I don’t remember putting them there—and I’m chanting his name between pants.
Abruptly, he’s up and stripping off his clothes, showing zero care about his nakedness in front of me. I try to take in his sculpted body. His ropes of abs and firm pecs. The tattoos. His hipbones and the trail of hair leading to his—holy hell, that thing is huge.
He takes his hard length into his hand and strokes it from base to tip. The sight seems unreal. I can’t say seems like a dream, because I’ve never dreamed this. A David statue in human form ready to what…? Ravish me?
It’s then I notice I’m naked except for my underwear. While he feasted on my breasts, he removed my bra and slid away my dress without my knowledge. That’s talent.
He climbs onto the bed. I can’t tear my gaze from his body, not an ounce of fat to obstruct his muscles as they flex with his movements. That massive cock between his legs points in my direction as if it too is saying, “You’re mine.”
There’s no way he gets this body from working all day. You only get that sculpted at the gym. His muscular arms look like they belong on a boxer. I don’t know much at all about this man, but I’m about to let him fuck my breasts.
“Um…”
“Nope.” On his knees, he straddles my body again, his face near mine. “Lips or tits?”
“What?”
“Where do you want me to kiss? Yourlipsor yourtits?” He enunciates each word.
“I…” Which? Um…?
“Three seconds. Two. One…”
