Page 29 of Christmas Mafia Prince
“Good boy.”
He pulls my hips back until I’m straddling his face, and—oh fuck—his hot breath is all over my dick.
I curl my toes, rubbing my cheek against his tool. It leaves a sticky streak on my skin, which only whets my appetite for that hard rod. Yesterday, I tasted it for the first time, and in this moment, the desire for another taste is almost impossible to resist. Damen smells amazing too, as if fresh sweat and musk were made into a perfume, the kind that makes one turn their head in the street.
Hands, so gentle yet strong, settle on my buttocks and squeeze them, as if my flesh was clay in need of shaping. If Damen is to be the artist, I’m willing to be his canvas. Bruises, scratches, cum, saliva—I’ll take it all.
“Love how excited you are to lap up my cock,” he murmurs in a voice that sends a shiver down my spine. “Pulsing with excitement yet?” Damen slides his hand between my spread ass cheeks just as I suck in his cockhead, and when he presses the tip of his finger to my hole, yes, I do feel it throbbing with heat against his skin.
I groan and my hips seem to move on their own, chasing more touch. I’m a needy little animal he’s caught in his snares, and I can’t wait for that little death. I will chase it, and make sure he gets his too.
“Oh, yes. Yes pwweeeese,” I mumble, taking his cock in halfway through the sentence. It somehow tastes even better than it did on the plane, and I cradle his balls, rolling them in my fingers. I’m about to take him deeper, when his tongue lashes my cockhead. I almost choke on the dick in my mouthwhen Damen’s lips latch onto me, applying pressure that has me breathless.
Fuck.
I don’t know if I’m already on the brink of my little death, but my mind isflying.
His mouth is gone as fast as it sucked me in, and I sob at the loss, nursing the hard shaft for comfort. It feels almost too big at the back of my throat, but I want to give him all of myself, my every hole, so I try to relax and sink lower as my man nips on my thigh.
His fingers are now covered with a cool gel, and they’re wrestling in my crack, as if each of them has a mind of its own and needs to be inside me first. Damen has such long fingers. When one finally sinks in, it takes forever for his knuckles to hit my skin, but I don’t dare push back to swallow it whole. Not when Damen’s sinful lips and teeth touch my balls.
I hope he senses my moan on his dick. We don’t even have to rush or worry about an open door. He locked it like he did the choker around my neck. A statement saying that I’m all his.
I clench my ass on his finger, just to show him how good I’ll treat him when his dick is inside me. I’ll give him a nice squeeze and suck in all his juices.
He groans, nose buried in my balls as his lips barely touch my cock. I’m trembling with need. “Such a greedy little hole. I’m going to stretch you nice and wide for me. Feel how thick my cock is?” He arches his hips, burying his dick deeper in my throat. I gag a little but stay down. I want him there, even if it’s uncomfortable. Even if I’m drooling all over him. “So tight… Will your ass be so good for me too?” Damen asks as he teases in another slippery finger. “You take it so well, baby. You really need dick, don’t you?”
I try to voice my agreement with his cock buried in my mouth. He can read me like a book. My thighs are shaking, my face is hot, and my dick is dripping pre-cum on Damen’s neck.
His breath echoes between my thighs when he removes his fingers only to thrust in three. I’ve had some very rough exes, but the force behind the push doesn’t hurt me. It’s the good kind of pressure that makes me feel a bit fuller, a bit more ready to take the amazing cock throbbing in my throat.
Oh, this man deserves everything. He deserves my mouth, and my ass, and my hands, and anything he might want. I won’t say no to anything as long as he desires me like this and keeps me in a golden collar.
Me. Not some trust fund twink with perfectly coiffed hair.Me. Tattooed, foul-mouthed, can’t-fit-in me. Maybe I can fit in with him for as long as he wants to keep filling me with cum.
He’s sucking my balls, but only for a moment, soon returning his mouth to my inner thighs, and it has me shaking, because I need more… of everything. I didn’t even know this part of me was so sensitive, but I can’t help myself. The pathetic moan escaping my chest resonates down his shaft, prompting him to raise his hips as his legs tremble on either side of my face.
And those fingers? They’re pumping me now, relentless but not enough to satisfy the hunger burning my insides.
Saliva drizzles out of my mouth and soaks into Damen’s pubes, but the edges of my vision are starting to darken, and I pull up for air.
I roll as if the room was a massive washing machine. I’m disoriented when the bed seems to move, but then Damen is on top of me, pushing my legs to my chest. I’m half-lucid with arousal, my cock now wet against my stomach, but all I can focus on is how easily he manhandled me into this position. That was so hot.
But Damen’s face when he looks at me now? His composure is gone, but not his devastating beauty. He’s flushed, lips slick with my pre-cum, brows drawn, pupils so blown I can barely see the hazel, and all of his focus is on me. Not just my cock or the hole he’s about to claim.Me.
And I feel it in this moment, in the way my heart rattles, the way air sizzles between us, and the heat spreading all over my skin.
I could fall in love with this man. Maybe I already have. I’m not just opening my legs to him for a fun romp. He’s cracking open my ribcage and pulling out my heart. Does he know that he’s ruining me for other men? I won’t have a heart left to give after this.
I look between us, at the hard cock wet with my saliva, and I can’t wait for it to dip into me so he can take his satisfaction in my body.
The room is so very quiet.
Only the faint sound of our heartbeats and breaths disturbs its peace as the dark prince who took me away from a dive bar and delivered me to this place beyond the world I’ve so far known pokes his cockhead against my hole.
He’s so determined, so serious, as if the fate of the world is the stakes for this fuck. As if all will end if he doesn’t shove himself balls-deep inside me.
I’m breathless when Damen captures my gaze, stretched over me like the conqueror he is, and then he’s in, and my back arches at the sweet pain of that first entry. He stalls, eyes closed when he takes rapid breaths, as if my hole is so good he needs a moment to regain control.
