تسجيل الدخولPRINCESS ELARAHe sat back breathing heavily while looking at me. My face was covered in his cum."Good girl." He climbed off me. Grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. My gown was ruined Cum on the bodice but it didn't matter.He turned me around and bent me over. My hands hit the mattress. My ass pressed against his hips."Hands on the headboard," he said. I reached forward to grab the wooden slats as He lifted my gown.Bunched it around my waist. My cunt was bare, wet, and slick. He had told me not to wear underwear. I had listened."Look at you Dripping. And I haven't even touched you yet.""Please fuck me. Please. I need your cock. I need—" He shoved his cock inside me giving me no sort of warning or preparation. Just his cock, thick and hard and deep, splitting me open in one brutal thrust.I screamed as my body tensed. His hand clamped over my mouth."Quiet," he growled in my ear."Or do you want someone to hear? Do you want them to know their princess is getting fucked by
PRINCESS ELARAI lay in my massive bed, the silk sheets tangled around my legs, my body still humming from the two orgasms I'd given myself. But they were nothing compared to what Kaels fingers had done, what his mouth had done, what his cock would do if I could just be good enough.You were a slut for his attention.His words burned in my chest they hurt. Because they were true. I had laughed at Whitmore's jokes. I had smiled at his compliments. I had let his cold, wet lips press against my knuckles while Kael watched from the corner, fists clenched, jaw tight, eyes blazing.And I had loved every second of it.Not Whitmore.But the way Kael looked at me when he was jealous? The way his voice dropped and the way his hands shook with the effort of not dragging me out of that dining hall by my hair?God.I rolled over, pressing my thighs together. Still wet. Still aching. Still empty..I was never good. I was a princess. I didn't have to be good. I had servants for that. I had guards f
PRINCESS ELARA“Stop.""Stop what?""Stop talking about him. I don't want him. I want you." He spoke, his eyes darkening, he was she aloud, and I loved it.His fingers moved faster. His thumb found my clit. Circled it."You want my fingers?""Yes.""You want my mouth?""Yes.""You want my cock?""Yes. God, yes." He pulled his fingers out suddenly leaving me a vast emptiness as I whimpered."No," he said. curtly and coldly not giving me the slightest form of an explanation."No?""You don't get my cock tonight.""What? Why?""Because you let him touch you. You let him kiss your hand. You laughed at his jokes.""Kael—""You need to remember who you belong to. And tonight, you belong to my fingers. My mouth. Not my cock."He dropped to his knees."Hold your gown up."I gathered the fabric. Held it above my hips. He looked at my cunt. Wet. Open. Ready for him… for him to savor me, eat me out, I was addicted to my bodyguard and it was forbidden on all levels"So pretty," he said. "And all
PRINCESS ELARA The dining hall was full of people I didn't care about.My father sat at the head of the table, his crown slightly crooked, his voice loud across the room as he told a story about a hunting trip no one had asked to hear. My mother sat next to him, picking at her food, already three glasses of wine deep. Her smile was glassy. Her eyes were unfocused.And then there was Lord Whitmore My suitor.He was thirty-five, twice widowed, with pale hands and pale eyes and a smile that didn't reach his face. He had come to court me. My father thought he was a fine match the man was Old money. Old title Old blood.I thought he looked like a fish. He sat across from me, prattling on about his estates, his horses, his late wives, and how tragically they had died. I nodded when I was supposed to nod. I smiled when I was supposed to smile. I laughed when he made a joke that wasn't funny.But my eyes weren't on him.My eyes were on the corner of the room.Kael stood against the wall, hi
"I'm going to take my time with you, Princess. I've waited months for this. I'm not going to rush."He licked me again. Slower this time. His tongue traced patterns on my skin. Letters. Words. I couldn't read them. I could only feel them."Please," I begged."Please what?""Please go faster. Please make me come. Please—" He slid two fingers inside me. Curved them deeper into my weeping cubt and found that G-spot. I cried out. Pleasure thrumming through me"Like that?""Yes. Yes. Like that."His mouth returned to my clit. Sucking. Licking. His fingers moved inside me, curling, pressing. The pleasure built. Higher and higher."I'm going to—""Not yet.""I can't—""You can. Hold it." I gripped the velvet chaise. My knuckles were white. My thighs were shaking. I was so close. So fucking close."Now," he said. "Come for me."I came.My body arched off the chaise. My mouth opened in a silent scream. The pleasure crashed over me, wave after wave, and he didn't stop. He kept licking. Kept su
PRINCESS ELARA I spent the entire day counting minutes.After I left the library, after I walked back to my chambers with his taste still on my tongue and his release still drying on my skin, I could not focus on anything else. My ladies thought I was ill. They brought me tea. They brought me soup. They brought me a cold cloth to put on my forehead.I let them fuss. It was easier than explaining that I was not sick. I was lovesick. There was a difference.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kael on his knees before me. His dark hair fell across his forehead. His lips are swollen from my pleasure. His eyes were burning with hunger. I felt his tongue again, circling my clit, sliding inside me. I felt his fingers curling against that spot that made me see stars.I pressed my thighs together under my blankets and tried to look pale and unwell.By evening, I had dismissed my ladies entirely. I told them I needed rest. I told them to return in the morning. They looked worried. They looked
It's two hours past me spreading my wet pussy on the balcony just so my nasty neighbor can jerk off and shoot his hot spunk in my direction, and exactly two hours past his darling wife walking in on her husband stroking his cock to my flashed pussy hanging way above their bungalow. I stand by the
RIKA.He took off the goddamn mask. I'd swear it was protocol, but I leant to him on it; he looked fucking, sinfully hot, the same sick grin I'd pictured on his lips except it looked even sexier than i had imagined."Tyler...I'm Tyler if it makes you feel any better," he slurred, reaching for my ea
ALINA.Tying the ropes of the mask behind my head, I glanced sideways at my boyfriend Damon laughing heartily at some comment made by his best friend Darren, both of them standing on the sidewalk putting their masks on as well.“You think this is a good idea?” I asked Tara, Darren's girlfriend; she
I’m standing on the side of the road, with my pussy dripping my thick cum down my wet thighs, soaking into my denim shorts and leaving the area dark from my wetness that if you look a bit longer, you'll see how much of a slut I am.The bus is far gone. After they threw me and the crazy stranger out







