Insatiable By Prince Novels & Stories

Can’t you see the second one is very tall, and he is handsome). Me: Chisos! Prince, dem don finish us for here o… Prince: Wetin dem dey talk? Me: The other one say you fine well well, say she like you… Prince: 😮 Serious? Me: Na so na… Of course I didn’t give him the other details… Lady1: Shey o sure kpe gay ko in won ni. Mi o ti ri won kpelu obinrin la te kan… (Are you sure they are not gay. I’ve not seen them with any lady since)

prince stopped her "enough deeksha get the hell out of here no one is ready to listen your rubbish" he pulled me from there why he is behaving like that I stopped and asked him "prince what is that reason" prince: nothing baby me : then what she is speaking prince: don't you know about her she speaks rubbish all the time just don't mind her me : you are hiding something from me what is that prince : baby now why you are taking it serious me : because you broke up with me that time without even a reason what if again you wants to leave me

God, why are they taking so long inside here? Just after I curse them in my mind, I hear the door to another cubicle being opened. That makes me want to scream in frustration. My hands are now covering my mouth again as I'm trying to prevent my own gasps and moans from escaping my lips. Prince, however, keeps eating, sucking, and licking me. My juice is dripping, and with how Prince devours me right now, I'm thinking that he might even drink it until the last drop.

"Here to join us? Or still drinking dogs in the kennels?" Everyone laughed but as the prince's iron gaze lifted, there was instant silence. "I waste no night. While you drown in trash, I go to claim what is mine." Santos smirked. "Ah, the hybrid lamb. Careful. Sometimes lambs bite." A frown-like smile touched the prince's mouth. He remembered the wild girl again. "Then I will enjoy it all the more." He turned and left, aura chilling. "Farewell, brother." Santos said over the music.

Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

The Prince groaned, his body twisting in the sheets. Slurp, slurp, slurp... "Ugh... ah... Oh! Suck it... suck it harder! Ooh!" The Prince ground his rod against her soft tongue before forcing her to take the full girth once more. He hissed in pleasure, but as Snow White performed her "duty," her mind drifted. She thought of the seven hot, massive rods of the Titans that had taken turns invading her. Theirs were three times the size of the Prince’s, their heads broader and more powerful. Just the memory of the Titans' savage thrusts sent a jolt of electricity through her, causing her to erupt unexpectedly.

“This looks so mouthwatering” “Are you trying to tell me that you are hungry, baby?” The Prince asked, his hands slowly tracing her naked hip. She only bothered to slip in his jumper because her arms were getting cold. Tristan couldn’t tear his eyes away from the view. The way goosebumps have prickled up along her spine even though it’s far from the first time he has looked at her like this. “I can get you all of that along with champagne and caviar?” The Prince didn’t do anything yet, but her voice still came out husky and needy. “Mmh sounds nice.”

I say. Tialha shakes her head as Dominic scoffs. “No, Princess. Our Prince is very strong, stronger than anyone in the kingdom except possibly our King. No one moves our Prince unless he wants to be moved. He got a good dose of what a fight with a Guardian would look like today.” “The man has been chronicling the Guardians for two decades. Surely he knows this.” I say. “It’s one thing to see it done to others. It’s quite a different thing when you feel it yourself.”

we merge another kiss. A more passionate kiss sparkling our matebond. "Have this love" I hand her the blooming rosefllower. "Perfect scent…" she sniff. "I love it". "And I love you". Chris POV. "Come in" his arrogant voice orders after numerous knocks. "Isn't your return pretty fast?" He spares me no glance. "All vital information already gathered" my head remains bent. "Go on,spill them" he gulp an unknown alcoholic drink. Arrogant, disrespectful,a drunk,a smoke,a bully and power abuser. Prince Drake obviously ain't kingship material.

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked