28. Luke
Luke
As her knees sink into the sand, my dick sinks deeper into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
My legs start to lock, so I bend my knees as I drop my head forward to watch.
Natalie slides back, her lips dragging up my length until her tongue swirls around my head.
I reach down and grip her ponytail.
As soon as I saw her in this dress that should be illegal, the first thing I thought of was grabbing hold of her ponytail. This moment.
Her before me.
My dick in her mouth.
And my hand in her hair, holding her still as I feed her more.
So, that’s what I do.
“Relax, Princess.” I tighten my hold. “Relax that throat for me.”
She licks the tip, and I pull my hips back so I’m all the way out of her mouth.
“Such a bad girl.” I reach down with my free hand and trace my fingers over her cheek.
I wish I could see her better .
I wish there was more light.
But I don’t need to see her to know how beautiful she looks.
“One minute,” I tell her. “I want to control this for one minute. And then I’m going to fuck you.”
My voice is strained, basically a growl. But I know she hears me, because she gives a tiny nod. The best she can do with my hold on her hair. And then she opens her mouth.
I push my hips forward.
And she takes me.
In and out.
I slide deeper each time.
Out again.
Her fingers claw at my thighs.
In again.
I bump into the back of her throat.
Out again.
“Such a pretty Princess.” I push forward and hit that spot. “Relax.”
I pull back just a little and feel her mouth slacken.
When I push my hips forward, I don’t stop. I get an inch deeper.
“Look at me,” I groan.
The moon glints off her eyes as she blinks up at me. Mouth filled with dick. Throat working to take me.
I drag my hips all the way back until I fall free from her mouth.
But I don’t let her hair go. I keep her where she is and bend down until we’re eye to eye.
“Such a good Little Royal.” I press my mouth to hers in a rough kiss. “Now put your hands in the sand.”