That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 317

“I will, Your Highness.” She nodded eagerly, hungrily. “Your wish is my command.”

“Good. Now, come here.” He guided her where he wanted, maneuvering her until she was face–to–face with his arousal.

Gripping the thick length in his hand, he held it out before her. “Open your mouth.”

Her lips parted instantly, though confusion flashed across her face. They had never done this before. He doubted she had even heard of it.

Her innocence had always been intoxicating, made him possessive. Made him want to ruin her in every way imaginable.

Daemonikai slid his thick length past her lips, watching as her tongue darted out, giving the swollen head a hesitant lick. The shy exploration sent a low groan rolling from his chest.

“Suck on it, sweet Riel,” he ordered, pressing deeper.

She gagged a few times as he stretched her, but she did not pull away.

Then she tasted his precum and made a needy, breathless sound that made his cock twitch.

Daemonikai had no idea if it was the heat driving her, but his litte star was eager now, lips stretching wider as she let him push further, deeper, guiding his cock into the tight, wet cocoon of her throat.

Fuck.

The sight of that refined, prim little lips swallowing his manhood as though she had done this a hundred times was pushing him closer to the edge than the act itself.

Daemonikai kept control, taking his time, watching for the signs. How deep she could take him, when she needed to breathe, when she struggled and when she craved more.

And all the while, her tongue was learning him, flicking over the sensitive ridge of his cockhead every chance she got. Teasing him, tracing the pulsing veins along his shaft as he moved in and out of her mouth.

Soon enough, heat coiled in his abdomen, his balls pulling tight, plessure building until he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a low groan, he spilled deep into her throat, shaking like some untried youngling getting his first taste of a female’s body.

The first burst of his release hit the back of her throat, and Emeriel coughed, instinctively trying to pull back but kept his hand tangled in her hair. Holding her right where he wanted her as he groaned, spilling deep. “Take every last drop.”

and

submission, her

any idea what she did to

abundance. Of course, the irony was, even with that, it was difficult

watching her throat work to swallow him down, feeling the desperate

sought more, lips clamping tighter, eyes half–lidded in pleasure as she sucked greedily. Her tongue lapping, her mouth slurping with an eagerness that had his

the night stretched

session, she took him and let him use her mouth as

the longer he held back from giving her what she needed most, the longer her hungry

She grew restless.

against him, small frustrated sounds

drifted between her thighs, jerkily trying to touch herself, but the relief she

clawed at her,

sucked him down, humping the sheets in urgent, futile friction, frantic for something more as he released once

Cries of misery vibrating his length, her lust–filled blue eyes pleading with him to put

could no longer do

quivering form in a full–body embrace. His lips brushed against the delicate curve of her

His tongue darted out, licking the

thigh between hers, pressing blatantly against her depraved

oh yes, Daemon, Daemon–ahhh!” She undulated wildly against his leg, riding it for all she was worth, her cries

pheromones, pumping her full of

with the intensity of her pleasure.

when she peaked, dissolving into a shuddering, wailing climax, he still

licked up his spine, and he was spilling again, his seed jetting in

through the curtains, bathing them in its light as he worked

entrance.