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.”

fluttered up to him, and

submission, her

she have any idea what

kind always released in abundance. Of course, the irony was, even with that, it was difficult to

of that mattered. Not when he was watching her throat work to swallow him down, feeling the desperate way she clung to him and knowing

kitten soon 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 dick on a constant hard–on, fire

the night stretched

him and let him use her mouth as

longer her hungry

She grew restless.

him, small frustrated sounds slipping

times, her hand drifted between her thighs, jerkily trying to touch herself, but the relief she sought eluded her and frustration followed. A sound of dissatisfaction, and her hand fell away once

need clawed at

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

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

could

her up, he gathered her quivering form in a full–body embrace. His lips brushed against

scent. His tongue darted out, licking the heated skin, before his fangs sank

thigh between hers, pressing blatantly against her depraved clitoris

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

pheromones, pumping her full

and pinching him with the

dissolving into a shuddering, wailing climax,

spilling again, his seed jetting in thick,

them in its

entrance.