“What…what are you doing?” Her big green eyes widen in fear, but I shake my head.
“Making you come made me hard again. Need to take care of myself so I can sleep. Don’t worry, Princess—your virtue is safe…for now.”
She shivers and starts to pull her gown up to cover her breasts, but I put out a hand to stop her.
“No—let me look at you. I want to see those gorgeous tits while I stroke myself.”
She sucks in a breath and I’m sure she’s about to be offended…but then she pulls her dress back down again instead.
“You really like them?” she asks in a small voice.
“Fuck, yes I like them, baby!” My breath is getting shorter as I stroke myself from root to tip. “I like all of you—so curvy and soft.”
I’m almost panting now. Watching her and talking to her while I do this is making me even hotter. I wish I could fuck her—any other male probably would try it, whether she wanted it or not. But, as I said before, I don’t force myself on women. That’s fucking low.
“Are…are you going to come again?” she murmurs, and I can see that she’s getting hot again too. “Are you going to spurt your cream all over?”
“Unless you want to swallow it again,” I growl, giving her a half-lidded look. “Is that what you want, Princess? Was sucking me once not enough for you?”
Her eyes go wide and her cheeks get pink. I can tell I’ve hit on something.
“Did you like swallowing my cum last time?” I ask, my voice coming out hoarse and rough. “Do you want to do it again?”
Biting her lower lip, she nods. I can see the shame in her face, but I can tell she wants this—so much that the shame can’t hold her back.
“Go ahead, then,” I tell her. “But hurry—I’m fucking close.”
Without a word, she leans over and takes me in her mouth. The warm, wet heat makes me groan and I stop pumping and let her take over instead. Her soft little hand caresses me while she takes as much of my shaft as she can down her throat. Gods!
I brush her long hair away from her face so I can watch her suck me. I can feel the tightness in my balls and I know I’m about to shoot, but I do my best to hold off. I want this to last.
When she sucked me before, I felt guilty—I knew she wasn’t doing it because she wanted to but because the witch was forcing her. This time, it’s pure pleasure.
I watch as she works me, sucking and stroking, and suddenly I can’t hold back any longer.
“Gonna come, sweetheart,” I growl hoarsely. “Fuck, your soft little mouth feels so good on me. If you don’t want to swallow, pull off now.”
She doesn’t pull off. She leans in, taking me deeper—daring me to shoot down her throat.
I feel my cock jerk in her mouth and then I’m coming and she’s swallowing—spurt after spurt, drinking me down like she can’t get enough.
I don’t have as much to give as last time, but I do my best to fill her belly. She swallows until the last drop and then sucks the head as if she wants to be sure she got it all.
“Careful, Princess,” I groan, pulling away from her eager mouth. “Too fucking sensitive now.”
She nods and sits up. Wiping her chin, she pulls up the front of her dress and starts to scoot away from me.
I fasten my trousers and reach for her.
“Hey—where do you think you’re going?”
Her eyes dart to mine and I see she’s ashamed of herself—of what she did.
“Just…going to get comfortable and get some sleep,” she says, looking down.
“First of all, there’s no place that’s comfortable in this whole damn cave,” I growl. “Second, you haven’t eaten yet. And third, the only place you’re sleeping is in my arms.”
Her eyes widen.
