“Rosalina, take off his shirt and suck his cock three times.”
Eagerly, I tug the tunic over Farron’s head, displaying his lean body. His long length stands at full attention. I bow down to accept his cock, obeying Dayton’s command.
Farron whines in protest as I pull away, but there’s something in me eager to play this little game. I look to the Summer Prince for my next command.
“That’s a good girl.” He smirks. “Don’t be grumpy. Lie down, Baby.”
Farron does, his cock tall and glistening.
“Sit on it.”
I crawl over to my mate and straddle him before easing him inside. Farron stares up at me with such love and devotion, my heart melts. His hair falls in messy waves, lips swollen from all the kissing.
“I love you,” I mouth.
He reaches up and taps my heart three times.
Then I slowly lower myself, feeling my muscles stretch around his cock. I brace my hands on his chest, careful not to go too fast.
“Good,” Dayton breathes, then, “Fuck.”
The prince leans against the bedpost, eyes fluttered closed.
“What is it?” I ask.
He grips the bedpost, voice straining. “You’re both so fucking beautiful. I don’t think my heart can take it.”
I giggle, pushing myself harder onto Farron’s cock.
Farron shivers, obviously eager to go deeper, but letting me take charge. It’s so long, it feels like if I push any further, it’ll end up in my stomach. I bite my lip and whimper, “Day, I can’t.”
Dayton tsksand stands before me, his own massive cock hard again. “Yes, you can. His cock was made for you, and your body was made for him.” Then Dayton yanks my chin up and kisses me roughly.
I moan deeply and push down. Something shifts within me, and I slide down fast on Farron’s cock. I shout from the sensation of being filled so completely by my mate. My inner muscles clench and hold tight to his cock.
Farron lets out an animalistic growl. His fingers dig deep into my hips.
“Good,” Dayton praises, lightly running his hands through Farron’s hair. “It’s going to be hard, pup, but don’t move. Let her adjust to you.”
My eyes close. Yes, I love this. How does Dayton know exactly what I need? The first time with Farron had been a rush of whirling emotions and near primal desire. But now I can savor every moment, every feeling, as I get to explore his body with mine.
“How do you feel, Farron?” I breathe.
“I would live inside you if I could.”
Heat builds in my core, and I rock my hips, slowly beginning to sway up and down.
“Faster,” Dayton says, voice low and throaty.
“Yes,” Farron growls. “More, Rosie, more.”
I move, each thrust harder, faster. My fingernails rake down Farron’s chest, and I’m sure he’s leaving bruises on my thighs.
My back arches as I lower closer to Farron, the angle hitting deep within.
“Suck her breasts,” Dayton says, a desperate urgency to his voice.
My breasts now dangle before Farron’s face, and he eagerly grabs one in his mouth. His wet tongue circles my nipple, then he bites gently and tugs.
