Page 225

“Why?” I snap my hips once, mean, and he sobs. “You don’t like it?”

“I do.” His fingers tighten in my hair, and when he speaks, it’s smaller than anything he’s said to me in weeks. “Am I pretty?”

His face is turned half into the pillow, ears red, eyes shut like he can take the answer better if he doesn’t have to see me give it.

I still inside him, and one hand comes up and turns his face back to me. “Open your eyes.”

He does, and I see a tremble in his mouth he’s trying to kill.

“Ask me again.”

His throat works. “Am I pretty?”

“Yes.” I kiss the corner of his mouth, then the wet line under his eye. “You are so pretty it makes me stupid. Pretty when you glare at me. Pretty like this, split open on my cock.”

A shaky breath leaves him, and his hole flutters around me, involuntary. My little prince was so beautiful that my heart could barely bear it. I wanted to wrap him in my arms, shelter him from everything, and never let the world touch him again.

“Again,” he whispers.

“You’re pretty.” I pull out slow and push back in, deep, watching his mouth fall open. “Pretty mouth. Pretty eyes. Pretty face. You are the prettiest person on this entire planet.”

He mewls and drags me down, arms locked around my neck. “Say it while you fuck me,” he gets out, hungry. “Please. I want—I want to hear it.”

I kiss his temple, and then I fuck him through the next whimper. “You’re pretty. You’re good. You’re mine. Say it back.”

“I’m—” His voice cracks. He tries again, wrecked. “I’m yours.”

“And?”

“Pretty,” he breathes, like the word burns. “I’m pretty.”

“That’s my good boy.”

I shift my weight, get a hand under his hip, and lift him to sink deeper. He cries out, high, and clings harder, thighs spreading until I have all of him. I kiss his open mouth and drive in to the hilt, letting him feel how deep he can take me. “Come on my cock and let me watch how beautiful you are when you break.”

His whole body locks up, and his hole clenches so tight around me I nearly lose it right there.

Then he comes, and I feel the way his hole spasms. “That’s it,” I breathe, fucking him through it, and when I finally come, it’s deep inside him, buried to the hilt, my mouth against his ear. “Mine,” I breathe. “All mine.”

He makes a broken sound and goes limp beneath me.

I stay inside him for a moment longer, catching my breath, then ease out slowly. He whimpers at the drag, oversensitive, and I kiss his shoulder in apology, then I pull him into my arms. “You’re beautiful,” I murmur against his hair. “Every part of you.”

We stay tangled together for a while longer. Eventually, I shift. “Come on. Shower.”

He groans and burrows deeper into my chest. “No.”

“Yes.”

“I’m comfortable.”

“You’re also covered in cum.”

He lifts his head and glares at me. “Whose fault is that?”

“Mine,” I say easily, kissing his forehead. “Which is why I’m going to clean you up.”

He grumbles but doesn’t fight when I pull him to his feet. He sways slightly, and I catch him by the waist. “Careful.”