The Prince's Taste - Chapter 2.7
Thanks to her earlier actions, Richard’s middle leg still stood stiffly e***t. She wished he’d at least look away, but instead, he tilted his head slightly and stared straight at her.
‘Is this what it feels like to be a mouse caught by a cat?’
It seemed he was happily contemplating how to devour his prey. She felt like crying. If things were going to end like this, why had she even bothered running away all these years?
“I didn’t do anything to deserve this.”
“Please.”
Couldn’t they stop talking about the memories of the night? Judy Esther wore a gloomy expression. She was tense, wondering what other bombs might drop in the future.
“You certainly begged quite a bit under me.”
“I would appreciate it if you could forget about it…”
“I’ll never forget such a passionate night.”
“…..”
But the reflection didn’t end there. From the recesses of her mind came the memory of her pushing Richard down, mounting him, and gasping wildly like an animal. As she rode him up and down, a wet, squelching sound accompanied flesh pounding flesh, gasping and moaning. It was an unmistakably obscene image. It was clear to anyone watching that she was the one ravaging the man beneath her.
‘What have you done, Judy Esther?’ She let out a long sigh, turning her back to him. She couldn’t even bring herself to face Richard. But the sight of the room only amplified her embarrassment.
Clothes were strewn all over the floor, creating an absolute mess. Even if she wanted to get dressed, she couldn’t put on her gown without tightening the corset, which she absolutely couldn’t do on her own. And she could ask Richard to tighten her corset for her, could she?
Pulling the servant’s bell to summon the maids was also out of the question. That would mean announcing to the world exactly what had happened between them.
Even if she somehow managed to dress herself, her problems wouldn’t be over. If word got out that a disheveled Judy left the palace in a hurry, everyone would easily guess who her partner was. There was no other man who had disappeared with her the previous night but Richard.
Judy Esther scanned the room, deep in thought.
“I told you, the only time you turn your back on me is when we’re having s*x.”
“What? When…”
Before she could finish her question, her body was suddenly lifted and then placed down softly.
Her back hit the plush sheets.
“Wait a second. What are you doing?”
“Judy, you’re not asking because you don’t know.”
Trapped beneath Richard’s body, Judy Esther swallowed nervously.
His shadow loomed over her.
“I really don’t know…”
“If you got it up, you should take responsibility.”
Just as she was about to feign ignorance, Richard grabbed her hand and placed it on his lower body. Her hand wrapped around a large, throbbing club. A solid pillar, pulsing with blood, veins bulging along its length. Of course, no male protagonist in a 19+ novel would have a small p***s, but its slightly curved shape—like a banana—was quite… magnificent. Even…
“It’s bigger than before.”
Without thinking, almost instinctively, Judy gripped the firm rod tightly with both hands. Richard’s face contorted in a brief grimace as her palms felt the pulsing veins beneath.
“I thought you liked it big.”
“Me?”
“You bit and sucked it all night, even though you complained that it wasn’t big enough to fit in your mouth.”
Considering the pent-up frustration over time, it seems that she would not have just tasted something good to eat. Once you get drunk, you lose reason and with only your senses left, you can’t possibly endure it. Judging from the scene that had just come to mind, she had pounced on Richard from above, it was very likely that she had attempted fellatio.
Judy Esther shut her mouth and moved her jaw experimentally. Now that she was aware of it, her jaw felt incredibly sore. At least it hadn’t dislocated.
“This part welcomed me quite enthusiastically, too.”
Richard slid his hand between her legs, brushing over her wet folds as he gently teased her c******s, inserting a finger through her slit, all the while watching her reactions.
“Mmmm.”
“You bit mine and wouldn’t let go.”
Judy Esther let out a low, stifled moan. The wet sound of her arousal echoed as he stimulated her opening.
“It can’t have gone in, ….. hah.”
“Do you want to check?”
He took the throbbing pillar from her hand and pressed the tip against her wet folds, slowly rubbing it up and down. As he stretched it across her sensitive flesh, her p***y twitched as if electrified. All her nerves went to her lower body, and her legs trembled. Judy Esther clutched at the sheets.
“Your body reacts the same as before.”
“I don’t remember…”
Instinctively, she shook her head, but the e*******e below betrayed her. The front of the thick glans nudged gently at the entrance to her vaginal opening, the hole clenching impatiently to swallow it.
“Your body is honest, but why can’t your mouth be?”
