The Prince's Taste - Chapter 2.9
“You said you forgot everything, so I’m just trying to make you remember.”
His large hand cupped her b****t, squeezing it as a low moan escaped her lips.
“You have to remember it all.”
Her reddened inner flesh clung to him as his p***s pushed and scraped against her inner walls. She wasn’t provoking him; if anything, she needed to pacify him.
“Hah… Aah…”
Richard should’ve been a teacher, not a crown prince. The way he patiently re-taught her everything she had apparently forgotten, one by one, was evidence of his competence as an educator.
“…It hurts, gently.”
“It’s not all pain, is it?” The p***s slid out slowly, then with a twist of his hips, his slow thrusts teasingly precise, caused her body to shudder each time the pulsing veins dragged across her sensitive spots.
“I’m going to… die.”
“No one dies from s*x.”
“Then why is there a saying about dying in bed?”
The heroine of the 19th century golden novel, Yeo Joo, has extraordinary stamina, even after days and days of s*x. A heroine can only be called a heroine if she is able to stay strong even after three days and nights of fucking in the bedroom. Judy Esther can’t even dream of being a heroine with low-quality stamina, one night was already too much.
“Relax, we’re just reviewing slowly.”
“Until when? Aah… ah!”
“Until we’ve covered everything we did last night.”
It sounded like he didn’t intend to let her leave the room until sunrise.
She had clearly triggered the wrong switch in this novel’s male lead.
“Hmph, mmmph, mmmph!”
Judy Esther let out a sobbing scream each time Richard’s p***s slammed into her. Each time Richard pulled back, the s***t protruding from her vaginal orifice was lined with sticky fluid, and each return thrust was accompanied by the slick squelching of her love juices.
Richard was true to his word and didn’t let up. If anything, she was grateful he hadn’t let her starve in between. When the maids entered with their meal, Judy was so embarrassed she couldn’t even raise her head, pulling the sheets over herself as far as they would go. Richard’s booming laughter filled the room.
“Hiding won’t change the fact that they know who you are.”
And, as if that wasn’t enough, his hands wouldn’t leave her b*****s alone. He tweaked her e***t n*****s, causing her sharp pain. She hadn’t even managed to leave the bed since waking. Of course, the cause was Richard.
“It hurts, stop touching me.”
Her voice, shrill with frustration, startled Richard. She no longer cared about propriety or etiquette.
“Shall we take a bath together after we eat?”
“No, thank you.”
Richard’s eyes smiled as he pressed a kiss to her lips, his warm breath filling her mouth. She couldn’t allow herself to fall for his flirtation.
“…It’s like this.”
Judy Esther mumbled as she gently pushed him away from her chest. But as his golden eyes met hers, she lowered her head. With her eyes now looking downward, she caught sight of his still-e***t length and pulled her hips back.
“You don’t have a conscience, do you?”
“I haven’t done anything.”
Richards leisurely grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him.
He kissed along her neckline, caressing her b*****s.
“And this doesn’t count as doing something?”
“It’s pure instinct. If you don’t want to bathe with me, let’s do it one more time.”
“No, I’ll bathe.”
Judy Esther scrambled out of bed flapping like a fish caught in a net. She knew exactly what he intended to do once they were in the bath. Her lower half ached from all the activity, and her n*****s were red and swollen from all his biting and sucking. Her body was mottled with bruises.
“It seems I wasn’t the only dog.”
Judy Esther narrowed her eyes and stared into Richard’s handsome face. He awkwardly cleared his throat and averted his gaze. He must know.
What he has done to me.
“I just… lost control for a bit.”
“Oh, is that so?”
From the moment Richard started talking about taking a bath, her mind was already in the bathroom. She wanted to fill the tub with hot water, add some fragrant bath salts, and step in.
“But how far are you going to follow me?”
As she was about to enter the bathroom, Richard caught up with her.
“I thought you might be feeling unwell.”
“Oh, really?”
He was coaxing her like a child, as if he thought she wouldn’t see through his dark intentions.”It’s sad to be alone when you’re sick.”
With that, he effortlessly scooped her up into his arms in a princess carry.
Judy Esther was startled, and Richard’s smiling face came close to hers. She narrowed her eyes. He definitely knew that his face is a weapon. If not, then this was pure instinct.
How could she push him away?
“I can take a bath by myself.”
“Since we’re both naked anyway, why wash separately?”
When he whispered in that deep voice, it made her reluctant to pull away.
“…But I’m wearing a robe.”
“At this point, you might as well be completely undressed.”
With the robe loosely crossed over her body, everything was visible between the gaps. It felt as if she were naked. His warm body and pleasant scent enveloped her. She closed her eyes, savoring his fragrance while nestled in his arms.
‘I can’t let myself fall for him.’
Their bodies were intertwined to the point of almost breaking apart. Would feelings not arise from such intimacy? After this, could she really treat him like nothing happened?
He would meet Ella and fall for her at first sight, but what would happen to Judy Esther then?
