The Prince's Taste - Chapter 3.10
Not only her back, but everything about her is driving him crazy, but he holds his tongue, afraid she’ll run away again if she knows what’s in his head
“You were the one who turned me around,”
“Does that bother you?”
His grip on her waist tightened as he moved, shifting between slow and swift thrusts, gently coaxing her, embedding the idea over and over, brainwashing her—she was the only one he wanted.
“Should I stop?”
“Stop?! Don’t stop!… Keep going!” He stops moving his hips and starts to pull himself away. Judy Esther glares at him fiercely, her expression promising retribution if he did.
Richard fixed his gaze at her while slowly pushing in his glans, which had been barely hanging over the edge of her slit. A moan escaped Judy Esther’s lips as he moved slowly, rotating his hips to draw a shiver from her.
“Ah… yes…”
“I’ll do my best.”
He said it again, for what must have been the hundredth time. It sounded like he was going to be good at s*x right now, but good at everything would be good.
He held her hips firmly, giving strength to each movement, fully sinking himself into her. She tilted her head back, her body shivering from the intensity of the connection. As he withdrew his p***s slowly, her reddened flesh clung to the s***t like a sucker, its tip glistening with a thick layer of slick pre-c*m.
“It’s said that one should not believe a man’s words during s*x…”
“Who told you that? Who’s been filling your head?”
He couldn’t help asking, despite knowing he’d kept her occupied throughout the night. With one swift motion, he slammed his c**k back in roughly, causing her to arch in response. The room filled with the soft sound of water, with beads of moisture slipping down her back.
“I don’t know… Your Highness will do it all later. To Cinderella.”
“Cinderella? Who is that?”
‘I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking!’
Richard was asking because he didn’t know.
He had always been called a genius since he was young. With intelligence comparable to the renowned genius of the century, Daniel Emers, his mind was sharp. But even with his brain working on full blast, he couldn’t grasp what she meant by ‘Cinderella.’ A person of ash? Covered in soot? Could she mean a maid responsible for the hearth? The thought that Judy might think he was involved with a palace maid felt utterly unfair, given his fidelity to her alone.
“Judy, you’re the only one for me. There’s no one else.”
“…..?”
She looked at him puzzled, so he kindly added.
“I’m new to this, just like you. This is my first time.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Her eyes narrowed, clearly skeptical.
“Do I seem like the kind to joke?”
The slow words, spoken with a dour expression, were effective. He knew exactly how to use his looks to full advantage.
“I’ll get better with practice.”
“Nonsense. How are you this good if it’s your first time?” Judy Esther’s jaw dropped. The praise only made him want to impress her more, yet he knew that if he asked her to continue like this with him for another day, she was bound to lose her temper.
“Is that a compliment? I’ve been working hard to make sure you’re pleasured, so I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“It’s not fair to say something like that with a ….. face like that ……”
Richard resumed his humping. He couldn’t quite explain why, but he found himself continuously drawn to her, his every thrust causing her delicate frame to sway beneath him. His grip on her hips tightened.
“Whether a sword or a club, there’s always a way to die, even if you change the story. Ugh.”
Judy Esther groaned in frustration. Richard paused, momentarily worried. His size might be formidable, but it certainly wasn’t lethal, was it? He gently placed a hand on her stomach, noticing that her flat belly seemed to slightly bulge with each thrust. A twinge of guilt crept in.
The bathwater had long since cooled. Richard’s body was hot from all the action, and Judy Esther began to move her hips in sync with his movements.
“Judy, whoa.”
Feeling guilty, he tried to move more gently, but found that self-control was impossible. In the end, he lost all restraint, gripping her hips tightly and thrusting deep, as if piercing through. Her inner walls clenched around him, repeatedly tightening and releasing as if trying to draw him in further.
With one last deep thrust, he released and spurted his c*m, filling her entirely.
He lost count of how many times he had reached his peak. Between their bodies, a warm, blurred mix began to flow, trickling down between them.
‘It’s not you who’s dying. It’s me, isn’t it?’
Wrapping his arms around the delicate figure of his beloved, he held her close once more.
