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“How do you know?” I ask.
“You’ll have to trust me.”
“I have one question,” I say.
He kisses the tip of my nose. “What’s that?”
“Are you saying you don’t love watching me come?”
The prince’s face tightens with arousal. “What do you think?”
I smile mischievously. “I’m not sure. Maybe you should prove it.”
The low growl deep in his chest makes me switch with lightning speed from swooning to full-on lady boner.
“Arms up.”
Shaking, I do as he says. When he has that look, I’ll always do as he says. He chucks my top across the room and towers over me. The force of his mouth at my throat has me leaning backward over the countertop as he sucks the chocolate sauce off my collarbone. His mouth is warm and perfect.
I look down as his mouth travels lower, over my breastbone. The sight of my breasts overflowing in his strong hands, his greedy pink tongue darting out to clean the Nutella off me, is too much. Too, too much.
“Sigurd,” I whisper. “Pinch my nipples.”
He lets go of one breast and reaches for the bowl of chocolate sauce, fisting it in his big hand. As I gasp, he lets out a delicate, warm dribble over my chest, coating the tips of my nipples.
He groans something like “too low,” then before I can process what he means, he lifts me up and turns me so I’m sitting on the kitchen table. He crashes his claiming mouth against mine so hard that I angle backward until I’m flat against the wood. This big man is going to fuck me on a table. Yes, please.
His wicked mouth covers one chocolate-covered nipple and pulls. Everything goes hazy. Everything is warm and wet and wonderful.
Sigurd switches from one nipple to the other and repeats his worship. The scrape of his teeth over that nipple sends me reeling with pleasure. His opposite hand pinches and rolls my other nipple, and I feel like I may levitate.
“So good…Your Highness.”
“Be a good girl, and take off your shorts.”
I find my inner brat between gasping breaths and say, “You do it.”
Not a problem for this man, who rids me of my shorts and knickers at the same time, and they join my top in a pile on the floor.
“What-what are you doing to me?” I say on a gasp.
He doesn’t answer with words, but I figure it out pretty damn quick. He picks up the glass of wine, and with the other hand, he hoists my leg over one shoulder. The red wine fills my navel, rushes down over my hips, my pussy, my thighs, all over the table—everywhere.
I’ve never had someone do this to me, but with Sigurd, it feels natural to let him do what he wants. He wants to drink wine out of my pussy? Have at it.
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Sigurd
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m just going with it.
The red wine combines with her sweet juices, and she’s heaven on my lips.
Stasi purrs and arches off the table as I swallow down every drop, letting her essence and the red wine soak my beard.
Her thighs quiver on my shoulders. My face is buried between her pussy lips, and my tongue owns her cunt.
She’s unsure if I meant it when I said I loved watching her come? Guess I’ll have to do more work to build a body of evidence.
