Chapter 10

Chapter

Ten

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When the hell is my Prince going to come?

There's lots of reasons I want to know. But right now, one of them feels bigger—and harder—than the rest of them.

It's been two long nights without jerking off. I can barely believe how much self-restraint I've had. Not even a little tug while I'm shaking it in the bathroom, or a fondle while getting dressed. There were moments I thought I'd give in, but I didn't. I'm not going to break my Prince's rule. Not even if my balls turn blue.

I just want to know how much longer I have to wait for him.

"This is the hardest thing I've ever done," I mumble, rolling onto my back. I wait for the prickle of desire to subside as all my blood rushes south. Now the sheets are softly teasing my midnight wood… but if I lie on my front, I'll just end up grinding against the bed.

Come on. Think about Prince Charming.

Not that I need any encouragement. I've been thinking about him almost every minute of the day. Whether I'm in class or cleaning the house, I can't stop remembering the warm pressure of Prince's hand against my hip, or the fullness of his cock driving deep into my ass.

And now, he's the face of all my fantasies.

They sound like him—his warm, husky voice and effortlessly commanding presence. They smell, taste, feel like him. When I imagine a strong chest pressed up against my naked back, it's his.

I'm his.

If he wants me.

No. I can't start thinking like that. I shove my arms above my head, spreading my legs like a starfish. Prince will come , I repeat my mantra, sucking in my breath and letting it as slow as I can. Prince will come… Prince will come… Prince will—wait. What was that?

I swear I just heard the window frame creak.

My eyes want to fly open. I squeeze them shut as hard as I can, listening so intently that I can barely breathe.

There it is—that distinctive smell of sweat, cologne, citrus, and leather. A footstep scuffs against the floor.

He's back!

Anticipation burns through me like a lightning strike. My throat is tight, and my hard-on strains to lift the sheets even further.

There's no chance I can hide how awake and needy I am in the moonlight. It's almost impossible to breathe at all, let alone deep or evenly.

Another step scuffs against the floor, much closer to the bed.

Shit.

I manage not to squeak with anticipation, but I think I flinched.

I try to hide it by stirring a little bit and sighing. I keep my eyes closed as I turn my head to the left against the pillow, nestling my cheek into my bicep.

Prince doesn't say a word, but there's a soft puff of air from nearby—a chuckle.

There's footsteps again. Slow and deliberate, as Prince walks around to the other side of the bed.

The mattress creaks slightly under his weight.

Breathe in, breathe out, stay still.

My whole body is alight with white-hot, eager fire. I'm going out of my mind, I'm so turned on and ready for whatever the hell he's going to do.

He's close. The bed shifts under his weight, like he's crawling toward me. I can hear his breathing now, and his scent fills my nostrils.

Oh, fuck.

I hear the snick-snick-snick sound of a zipper sliding down, slower than anyone in the world has ever unzipped anything.

Prince Charming loves teasing the ever-loving fuck out of me while I can't do a thing. And it's working. My cock is so rock-hard that the flushed, throbbing head is leaking precum.

I swear, if he starts outright talking dirty, teasing me about secretly being awake… I'll probably cum hands-free.

But he doesn't. He stays tortuously silent, letting me have my make-believe—making me commit to it. I have to keep showing my Prince my deepest, filthiest desires.

Oh, fuck.

Prince's weight settles on either side of my head as he straddles my chest. His thumb brushes against the corner of my jaw, so softly I could almost think I was imagining it.

My lips part as I turn my head toward him, drawing rough, uneven breaths.

I can tell from the musky scent that his cock is just above my face. And I'd do anything to have it in my mouth right the fuck now.

I won't be able to pretend for much longer before I start to moan and beg, and I really want him to get to the action first.

That's the hottest part of all—finding myself already in the middle of fulfilling his desires.

Although my hard-on betrays me on that front. It's twitching and helplessly leaking straight through the sheet.

Please please let me taste you now before I go out of my mind, please…!

Prince's thumb traces along my jaw, still ghosting gently across my skin, and rests on my lower lip.

And then he pulls his hand away, and something else replaces it. Something a lot harder and thicker. But he isn't pushing forward yet, or settling his weight on my chest to pin me down.

He's staying where he is, enjoying my first reaction. My tongue runs clumsily across and around the hard, mushroom-shaped tip of his dick.

Prince tickles me under my chin, and I automatically close my lips around it.

Oh, fuck. Oh, god, it's hard to breathe this way… but it's so much hotter. The only thing I can smell or taste is him , crouching so carefully over me.

Then Prince jerks his hips forward, sliding into the back of my mouth without hesitation. He starts moving, slow and steady, one hand settling on my hair to hold me gently in place.

Not that I have any choice, with the hard length of him forcing my head to stay exactly where it is.

Prince's shaft is velvety, rock-hard in my mouth, and so thick I feel like I'm about to choke. He pushes further and further into my mouth until the head of his cock slides right into my throat.

"Nnnh… nnngh…!" I choke out softly, struggling for breath.

Fuck. My head is spinning for dear life. He pulls back, and I can't help suspecting that he's about to?—

Oh fuck fuck fuuuuck !

Prince shoves himself all the way to the back of my throat. He's face-fucking me slowly, but I can't pretend to ignore it any longer.

I'm choking on the thick length he's pushing into my throat, burning up with arousal until I can't stay still.

"Mmnh…!" I squeak softly as my fingers curl into tight fists.

Prince gives the hottest fucking laugh I've ever heard in my goddamn life—deep and rough and dark.

"Hello again, Beauty," he breathes out through the darkness. He pulls back and slams into the back of my throat again as he growls, "Now, suck on your Prince's dick."

I choke and squeal, arching against him. A flush races from my cheeks straight down my body as my hard-on throbs with desperation.

The moment I pull my hands free, Prince grabs them and yanks them over my head, sliding his fingers between mine.

I can't get away. He's got me trapped and helpless, exactly like I wanted.

"Mmnh!" I squeak as loud as I can, my voice muffled around his shaft.

"I'm sorry to disturb your sweet dreams," Prince whispers. "But I'll make sure you sleep soundly until dawn. Would you like that, Beauty?"

My cock throbs for dear life as he pumps his hips slowly and steadily. I might cum just from the friction against the damp sheet.

My mouth is a little too full to answer, so I shake my head slightly. I can't even pretend to beg, though. I'm dying to hear what filthy promises he'll make next.

Prince laughs roughly and leans forward. "Don't worry, Beauty. I won't be telling you a sweet fairytale." He spreads his knees and digs his nails into my scalp, ignoring my whimpers. "It's too late at night for that kind of story. Only the bad men and the beasts are up this late."

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

It's all I can do to hold myself back as Prince throws back his head and groans.

"Mmffngh!" I whimper. I can't form words around the hard dick filling up my mouth. His balls slap my chin with every thrust.

Prince just pounds my throat harder and faster. Every time I try to arch off the bed, he pushes harder into me until I collapse into it again, and then he moans in satisfaction.

"I thought you didn't want to talk, Beauty," Prince Charming taunts me.

Oh, that's really not fair. Damn it. Why do I love it so much?

I blush furiously, but I can't stop the soft, embarrassed noise that escapes.

Prince laughs, slowing his pace enough to pin both my wrists in one hand. Then, he rakes his fingers back through my hair. "I saw you in the moonlight, like my secret treasure. Aching… hard… desperate. With lips like those, you were made to be my happy ending."

I quiver from head to toe. Every muscle is drawing tight.

Fuck. After months of stroking myself as hard and fast as I can, I'm about to cum from the sheets brushing across me…

And from being my Prince's secret treasure.

I squeak shyly, squeezing my eyes shut as my body quivers and clenches tight.

Prince leans down to growl into my ear, grunting with each thrust. "A real prince knows— nnngh! —his Beauty— hnnh! —craves—the—beast!"

Oh fuuuuck—I'm so fucking close…!

"Yesyesyes… yes!" Prince grabs my hair even tighter until my scalp burns, ignoring my feeble protests and forcing my lips to the very base of his shaft.

Then his rhythm breaks.

Prince arches, goes still for a moment, and his hips jerk forward. He's swelling, squirting his thick, salty load across my tongue and straight to the back of my throat.

His groan rings through the room. And all I can do is gulp, swallowing again and again as he takes his sweet time to drain himself dry in my mouth.

I'm burning up with need, more desperate than I've been in my entire life to touch myself. And he's not in any rush to let go of my wrists, however much I tug at them.

I need to touch myself! Need it, need it, need it so bad!

"Please," I try to moan around his cock, but my mouth is still too full to form the word.

But finally, Prince lets go of my hair and the prickling eases in my scalp. As he slides out of my mouth, he reaches back and pushes a hand under the sheet behind himself.

Fingers close tightly around my aching shaft, and my whole body explodes with heat.

"Nnnh!" I almost buck right off the bed, my lips parting as I gasp and squirm underneath him. It's almost too much sensation, but I'm seconds away at most…

Prince strokes me once, twice—and I'm lost in ecstasy.

Yes…! Fuck, oh my fucking ? —

I can't stop shuddering, head to toe. Every muscle twangs with desperate release.

I buck wildly into his hand, gasping as I spill my hot juices all over his hand, my stomach, the sheets…

Time disappears, and the world goes black.

The next thing I know, I'm no longer under the sheets. I don't feel his weight on my chest. But there's still a thick, warm blanket of satisfaction wrapped tightly around my bones.

"Mmmm," I moan softly, trying to push past the sleepiness.

"A happy ending worth waiting for?" Prince murmurs from near my ear. He's sitting by my head now, one hand gently stroking through my hair.

It feels so sweet and gentle.

How much time passed? I have no idea. But I can't remember the last time I came like that… if ever.

I want to say yes , or thank you , or I needed you . All I can manage is a soft, "Gnnngh," and a quiver of pleasure.

He chuckles deeply, and I suddenly realize what disturbed me from the blissful blackness. Prince just finished wiping me clean with tissues. He tugs the sheet across me, helping find a dry spot for me to sleep under.

I giggle sheepishly. "There…" I swallow my clumsy tongue and try again. "There was… a lot stored up," I mumble.

He snorts. "There sure was, Beauty." Soft, warm lips press against my forehead and I smile. "You listened to my rules," he murmurs, sounding surprised. "You… you waited for me."

Of course I did!

But I can't possibly find the words to explain how long I've waited for a firm hand—for his firm hand. All I can manage is a breathless laugh and a little nod.

Then I bite my lip. "And… and you came," I murmur, probably sounding as surprised as he did a moment ago.

Prince's hand tightens in my hair for a moment, and then he rubs my scalp gently with his fingertips. "Yeah. What was it like, waiting?"

"Good," I beam, nuzzling my cheek into the pillow as I beam toward him. "I mean, agony. But a good kind."

Prince cups my cheek, and then he leans down to press his lips slowly and gently against mine.

Oh, holy crap.

I've never been kissed like this before. Slowly, like there's all the time in the world, but full of more desire than I can possibly imagine.

And promises. There are promises in his lips, somehow transmitted to mine without any need for words. I understand them all.

It feels too good to be true, but I couldn't possibly imagine the soft taste of his lips.

Not even in my wildest dreams.

At last, Prince pulls back and rests his forehead against mine.

"You haven't opened your eyes once." His words come in short, warm puffs of air that tickle my sensitive lips.

I gulp for breath. "Mmhmm."

Something is surging between us—something I don't understand. Part of me wants to look at him, to see for myself who he is. Whether I'm feeling what I think I am.

But I'm afraid it'll shatter this perfect fantasy.

"It's… um… it's hotter that way?" My voice trails off as my cheeks burn.

Ugh. Even I'm not convinced by that answer.

He huffs softly. "And the real reason?"

I don't know how to say it. But Prince gives me time to think about it. He just waits, quiet and patient and still.

Shit.

I've been waiting so long for my prince that I never thought about what to do when he came. I guess it's time to be honest with him—and with myself.