Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 109

WARNING! EXPLICIT CONTENT!

(This chapter is not edited)

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Writer’s POV:

“Oh my gosh! Ohhhhh...” Saïda moved uncontrollably and tried to wriggle away from his grip as the pleasure was turning to sweet torture.

Asahd gripped her open thighs firmly, making sure she had nowhere to escape to. His tongue and mouth were all over her sensitivity, driving her wild.

“Ahhhh!” she groaned and arched her back, raising her hips and trying to get him off her but to no avail. His mouth remained glued to her sensitive folds.

Her body was on fire. Her loins were on fire. She could hardly breathe straight. Asahd always ate her out in a way that was sure to leave her in a daze.

She was lying back down and close to the edge of the bed with her knees bended and parted. Asahd was kneeling by the bed where she lay and had his mouth down on her, assaulting her in the most sensual manner.

“Please!” she gasped with mixed feelings. The pleasure was mixed with sweet torture. She wanted him to stop but at the same time, she didn’t want him to.

The naughty Prince grabbed her inner thighs and parted them even more, pinning them down on the bed and at her sides. His tongue showed no mercy to her overly sensitive cl*t and wrestled endlessly with it. This time, it was even better than every other time he’d pleasured her orally. It was so good that her body couldn’t take it and she tried helplessly to break free, her moans mixing with weak sobs.

“St...stop!” she gasped, raising her hips and gripping a hand full of his hair. This didn’t stop Asahd. “Aahh!! Asahd, please! Ohhhhh!”

Asahd went on and on, literally French kissing her intimacy.

“Fuck!! Ohhhhh!” she gasped and weakly raised her head to look down at him.

′He’s going to kill me!′

“Oh yeahhh...” she moaned and yet, weakly tried to push his head away with a hand.

Asahd suckled on her swollen nub like never before, deaf to her pleas for him to stop, as well as to continue. He’d already made her come twice with his tongue, which had weakened the girl. He planned on making her come some more until her body gave up. It’d been more than ten minutes since he’d begun. And that sure was too much.

“Pleaase! Asahd!” she pulled on the sheets and moaned weakly, raising her hips and trying to get him off her. Nope, Asahd held her down firmly. It felt like he’d drained all energy she’d had, with his tongue. She was so weak that she could hardly raise her head to look at him, again. She was so weak that her hand that was trying to push his head away went numb and seemed to be caressing and rubbing his head, instead. Her eyes started to water and she helplessly continued to try and get him off! Sweet torture indeed. She was afraid her body would give up from so much pleasure, almost unbearable already.

And the craziest part was, he made her feel this way with only his tongue and mouth.

Every single time he ate her out, he seemed to do it even better than the previous times. Now it was crystal clear. And whenever it happened, her thoughts automatically took her down memory lane, a few months a ago. When they’d gone camping in the woods and when he’d said the words that would forever get stuck in her head:

’...-I can lick it better than that.-...′

Facts!

Saïda was sobbing in both pleasure and frustration. She was sore, yet some part of her didn’t want him to stop. She’d never in her life thought she would experience something like this. Asahd was killing her softly.

“Oh my gaaawd! Please.” she sobbed and gasped, gripping his hands that held her open thighs, down. She tried to pull them off her, but nothing! She was too weak and his grip was too tight.

“Mmmm...” Asahd moaned, not bothered the least. He continued to suckle and lick on her. She could feel him smile against her as he did so.

“I’m sorry!” she gasped for air and sobbed, “Asahd! Ohhhhh... I believe you now! Pleaaaase...”

Asahd smiled against her and didn’t stop for even a second. Saïda was shivering from too much pleasure she realised she couldn’t really handle.

This was how it all started.

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Very early that morning, Saïda had woken up first and had gone to shower. After that, she put her tiny nightie back on and joined Asahd on the bed again, to dose a little.

Some hours later, both got up and Asahd went to the bathroom to shower as well while Saïda stayed back to watch TV. While he was shaving the growing beard on his chin, they started chatting. It was one of their lovely conversations, until it became a steamy one about their love making. While they talked, Saïda admitted:

“I don’t understand how you do it.”

“Do what?” Asahd had asked, washing and rinsing his face.

“Make me pass out most of the time. Are you that good?” she’d teased knowingly with a laugh.

At that moment, Asahd who had not entered the shower yet and was still in his boxers, stuck his head out to answer her.

“You’re kidding me right?” he’d mused with a raised brow.

“Nope. Serious question.” she’d giggled.

“Yes, I’m that good. I’m not even asking you.”

Saïda laughed.

“So sure of yourself.”

“You know it’s a fact, babe. I can make you sob in pleasure, with just my tongue.” he’d stated in a factual manner.