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.

“What?? Shut up.” Saïda laughed “I don’t believe you.”

Asahd smirked.

“I can make you beg me to stop. Should I prove it?”

“Right now?”

“I’ve got all the time, Saïda. Try me.” he’d replied and stepped out of the bathroom.

Saïda reddened and chuckled.

“Well, okay. I’m gonna be enjoying it after all. And I don’t see how I’ll sob or beg you to stop.”

“You’ll see. Real soon.” he’d replied knowingly and went to her.

Neither did she know he was capable. She should’ve never underestimated Asahd Usaïd.

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...

“You win Asahd! Ahhhh...” she moaned and tried to push him away again but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them down by her shoulders. His tongue didn’t move an inch from her folds and he kept her thighs still apart with his upper arms.

Saïda gasped and her chest heaved nonstop. She was shivering and her loins were on fire. Her moans mixed with sobs, her eyes very watery and their vision blur.

“S–stop. Please, Asahd...” she whimpered weakly. A greater part of her enjoyed it and another wanted him to stop because she could feel her body losing all energy, resistance and control.

Asahd raised a finger at her that meant to say: "One more minute.”

He needed her to come one more time. She had to come or else he would not let her go. But Saïda believed she wasn’t going to last a minute.

“I–I can’t Asahd...” she sobbed and raised her hips, weakly. “Please Ohhhhh...”

Asahd did the most and brought his thumb in. He started to rub her already sore and sensitive cl*t real quick, while his tongue still played on her folds.

“Ahhhh! Asahd!!” she tried to wriggle away but to no avail. He went even faster.

“Come, Saïda.” he whispered huskily, still rubbing her.

“I– I c–” Saïda gasped sharply when out of nowhere, the hardest and third orgasm hit her!

“Aaaargghh!!” Saïda groaned out raw.

She shivered and her body spasmed.

“Ffffffuck!! Asahd!” she sobbed, her eyes shutting tight and her breath, hitching. Asahd kept his mouth on her until she started squirting.

Saïda spasmed until it was all over. Her body shivered and her breathing was rough and raged. Her head was spinning and her eyes were struggling to remain open.

Asahd smiled and got on his feet. He looked down at her.

“Sweetheart?” he called knowingly, “You okay?” he teased with a chuckle. “Three orgasms in twelve minutes. I think that’s a record and I’m getting better at this, every single time.”

“Y– you are cruel...” she gasped, weak and unable to move an inch yet.

“I’d told you.” Asahd smirked wickedly.

“I am sore. There’s no way you’re touching me in the next hours.” she smiled weakly, still trying to regain her breath.

“Oh really?” he reached out to touch her pussy again.

“No!” Saïda literally found the energy to scream, and she shut her thighs so fast even before Asahd’s hand was anywhere close.

The naughty Prince laughed.

“Never underestimate me, honey.” he mused and lowered his head to kiss the top of her knees.

“I’m going to shower, you squirted on my face and chest Saïda. Damn. How do you do that? I love it.” he laughed and headed to the bathroom.

“If you find the strength, grab the phone and order breakfast up. Yes, I just ate good pussy, but I’m still hungry.” he mused and closed the door behind him.

Saïda lay silently, still in a daze.

“Yalah, Asahd.” she muttered weakly, “He’s so, gosh...”

She took deep and hard breaths.

′I wonder what it’ll be like if I use my mouth on him, too.

-Yalah, Saïda! How could you even think of that?

If he does it to me, why shouldn’t I try same? If I even gather the guts in the first place.′