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  She pauses in between my legs, her face below my cock. Fuck, she’s breathtaking.

  “Should I neigh or something?” she asks.

  I laugh. “Please do not neigh.”

  “Hey, you’re the one with the fetish.”

  “I already told you what my fetish was, luv,” I say, reaching down to slide my fingers underneath her chin. She rises up, her hands sliding up my legs but not touching me. “You.”

  “I’ve never been anyone’s fetish before,” she whispers, her hand replacing mine on my shaft. Her eyes on mine, she strokes my length, her touch whisper soft and the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.

  “Get used to it.”

  When she puts her tongue to me, it’s the best thing on earth. She touches the tip of her tongue to the head of my cock, before licking the length of my shaft like it’s a damn lollipop. It’s only been a couple of days without her mouth on me, without being inside her, and I’m already to the point of exploding at her touch.

  I thread my fingers through her hair, pulling her away from my cock the second she envelops me with her warm mouth. “No,” I tell her. “This isn’t the way I want you right now.”

  She frowns at me. “Maybe it’s the way I want you.”

  I can’t prevent the growl that escapes my lips when she says that. Little Miss Do Gooder telling me she wants my cock in her mouth…it’s almost more than I can take.

  “You can’t always get what you want, luv,” I tell her.

  “Says the prince who always gets what he wants.”

  “What can I say?” I ask. “I’m royalty. And right now what I want is for you to stand up and bring your pussy over here so I can eat you the way I’ve been thinking about eating you.”

  She looks up at me with an impish grin. “You think I’m just going to do everything you tell me to do?”

  “I think you’re going to do this,” I say. “We’ll work on the rest later.”

  Belle smiles as she stands, and I run my hands up her thighs, pulling her against me. My hands travel over her ass, and when they brush against the tail, she laughs. She stops laughing when I slide down, pulling her to my mouth.

  When I taste her, I can’t help but sigh. She tastes like everything that’s right in my world.

  She stands, her legs spread, while I take my time with her, my tongue exploring her pussy, savoring the taste of her wetness on my lips. “Oh, Albie,” she whispers, her hands against my head, pulling me tighter to her. “I missed this.”

  “I missed all of this,” I say, sliding my fingers inside her. She’s so wet for me, so ready, that it makes me groan.

  “I missed this clit,” I say, leaning forward and taking it in my mouth, sucking on it as I stroke her inside until I hear the hitch in her breath that means she’s close.

  I look up at her. Her eyes are closed, her head tilted back, her breasts moving with each breath she takes. She looks like perfection. “I missed this pussy,” I say, stroking her gently, feeling her body respond to every movement I make.

  I kiss her abdomen, running my hand over her skin, trying to memorize the surface of her. “I missed this stomach.”

  She makes a little whimpering sound, half a moan and half as if she’s trying to say my name, but I don’t stop. I run my palm up farther, caressing her breasts with my hand, watching her nipples harden underneath my fingertips.

  “I missed these breasts,” I say.

  “Albie,” she whispers.

  “And I missed this ass,” I tell her, gripping a handful of her cheek, my fingers pushing against the plug, and she moans, the sound coming from low in her throat.

  “Albie, you’re going to make me…” Her voice trails off, but even if it hadn’t, I wouldn’t let her finish.

  “No,” I say. “You’re not getting off that easily.”

  Belle whines, biting the edge of her lip as she looks down at me. Her pussy throbs around me, and I know she’s close. “Please?”

  She knows begging is my weakness. There's nothing on earth as fantastic as hearing Belle woman beg. “Please what?”

  “Please make me come, Albie,” she says, her voice breathy.

  “I don't think so, luv. Not yet."

  "Please."

  There she goes with the please again.

  I slip my fingers from her. "I don't want you to come that way, luv," I tell her. "I want you to come on my cock, the way I haven't been able to stop thinking about."

  On the bed, I pull her down on top of me. When she slides onto my cock, it's pure heaven. "You're so wet and ready for me," I say, my hands traveling across her waist, gripping her hips as she rocks slowly on me, the way I know she likes.

  But she doesn't need time to warm up. She only rides me slowly for a few minutes, before she's gathering momentum, her head lolling back and her breasts bouncing in the air as she fucks me at her pace.

  I love the fact that she's taking control, taking her pleasure from my cock as she rides me. I love the fact that she loses herself, closes her eyes and then opens them abruptly, needing to look at me.

  And I can't get over the fact that she's fucking me, with that bright pink pony tail sticking out of her ass.

  It's almost enough to make me laugh, except for the fact that she's so damn sexy doing it that I couldn't laugh if I tried.

  Instead, I lose myself in her, in the sounds of her moans as she rides me, in the silky smoothness of her skin under my fingertips.

  In the sensation of that damn pony tail swishing against my leg as she moves.

  "Fuck, Albie," she says, her hands stroking my balls as she rides me.

  And then even that hot pink tail isn’t funny anymore. "Do you feel that, luv? How ready I am for you?" I ask, my voice tight as her touch sends waves of heat rushing through my body.

  "Oh God, yes," she gasps. "I want to feel you come inside me, Albie. I want all of you in me."

  "Not yet, luv," I say, my voice strained. "I want to feel you come on me first."

  She looks at me with heavy eyes, desire contorting her features as she grinds against me. "Can I?"

  "Tell me how good it feels to be riding my cock again," I order.

  She moans. "I missed your cock," she says. "I felt empty without you."

  "Tell me how good it feels with this inside you," I say, sliding my hand around to press the plug against her ass.

  Belle groans, grinding her clit against me harder, losing her rhythm as she rides me, her movements no longer controlled but erratic. "It feels so good to be filled up," she says, her words punctuated by short gasps for breath.

  "Your pussy is so swollen and wet," I say softly. "I can tell you want to come, my love."

  "Please," she whimpers.

  "Come with me."

  She throws her head back, saying she loves me and crying out my name as she comes with a vengeance. The moment her orgasm begins to rip through her body, it triggers mine. My balls clench and I let go.

  46

  Belle

  I lay on my side, my head tucked into the crook of Albie's arm, the way I've gotten comfortable, my finger tracing lazy circles on his chest. "Can we stay like this forever?" I ask.

  "Hole up in this hotel and live on room service?" Albie asks. "I think that can be arranged."

  "It's like your own private kingdom."

  "I’ll be the master of my hotel room," Albie says.

  "Is your father going to disown you?" I ask.

  Albie pushes my hair away from my forehead, his touch gentle. "No," he says. "He asked if I loved you, you know. I went to tell him and your mother, before I left."

  "Did he flip out?" I ask.

  And the better question: Did my mother flip out?

  "He doesn't know we're here exactly," Albie says, chuckling. "But he asked if I was in love with you and I said yes."

  "That’s it?”

  "He said he was young and headstrong and stubborn once, too," Albie says.

  "When he was with your mother.”

  "It