Faye
Prince Michael watches as I hook my thumbs in the waist of his pants and try to pull them down. He gently presses his hand against my chest and pushes me back onto the bed, kneeling over my legs. He makes quick work of taking off his pants and his boxers, until he’s… fully naked and… in his full glory.
A tremor of doubt courses through my veins as my gaze sweeps over his body. He’s pure art. He makes my mouth water, but when my gaze travels down to his c**k…
He’s enormous. Beautiful, lengthy, and wide and I’m….
Any lingering doubt turns molten when he grips my shift between his fists and rips it open. I gasp, my chest rising and falling in a sharp exhale that rattles through my soul as his hands grope my breasts, his eyes heavy and dark as they sweep over my fully naked skin.
