HANSEL…
By the time my fingers were aching from my thrust, he took over me, sitting beside me, and his two fingers sliding in and out of my dampness. He didn't stop until I climaxed the third time into his palm and then released a heavy breath I didn't know hung in my throat.
I looked at his face, and I could see the pleasure on his lips. His smiles were broad and honest, and that made me know how much he relished watching me touch myself and moan aloud for his sake.
“My prince, I should be leaving right now, since I'm wet.” I couldn't meet his eyes again while speaking, but he raised my jaw and tilted my head to the side to face him.
He chuckled and asked, “Did you enjoy it that much?”
Was that supposed to be a question?
“Not more than your còck doing the job,” I said instead, becau
