My Destiny

~ II ~

I never expected to get my body praised like this. The way Prince is taking his time to kiss and get to know every inch of my body as his dark eyes stay locked on mine. Panting and sweating, I couldn't look away. His eyes drew me in and made me weak to my knees.

I hated that about him.

How easily he's able to open me up and how looking in his eyes make my heart race just a tad bit faster than normal. Six foot four, scrawny, with lips a little tiner than I like, but he's the finest man I've ever laid eyes on. The only guy I've been with that looks like he's walked out of a modeling agency.

"Fuck," I bite my lip as I watch Prince getting closer to my clit.

I'm bigger than most girls in our town but I wouldn't say I'm overweight, I'm barely at two twenty. Just a few jellyrolls when I sit and my thighs touch. Stretch marks cover my hips and thighs. I tried the whole weight loss attempt but I feel so comfortable in my body right now. Especially with the glow in Prince's eyes as bites his lips in hungry as he looks down at my body.

He's telling me a hundred things with his eyes making me feel so beautiful without saying anything. I feel like that why I feel so connected to him. I can sense what he's feeling by the emotions in his eyes. I watch him to much and watching people usually tells you more about a person then actually words. Prince's eyes tell the truth even if it's painful.

Prince's teeth dig into my skin just enough to make my core clinch before he sucks on my delicate clit. Each suck making my body feels like fireworks on the fourth of July each time his lips touch a part of my body.

This is dangerous. Even more dangerous than I imagined.

"Fuck" I moan as my hands tug at his hair. So this is how it feels to truly moan. Not forced or to get a reaction; a true, genuine moan.

It feels fucking superior..

Prince runs his hand up my thigh, squeezing it as he presses his tongue harder against me making my hips buck up. Prince holds me down with his hand, as my legs start shaking. Prince eyes lock with mine, leaving me gasping for air from his intensive look. My heart stops completely as my breath gets caught in my throat. I cream all over Prince's tongue.

"Holy shit," I whisper as my eyes close shut from the intensity of my first real orgasm from someone other than my vibrator. In half the time too.

"Was my touch all that you've imagined?" Prince hums kissing up my stomach to my neck.

Was his touch all I'd imagined?

No, no it's not.

It's warmer.

It's sweeter.

And God damn, it's so fucking extramundane.

"We should stop," I whisper, hating each word I said. "I should..we should go."

"Go where, Layla? Here?" He asks placing a solid kiss on my hip. "Or here?" He hums licking across my collarbone. "Or here?" Prince sucks on the sensation spot on my neck.

"I like there." I admit, as I wrap my arms around his before I trail my nails down his back. Prince smiles against my neck, as he continues placing kisses up my neck as he positions himself in front of me.

"Do you still want me to make you feel good?" Prince hums as he captures my chin in his hand, making me look at him.

"Yes," I bite my lip as I pull down his boxers as far as I could reach before he sits up and pulls them all the way down allowing me to admire his toned, sculpted body. His muscles contract every time he moves. His few tattoos highlight his skin, but so do his wounds. Seven gunshot wounds to the back and a few stab wounds on his hip and ribs. His scars are deep, red and tells a story that I didn't have to ask to know.

Prince is a survivor.

I wanted to please him as much, if not more, than he pleased me. "I want to make you feel good." I say trying to sit up, but Prince's wraps his hand around my throat, slamming me down as his thumb presses slightly down, making me gasp for air. 

"Tonight is all about you." Prince licks his lips. "You don't know how long I've waited for this."

Waited for this? Prince fantasized about me? I'd call his bluff if it wasn't for the spark in his eyes letting me know that he's telling the truth. I hated that too.

I watch as he slides a condom on, positioning himself between my legs. I bite the inside of my cheek when he sticks the tip of him near my entrance. "Fuck," Prince whispers through gritted teeth as he barely manages to slide his tip inside of me. I can't deny that it hurts, he's bigger than I've ever had. "You're so goddam tight, Layla. So fucking wet." Prince growls as he pushes himself deeper inside of me inch by inch, squeezing my neck harder. I dig my nails into his shoulders, as my eyes roll back from the warm fuzzy feeling already growing. Prince digs his thumb deeper in my throat as he leans down, sucking on my sensitive spot on my neck,

"Shit," I barely get out. My throat hoarse.

Prince chuckles against my neck. "I'm not all the way in, sweetheart. I'm afraid I'll rip you if I go any deeper."

I grab Prince's hand moving it and he lets go of my throat, "Rip me," I whisper and Prince stops moving as he hands his head down, looking at my body.

"Rip you?"

"Rip me open. I want it all." I tell him looking down at his lips. Prince kisses my forehead as he grabs my legs, opening them wider as he slams himself inside of me.

I scream out in pain, hissing as he fills me completely. The pain became numb when Prince moans loudly. His voice honeyed gruff, a melody to my ears. "Fu—ck,"

My eyes open and I stare into Prince's lustful, hooded eyes "Go faster" I whisper as I look down at his lips, wanting a kiss more than ever, but instead, I kiss up his neck, sucking until I find his sweet spot under his ear. Prince picked up speed, hiting the same sweet spot over and over as my nails dig in his back and I mark his neck. The pressure builds fast in my stomach, making my moans get louder and louder.

"Cum," Prince demands and my body obeys by tightening around his dick and I cream all over. My eyes seal shut as my orgasm goes on for minutes. Prince continues his fast strokes four more times before he falls on me, spilling into the condom.

"That was.." I trail off, smiling as Prince starts sucking my nipples.

"Euphoric," Prince smiles against me before he flips me over and smacks my ass, slamming his giant dick inside my dripping pussy. He grabs my neck making me stand up straight on my knees. I press my back against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Again." He demands in my ear.

"Hmm," was all I could get out as I focus on not coming again; I'm already so close.

"I've never came so fast before, Layla. You're pussy is gold. My gold." He grunts as he smacks the inside of my thigh.

I hiss out in pain, sexual rising pain, as I dig my nails into his neck. Prince tights his hand around my throat, digging his fingers in my skin. "God damn," Prince moans out as I come again. My body falls limp in his arms and he grabs me, holding me against him as he fucks me faster and harder than I've ever been fucked before. "I love the way your pussy grips me, sweetheart. Suffocating me with your wet, tight, warm walls."

I bite my lip as I moan in pleasure, the stomach butterflies growing again from his words. "Stop," I whisper. I didn't want him to stop, but I can't stop coming from his seductive touch and honest thoughts.

"You take my dick so well. You're so sexy grinding against my dick." Prince flips us over so I'm straddling him. I place my hands on his chest as I start to grind up and down over his long shaft. "Your titties are so perfect." Prince bites his lips as he leans up, cupping them in his hands as his mouth starts to suck on my right nipple.

"Mh, Prince," I moan out, my eyes rolling back. I tilt my head back, slowing down my movements.

Prince grabs my throat again as he rising his hips to meet mine as I continue my slow grinds. "I want you thinking about this all week. While you're with your friends, when your grocery shopping..hell, even in traffic, and I want you to get so wet, you can't resist playing with your pretty pink pussy thinking about the way I claimed you."