Trapped

Trapped Part 42

Warning: Explicit Content.

Thursday, November 19, 2015
11:46 am

I sprung up, telling Prince to wake up after doing my morning routine.

"Babe! Wake up!" I cheered, shaking him.

"Mmmph." He groaned, turning over.

"Okay then." I nodded, placing my feet on the mattress. I began bouncing.

"WAKE YO ASS UP! WAKE YOSELF, FOOL!" I yelled, bouncing around him. I pulled the covers off of him. He turned over, sweeping me off my feet, and I fell on his hip.

I rolled back and forth across him until he finally caught me and kissed me. I felt him smile through the kiss, causing me to smile back.

"Let me get up." He grunted as I kissed his neck.

I sucked on his neck once more, trying to reach my goal of giving him a love bite before getting off of him.

"There will be plenty of time for that tonight." He whispered into my ear before getting up, heading towards the restroom.

7:16 pm

Prince made me watchin movies all day to keep my mind off of the sex, but I couldn't. I needed it now, more than ever.

"Babe. 7:16." I said.

"Its not 8." He shook his head.

"But its dark outside." I whined.

"You really want it?" He asked, looking at me, smirking.

"Yes. No teasing, no playing around, I want it." I straddled him.

"Babygirl, I don't think you ready." He licked his bottom lip.

"I am." I slowly began to grind on him.

He lied me down. "You do realize we're gonna work on that arch..." He whispered, trailing kisses to my breasts. "That squirt..." He trailed more kisses to my belly button. "And that moan." He slowly tugged my panties off, kissing and licking my inner thighs.

"Baby, no teasing." I breathed, feeling butterflies form in my stomach.

"Shh." He shushed me, blowing on my pink pearl. I instantly began throbbing, craving the need of his touch.

He hasn't even touched me yet, and I'm creaming.

"Princeee." I whined, grabbing his hair. He took my hands and pinned them above my head.

"Daddy's gonna take care of you." He whispered into my ear before lifting me off of the couch. He put me against a wall.

But this time, he raised me up to where my legs could wrap around his neck. "Whoever cums most loses." He smirked.

I raised an eyebrow before he began attacking me, dragging his moist tongue across me hundreds of times. He used his free hand to insert his middle finger inside of me, moving it around inside me as he rapidly flicked his tongue on my sensitive jewel.