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“Am I doing all this teaching for me or for your future lovers?” he questions playfully, but there’s something else behind it. Something that lingers in his eyes.

“For you. And for me. In the books I read, it was as if the virgin magically knew everything and exactly how to please the guy. I don’t. I know I don’t. But I’m curious and excited by this, and I want to be good for you.”

He tilts his head and a crooked smirk takes over his face. “You have no clue how perfect you already are to me, do you? You could literally do nothing, lie there like a fish, and I’d still think you were the most incredible thing on the planet.”

A blush takes over, but I persist. “I want to know what it feels like to have you in my mouth.”

“What if I want to be inside of you?”

“What if I want to suck your cock first?”

He groans, his head falling back, and he curses again in a language I can’t understand. “Princess, you’re killing me.”

“Not yet. Speaking of, I want you to teach me how to shoot.” I tilt my head. “After you teach me how to suck your cock.”

“You’re a dream. You know that, don’t you? This may be yours, but I’m starting to think you’re mine.”

I shake my head. “Don’t say that to me.”

He smiles deviously. “Why not? How many thieves get to fuck a princess’s mouth?”

With that, he walks deliberately over to me, kicking sprays of water all over the place as it hits his feet and legs. In a flash, he winds my braid around his fist until he has me in a lock by the back of my hair.

“Open for me.”

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Ilick my lips and open my mouth. He smacks my lips with his cock before he shoves it straight past my teeth and down my throat. I gag and jar back, but his grip in my hair doesn’t allow me to go far.

“Still want this?”

I bite down ever so slightly, making him hiss and pull out.

“Don’t fuck my face like an asshole just to prove a point.”

He dips and kisses me. “I’m no prince.”

He pushes back into my mouth but goes slower this time as he drags his cock through my mouth and down the flat of my tongue. His head flies back, and he hisses out a wounded breath. I grab him with my fist and bob my head on him, playing with him, figuring out what makes him moan and groan and move his hips faster.

He’s so big, and it’s nearly impossible for me to fully accommodate him. His hand in my hair guides me along, and he encourages me, telling me what to do and how perfect I am when I do it.

“God, that’s good. It’s never been this good before.” I smack his thigh, and his head drops in confusion, only for a soft smile to touch his lips. He cups my jaw. “Aw, darlin’, I’m sorry. That’s not how I meant it. Everything with you is new and better than anything else could ever be. That’s all I was trying to say.”

I pull his cock from my mouth but continue to play with it in my hand. “If you’re nice to me, I won’t make your cock bleed the way you made my pussy bleed.”

He bends and sucks my lip between his teeth, only to release it slowly. “Do you know that I would do anything to be able to taste your virgin blood again?”

“Get your knife.”

His eyes widen before they turn challenging. “Say that again?”

I stand. “You cut me, and I’ll cut you.”

“Where? Because you’re not cutting my dick.”

“Anywhere you want.”