Forbidden Desire (Maid for the Billionaire Prince)

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Authors: Artemis Hunt
Tags: Romance, fifty shades, Erotic Romance, Billionaire, Royalty, true love, oral sex, paparazzi, queen, Prince, maid, prejudice, hatred
prince. I never planned to be born into a poor family either. Who does?
    Although he is sleeping, his erect cock forms a tent in the sheets. He’s always hard in the morning, from my delicious past experience.
    “Hormonal overload,” he jokingly called it.
    I have an idea. It immediately puts a smile on my face.
    The morning sun is streaming through the windows, lighting up the room into a blaze of gold and brown when I dive under the white sheets. It’s not a complete blackout in there, because the sheet is thin and the sunlight filters through the threads to light the hazy environment down there into a soft golden glow. His cock is a stiff rod holding up the cloth.
    I ease my mouth down upon it. I’m determined to finish what I started in Indonesia. I suck it slowly but insistently, curling my tongue around its corona. The ridge is a curved elevation against my taste buds.
    I dip the tip of my tongue into the little hole on top of his head.
    “Mmmmmm,” he murmurs.
    Uh oh. I have woken him up.
    But that’s the ultimate idea.
    I continue to run my tongue up, down and around his head and shaft, giving him a really wet lashing. I make little fanlike movements – circles, triangles, squares, wavy lines . . . anything I can think of.
    Then I swallow his cock hole, going as deep as I can possibly take him down my throat.
    “Ohhhh,” he groans.
    I am not at the liberty to say anything in my current position.
    “Oh my God,” he says, his voice still slurred with sleep. “That feels sooo good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
    I slide my mouth up and down his cock. I’m essentially fucking him with the funnel of my mouth. I squeeze my cheek muscles against his turgid flesh to heighten the friction. His head butts against the little pendulum piece of flesh at the back of my throat. I have to try very hard not to gag.
    Daylight suddenly intrudes upon my little act of fellatio. Alex has removed the sheet from my head and his lower half, and is now enjoying the sight of me savaging his penis.
    His hands reach for and grope my hair.
    “Oh baby, you’re going to kill me,” he says softly.
    I intensify my sucking strength. I’m drawing his flesh upward and outward into the vacuum suction of my mouth. He moans and trashes his head upon the pillow, and his hands flail here, there, everywhere upon my head and shoulders.
    “I’m going to come,” he warns me.
    For answer, I bite down gently upon his cock and give him a particularly vicious tug with my teeth.
    “Ohhhh!” he cries, and his semen jettisons into my throat.
    I let the sourish nectar flow onto my tongue. I lap it up, tasting it. I have never swallowed his sperm before, and I try it now, refusing to let the precious fluid spill out of my mouth.
    “You’re going to kill me,” he repeats breathlessly. “Oh baby, baby – ”
    His sperm continues to spurt into my mouth, and I continue to swallow it with relish as it slowly ebbs its flow. I hold his cock in my mouth for a long, long time, reveling in the sticky sweetness of it. I finally remove his glistening rod. It’s gone semi-soft now, but that doesn’t stop him from getting up and flipping me suddenly onto my back.
    He straddles me. In the morning light, his hair has lighted up into a blazing golden brown, and his eyes are as green as jewels. He’s overwhelmingly, gloriously beautiful. His full luscious lips part.
    “I love you, Liz Turner,” he says.
    A sharp pain fleets through my chest. It lingers as a dull ache, and my heart begins to expand and weep with the sudden groundswell of emotion.
    Tears spring to my eyes.
    “I love you too, Alexander Vassar.”
    It’s true. I would love him even if he had been a dirt poor hustler in some seedy joint.
    He lowers his mouth to kiss me.
    There comes a sharp rap on the door.
    We both groan. Not again. The palace is unique in the sense that none of the bedrooms have phones in them.
    “Your highness?” Jasper’s measured voice filters through the door.

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