2017 Purple Eggplant Winner: BEST PRINCHAEL//2016 NPG AWARD WINNER : BEST DRAMA
"A tale of a pretty girl who gets what she wants, including two of the 80's most prominent figures."
Throughout music history, there's been speculation of rivalry bet...
With my ass, Prince's belt buckle continued to clang against the front door of my house.
This is what happens when two sex-craved lovers are dreading departure.
This was separation anxiety at its finest. Because we were in and out fucking all night and morning.
It was the day he had to go back to Minneapolis. I figured our escapade in the shower would be the last but a hot goodbye kiss by the front door became heavy and Prince was compelled to give it to me one more time.
So he pulled down his pants, just enough to pull out his stiff rod and stick it to me.
My legs were held up by his hands under my thighs. But then he began pushing my legs back and my ankles uncrossed behind him.
I put my right hand on his shoulder and my left on the door knob. I leaned back heavily and Prince yanked down my strapless top with his teeth.
Now with my blouse sitting around my waist, my bare back rubbed brutally up and down the door as he pounded me deep and hard.
One second it was the burning on my back overpowering his pleasure. The next, it was the other way around.
I wanted to push my weight off the door but he had too much control. So, I took the pain like I had been for the past twelve hours.
This and the way he dug his incisors in my ass earlier was all payback from the night before. Maybe it was because I went nine whole months without it but as of lately, whenever Prince and I engaged in any sexual act, it was extremely wild, always leaving us with painful marks stamped on our skin. And last night, when he was down in between my legs, pounding me harder than ever before, Nikki lost control and scratched the hell out of his back.
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But it was all worth it. Even the nasty burn I could feel forming on my back. It went well with the numerous hickeys all over my body and the sangria bruises.
After our final screw was complete, we refrained from letting our lips touch again.
Instead, he looked at me and kissed the air. "I love you."
I almost said it back. But then my mouth twisted and I could feel a heaviness reaching my eyes.
"Don't do that," he said sucking his teeth.
I couldn't help it. I didn't want him to go.
He laughed and pulled me in his arms. "It won't be long. Just finish this project with Michael and come back home."
