Chapter 12 Clueless Princess [Kristoff]

• Twenty minutes later, as I consult my watch impatiently, wondering if I should go up and get her myself, Titania strolls down the hallway into the living room. I see she's picked out a black, thin, spaghetti-strapped dress that stops just above her knee and cool wedge slippers. Her face is dry, but her lips are shimmering with gloss, her roundish head framed by her beautiful, black hair that she's tied back into a neat bun. It gets a little hard to sit still as I want to make her turn around so bad and get a good view of her arse, which I'm damn sure is barely hidden by the tight dress that accentuate her soft curves and tits. Even without the slightest make-up, she's still fucking gorgeous. Without even trying to impress, she still has my cock in a chokehold.
• She shivers as my eyes roam down her tits to her knees, then back up to her face, a crooked smile working it's way up my face. Ally comes out from the kitchen and wordlessly takes the tray of fruits I've barely touched that sits on the side stool. When she's gone, I stand, picking up the shopping back that's fallen at my feet and taking out the lovely, pink cashmere sweater I've gotten for her.
• “I'm not cold,” she blurts out hoarsely, glaring at the sweater as though she has a personal problem with it that I don't know of. “You can have it yourself.”