Page 47 of A Royal Menace

After he pulls the garment free of my head and arms and tosses it aside, his wide eyes walk a slow trail down my body. I remain perfectly still as he takes me in, my breaths choppy and uneven as a slow smile curves his lips.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he breathes as he lifts a finger to trace the skin above the cups of my strapless bra. “Absolute perfection.”

My core throbs with the cadence of his words, and my hips buck forward involuntarily as my abdominal muscles contract. The movement shatters the stillness of the moment, and Royal blows out a harsh breath before ripping his shirt over his head. Taking on a life of their own, my hands reach for his jeans. My clumsy fingers work on the button and zipper while Royal’s hands move to my back, unhooking my bra quicker than I could’ve. It falls between us getting caught on my forearms as I finish unzipping Royal’s jeans.

Royal plucks it off and tosses it away before taking a step back, out of my reach. His eyes stay locked on mine as I stand there, bare-chested and wide-eyed, and he pushes his jeans down and steps out of them.

He doesn’t move after that, giving me yet another opportunity to turn back if I want to stop. Some small part of my brain tells me I should. That this is crazy. That Royal Manning and I have no business sleeping together. That this could end very badly for both of us.

But those thoughts are overrun by need and desire. I want him. He wants me.

That’s all that matters.

I continue to hold his gaze as I hook two fingers in the waist of my underwear and slowly push them down over my hips. Royal’s chest heaves jerkily as the scrap of lace hits the floor, then he’s on me, kissing me with wild abandon as he walks me backward toward the bed. When my thighs hit the mattress, I release my grip on his thick biceps so I can climb on and scoot myself backward.

But Royal doesn’t follow. He watches me with hooded eyes before gripping my ankles. I yelp as he jerks me back toward him, bringing my ass to the edge of the mattress. His palms glide up my calves to my knees, then he pushes them apart and stares down at my center while his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“Even prettier than I imagined,” he murmurs, and I can only analyze the fact that he’s imagined me like this for a moment before his head dips and his tongue licks along my slit.

My thoughts scatter, and my shoulders fly off the mattress as a shout bursts out of me. Royal’s moan vibrates against my sensitive flesh, and I fall backward. His tongue finds my clit with ease, and my shoulders dig into the mattress as my spine bows upward. My arms stretch over my head, my fingers curling into fists like some invisible force is coercing them into the position.

“Royal,” I gasp when he sucks the sensitive nub lightly.

He moans again at the sound of his name on my lips, then slowly pushes a finger inside me. My body tenses at the intrusion, and he stops, lifting his head to meet my eyes. Checking on me. Making sure I’m comfortable with what he’s doing.

I nod jerkily, saying, “Just been a while. Keep going.”

He gives me a short nod, then watches my face as he pumps his finger gently, pushing a centimeter or two deeper with eachthrust. My inner muscles loosen with his careful movements, and my head falls back to the mattress as a long moan tumbles out of me. My eyes close, and my hips pump in time with the motion of his finger.

A second or two later, his tongue is lashing at my clit again, and I feel the muscles in my legs tense. Royal’s finger pulls free, but before I can complain, he’s pushing it back in with a second finger, stretching me in the most delicious of ways.

I’m moaning on every exhale as he works me over, driving his fingers faster and deeper as his lips and tongue work me into a frenzy. When I’m balanced on a razor-thin edge, Royal pushes his fingers deep and curls the tips upward, dragging them along the inner wall until he hits a spot that makes me scream and fall over that edge into the abyss of ecstasy.

My body convulses like someone zapped me with a defibrillator. Pleasure rolls through me as Royal pumps his fingers gently, his tongue circling my clit to draw out my release. Finally, my spine straightens out, and my body slumps back to the mattress in a lifeless heap.

Holy shit.It’s been a while since I was with a man, but not so long that I can’t remember the orgasms. And I can say without a shadow of a doubt, that is the hardest I’ve ever come without the aid of a vibrator. Maybe evenwithit.

“God,” I breathe, and Royal pulls his fingers free before turning his head to kiss my inner thigh.

Then he crawls over me, settling his hips between my thighs. Placing his hands on either side of my head, he pushes up onto straight arms to stare down at me. His lips curl up at the corners as he rolls his hips. His hard erection rubs against my slick, sensitive flesh, and I realize he took his underwear off at some point.

“Fuck,” he grunts as my hips lift to increase the pressure.

Fresh desire rolls through me despite being fully sated. Seeing the need etched across his features and knowing it’s all for me…it fills me with a feeling of power I’ve never experienced. And I want more. I need it.

I need him inside me.

Now.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Royal

“Condom.Now. Top drawer of the nightstand.”

My eyes and nostrils flare at Callie’s command. Not just at the words, themselves, but at the forcefulness of her tone. Like she might lose it completely if I don’t put my dick in her right this second.

My cock swells as she wiggles beneath me, trying to reach the nightstand when I don’t move fast enough. Grabbing her hand, I pull it up over her head and pin it to the mattress. I roll my hips again, driving that starving beast through her hot, slick flesh until the tip nudges against her clit. Her eyes roll back as she groans and grinds against it.

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