Page 24 of Royal Rebel

Amelia adjusts herself against the pillow, burrowing deeper into the covers we’ve spread out.

My fingers slide to the button of her jeans, slipping the metal through, and pulling them down her thighs. Her panties come along with the denim. Carefully I move down to position myself between her thighs. I hook my arms under her thighs.

“Don’t forget, Lia. Tell me about the movie.”

Her eyes are dark as they look down at me. I take one last look at her before I lean in, my mouth covering her core. The fingers of her hand dig into my scalp, grabbing hold of my hair.

A noise escapes her throat causing me to lift up. “Keep those noises to yourself, babe. Don’t forget to tell me what’s happening in the movie.”

“They’re at the Race Wars,” she pants as I lick her clit.

“Tell me about them.”

“Uhh.” She pushes against me. “Jesse, he,” she inhales deeply. “He bets his pink slip against someone with a faster.” She stops for a moment, seeming to collect herself. “Oh my god, with a faster car.”

Bringing my hand up to her core, I tuck my pinkie and ring finger into my palm, using my middle and pointer finger to slide deeply inside her body.

“Feels so good.” She tugs on my hair.

“How long does the race last?” I whisper.

“At the Race Wars?” She pushes up against my lips.

“Yeah.”

“Like thirty seconds.” She digs her heels into the sand.

“Bet I can make you come by the end of this scene.”

She gives me a saucy smile. “You’re welcome to try.”

Challenge. Fucking. Accepted.

With a determination I haven’t had in a long time, I go after her hard. Sucking, licking, sliding my fingers inside her warmth, I flick my tongue against her hard bud. She’s wet, so fucking wet, so close.

Lifting my head up. “Have they started racing yet?”

“They’re at the starting line,” she whines, pressing further up into me.

“Are you close?” I ask her.

“So close,” she pants, wriggling against me.

It takes all my strength to reach up, placing a palm on her belly, holding her down. My other hand abandons sliding in and out of her. It moves to the top of her pussy, pulling her lips apart, letting me get even closer to her clit.

“He’s about to go across the finish line, Tris. You better hurry.”

Closing my mouth around her, I flick my tongue like my life depends on it, and in some ways it does. Her thighs tighten around my head, and I can hear the pleasure about to erupt from her throat.

Hoping to keep her from blowing our cover, I press the fingers I had inside her core into her mouth. She surprises me by sucking strongly against them, running her tongue around the digits.

That is the one thing that gets me.

As she’s coming down, I rise up on my knees, push my jeans down my thighs and take my cock into my hand. My eyes are closed, so I’m surprised to feel warmth around my cock. Prying them open, I see her kneeling in front of me, her mouth around my length.

“Lia, if you don’t want this, you gotta let me go.” Mygroan is guttural, and it takes all of three strokes for me to shoot down her throat.

As I try to get my breath back, the two of us look at one another.

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