Page 78 of Shameless Royalty

I chuckle, but I don’t keep him waiting. Pulling off my shirt, I move down and lower my mouth to him, letting my tongue drag along the underside of his cock, feeling the way he twitches beneath me.

“Oh, God,” he gasps, his back arching, his hands flying to my hair, tugging hard.

I groan around him, the vibrations making him whimper, and I pull back just enough to watch him. His chest is heaving, his pupils blown wide, his lips parted and kiss-swollen.

“You’re too fucking good at that,” he pants.

I smirk, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock before focusing on his nipples again. “Just wait, baby.”

His breath stutters and he opens his mouth—probably to argue—but I shut him up with my teeth, biting just enough to make him gasp. His body trembles, and I smirk, sliding lower, kissing down the center of his chest, over his stomach, nipping at the sharp lines of his hips.

He groans, tipping his head back against the pillows, his hands fisting in the sheets. “You talk too much.”

“You love when I talk,” I murmur, dragging my lips up his thigh, sucking a mark into the soft skin. He whimpers, his hips twitching, and I grin against his leg. “So sensitive, baby. I could make you come just like this.”

“Connor,” he whines, his fingers digging into the sheets.

I press another kiss to his hip before pulling back. “Relax, Babyface. I’m gonna take care of you.”

I kiss him again, deep and slow, letting him feel every ounce of restraint I’m clinging to. My hands roam his body, gripping his waist, sliding down to cup his arse and pulling him closer.

He gasps into my mouth, his nails scraping against my shoulders, his body arching into mine like he’s already learned exactly how to drive me insane.

I sit up and remove my jeans and boxers, then I reach into my nightstand to grab the lube and a condom. When I look back at him, he’s watching me with so much trust in those blue eyes, that my heart fucking stutters.

“You sure about this?” I ask one last time as I settle in between his legs again.

“Yes,” he whispers.

I press a lingering kiss to his lips and lean back to slick up my fingers. My free hand grips his thigh as I tease the rim of his hole, making him shiver and a blush covers his cheeks.

“Breathe for me, beautiful,” I say against his lips as I press one finger inside, slow and careful.

His breath stutters, his body tensing for a second before he exhales, forcing himself to relax. “Feels… weird.”

I chuckle softly, kissing the corner of his mouth. “That’s ‘cause you’re tight, baby. I need to open you up first.”

His cheeks flush, but he nods, his thighs trembling slightly as I work him open, loving the way he’s gasping for me.

I take my time, curling my finger inside him, feeling the way his body adjusts to the stretch. His breath hitches, his fingers twisting in the sheets, but he doesn’t tell me to stop. He takes it, just like I knew he would.

“That’s it,” I murmur, pressing another kiss to his jaw. “You’re doin’ so good for me.”

His cheeks are burning now, his blue eyes hazy as they flicker up to meet mine. “Connor,” he breathes, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. “More.”

I smirk, sliding another finger in, watching his lips part around a soft gasp. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?” I tease, twisting my fingers slightly, just to hear him whimper.

He shudders beneath me, his hands reaching for my shoulders, his grip tight like he’s barely holding on. His lashes flutter, his lips parting as I push deeper, rubbing against that spot that makes him cry out.

“There it is,” I grin, scissoring him open and working him slowly, taking my time.

“F-fuck,” he gasps, his back arching and head tilting back against the pillow. “Feels—feels so good.”

I pull my fingers out, slicking up a third before pressing back in, watching as his pretty pink lips part on a sharp inhale.

By the time I brush against that perfect little spot inside him again, he’s wrecked, his chest rising and falling in sharp, quick breaths, his hands clutching at me desperately.

“Connor—”

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