Page 79 of Shameless Royalty

“You’re takin’ me so well, baby,” I groan, watching the way his thighs tremble and his cock twitches against his stomach. “This pretty little hole is gonna squeeze me so good.”

His nails dig into my skin, his breath coming in desperate little pants as I stretch him open, preparing him for me. “Connor, please,” he gasps, his voice raw. “I—I need you.”

I lean down, licking a hot stripe up the column of his throat before sucking a mark into the soft skin beneath his jaw. “You ready for me?” I rasp, my fingers fucking into him slow and deep.

“Yes,” he whimpers, rocking his hips against my hand. “I want to feel you.”

Fuck, I nearly come apart right there.

I tear open the condom, rolling it on quickly before slicking myself up, and when I look down at him, he’s watching me with so much trust it nearly knocks the air from my lungs.

“Breathe for me,” I whisper, pressing the head of my cock against his hole, my hand stroking up his thigh as I start to push in.

His breath stutters, his nails biting into my shoulders, and I force myself to go slow, to let him feel every inch. His body tightens around me, hot and perfect, and I groan, my forehead dropping to his.

He gasps, his legs tightening around me, his fingers shaking as they slide into my hair. “I’ve got you,” I say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as I push in deeper, stretching him open, making sure he feels every fucking inch.

His whole body shudders beneath me, his nails scraping down my back, and when I bottom out, I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it right then and there.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” I groan, dragging my lips down his neck. “Takin’ me so good, baby. Look at you—already clenching around me like you need me.”

“Idoneed you,” he pants, his lashes fluttering as he blinks up at me, his lips swollen and wet. “Move, please.”

I pull back slowly before snapping my hips forward, dragging a choked moan from his throat. “Yeah?” I mutter, thrusting again. “That what you needed, baby?”

“Y-yes,” he gasps, his head tilting back as he rocks his hips against mine. “Please, more!”

“Fuck,” I groan as I start to move, slow, deep thrusts that have him gasping. I pick up the pace, my grip on his hips tightening as I fuck into him, watching as he comes undone beneath me.

I angle my hips to hit that spot again, and he cries out, his head tipping back. His nails dig into my back, his moans getting louder, needier. “God, you feel—fuckin’ amazing,” I say as my lips trace the curve of his jaw. “Fallin’ apart for me. Lettin’ me have you.”

His breath catches, his fingers digging into my back as he clings to me, and his moans turning desperate. “Connor, I’m—”

His words cut off in a strangled moan as I wrap a hand around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. “I know,” I say, my thrusts quickening as I feel him clench around me. “Let me feel you, beautiful. Come for me.”

He gasps, his back arching and his whole body going tight before his release spills between us. The sight of him—completely fucking wrecked, completely mine—pushes me over the edge.

“Malachi,” I moan his name when my own release hits me hard; my hips stutter as I bury myself deep, groaning into his neck as I fall apart.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing, our bodies still tangled together. I press soft kisses to his jaw, his temple, his lips, my hand cupping his cheek.

“You okay?” I murmur, brushing his hair back.

He nods, his blue eyes hazy and satisfied. “Yeah,” he whispers. “More than okay.”

I chuckle and slowly pull out of him, my heart squeezing when I see the way he winces. Then I get to my feet and walk to my bathroom where I get rid of the condom and warm two washcloths; one to clean myself and one for Malachi.

After cleaning up, I head out and do the same to him, loving the blissed-out look on his face. Then I discard the cloths in the hamper and join him on the bed, pulling him against me, my arms wrapping around him.

“You did so well,” I murmur, kissing his forehead. “You know this means you’re mine now, Babyface.”

His fingers curl against my chest, his lips twitching. “I already was.”

And fuck, I know I’m completely ruined for him.

Chapter 35

Malachi

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