Page 38 of Royally Arranged

“Sorry,” I repeated, hot with shame.

Watching me for a few heartbeats, Nova finally closed the distance between us. There was no fear in her face, just innocent curiosity. “You’re fast.”

“I really didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“You didn’t.” She lowered her eyelashes, her smile soft ... tempting. “I liked it.”

What I’d thought was fear morphed into high heat. Her chest rose up and down, tits pushing on the fabric, her nipples hard buds testing the strength of her bra padding.

A throaty groan escaped my clenched molars. “Fuck. Come with me.” Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her toward the restrooms I’d seen while I was exploring earlier. Nova had to take two steps for each of mine.

Not bothering to look around for anyone watching, I opened a door, yanked her in, then locked it behind us. I spun to face her in that tiny closet of a room. She was rose-colored everywhere I could see.

“Suck me off,” I growled, moving to stand in front of the white sink. “You’ve got my cock too hard to function until this is taken care of.”

Nova crumbled to her knees. Her fingers worked at my belt, removing it eagerly. Her fingers skirted across the button of my pants, slipping it through the hole with an audible pop. She gripped the top of my zipper, inching it down; every time it got lower, the bulge of my erection shoved through the opening until it was pressing the black fabric of my boxers desperately toward her face.

My cock sensed that she was there. When she inhaled at the sight of me, before I was even naked, it sent another pulse of excitement through my shaft. Nova lifted her hands toward the elastic band of my underwear. She moved very slowly, and it struck me as being from anxiousness. But that didn’t make sense. There was too much anticipation glowing in her eyes.Probably has to do with the fact that we’re hiding in a public bathroom.

Her fingers pushed between the fabric of my underwear and the hot skin of my stomach. I watched her lips part as she gasped; she’d made contact with me. Her reaction enhanced my reaction. I had to grab the sink behind me to keep myself from yanking my cock into the open and shoving it into her mouth.

She peeled my underwear down my slim hips. The tip of my prick revealed itself where it lay heavily against my belly. Without my underwear holding it in place it fell forward, arching toward the ceiling in a thick, veined crescent. She licked her lips and I groaned.

My pants came down just enough that she could reveal my balls. On her knees, Nova scooted closer, her mouth hovering next to my swollen, glistening head.

Her right hand circled me, unable to fully close. God, I loved how huge I looked in her grip. “Is this okay?” she asked in a whisper, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

“Sweetheart, it’s more than okay. I’m ready to fucking tap dance. I can’t handle how sexy you look with my dick in your hand.”

She took a shuddering breath. With her other palm resting on my hip, Nova rubbed her cheek along my shaft from base to tip. I left a wet streak on her cheek from my precome. “Fucking Christ,” I growled.

Her chest flared, her lungs filling with my male scent. The edge of Nova’s tongue slid across the underside of my dick. When it reached the crown of my cock head and she tasted the sticky juices, she groaned louder than I had. She leaned back slightly; I watched my precome connect between us in the air, a thin, silky filament. Before it broke, she dove forward, circling me with her mouth and taking me in halfway.

Nova squeezed me at the root while sucking me off in increasingly excited strokes. She worked me with gusto, as if my dick was covered in sugar, or cocaine, or something that could make her addicted to my taste.

Hot tingles moved in my cells, expanding out and then down, until my balls were drawing up, readying to explode. I put my hands in her scalp, unable to resist touching her any longer. Her hair was so soft, easy to wrap around my fingers. I thought of myself as a patient man, but I couldn’t keep myself from thrusting her head down on me, trying to fit all of my length into her throat. She coughed, but she kept working to get the last inches of me past her gag reflex.

“Good fucking girl,” I whispered hoarsely. “That’s so damn fucking good. Take me, suck me off all the way. I want to feel my come shooting right into your belly. Can you feel me twitching? So damn close, I’m going to come any second.”

She whimpered around my cock, her tongue grinding on the sensitive cleft under my cock’s head. Then her hands came down, cupping and fondling my balls. I couldn’t take it; her touch was magic.

Hunching forward, I broke past her gag reflex and heard her wet, muffled gag. I went blind with pleasure, smelling her hair and feeling the impossible suction of her hot mouth as my cock swelled bigger than ever. My climax obliterated my senses. Come shot fast and hard into her throat.

Nova pulled away at the last second, before I was finished emptying my load. The final spurt spread on her lips, sliding down her chin. She gasped for air and so did I. I held the sink behind me, worried I’d crack the porcelain in my overwhelmed state.

“That was really, really good,” I said. “Really,” I added, as if it wasn’t enough emphasis.

Looking at me with a sly smile, she wiped the last of my seed off her mouth with her finger, then sucked it like it was a lollipop. The vision of that made my cock twitch. I thought that with a few more minutes of watching her do that, I could’ve gone for another round.

Nova was better than any aphrodisiac.

“Have you really been crushing on me for six months?” I asked, impossibly curious about what I’d done to gain her attention at our original meeting on my estate.

She placed her fingertips to her upper lip, drumming. “That’s not the right way to put it. When I met you in person, you left an impression on me. I felt ...” Her arm dropped down, her eyes went with it. “I felt like I wanted tobe you.”

That was a first. “Why would anyone ever want that?”

I meant to make her smile, but Nova didn’t crack. She simply folded her arms to hug herself. Under the halogen lights, her normally vibrant skin looked sickly. “Because you’re not afraid. Because you’re this bold, funny, amazing person who’s more comfortable in being themselves than anyone I’ve ever met.”

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