Page 41 of The Royal Curse

And then something—snapped, and there was skin against skin at last, finally, Andreas’s bare cock nudging behind my balls. I rose up, writhing against him, until the head of his cock pushed between my cheeks and against my slick, needy hole.

Slick? How was I…?

But Andreas was kissing me, biting at my swollen lips and fucking my mouth with his agile tongue, and his impossibly thick cockhead wedged its way inside me, a sudden and startling stretch.

“Fuck, how are you wet?” Andreas gasped into my mouth. “How are you—hang on, where did your pants—or wait, my pants—”

Good questions, but I almost had him, I almost had him—I dug my fingers into his shoulders and forced myself down onto his cock, corkscrewing my hips and taking every massive inch of him. I didn’t stop until I was sitting on Andreas’s thighs with my balls nestled against his abdomen. Our eyes met and held, both of us caught in the same breathless moment of stillness. A crimson flush painted Andreas’s cheekbones. Within me, his cock seemed to swell, filling me until I didn’t have room for breath.

I had no idea what to do next.

Andreas stroked my waist with his thumbs, circling them into the little hollows in front of my hips. A smile quirked one corner of his mouth.

He thrust up, the smallest possible movement that still jostled everything inside me, and I gasped, my eyes widening.

His smile bloomed into a grin, his eyes glittering.

Fucking smug bastard. I’d show him that two could play at that game.

I tensed my thighs and shoved up onto my knees, feeling every inch of his cock as it slowly withdrew until only the head stayed in me.

And then I leaned in close and slammed myself down.

Sensation exploded inside me, the angle of my body pressing his cock against every perfect spot, heat shooting along all my limbs and prickles of sweat breaking out all over my skin.

I went still, panting and shuddering, my body clenching and releasing around his cock. Gods, I couldn’t do that again, not even to prove a point. I’d pass out and die.

“Do that again,” Andreas growled, a little breathless but still completely in control, damn him. “Come on, Your Highness. Fuck yourself on me. It was your idea.”

My head snapped up and my mouth dropped open in indignation. My idea?My idea?He hadn’t exactly been arguing with me!

Wait, I’d meant to show him, hadn’t I? Which meant…fucking myself on him was my idea after all.

Fucking myself. On him. I was on him, sitting in his lap, impaled.

My cock stiffened a tiny bit more. Apparently it liked the idea as much as I did, and I shivered.

And then I squirmed, squeezing around Andreas’s cock, and that wiped the smile off his face. His lashes fluttered and his hands convulsed around my waist. When he bit his lower lip and gazed at me out of half-lidded, burning dark eyes, it no longer mattered whose idea it had been.

Only Andreas mattered. The way he filled me, the way he completed me. Took away that empty loneliness that I’d lived with all my adult life.

I pushed up and forced myself down again, in and out, up and down, stuffed to bursting and then painfully hollow, helpless little punched-out moans escaping me every time my hips hit his legs.

Andreas watched me silently, his body tense under me and his grip on me getting harder and tighter. His heartbeat vibrated through his fingers and thundered under my hands where I had them pressed against his chest. Every slap of my thighs on his, every slick slide of his cock in me, echoed in the quiet room. I couldn’t tear my eyes from his. The pressure inside me built and built, familiar enough now that I knew I wouldn’t last long…if I could come at all with my cock not fully hard, and gods, I needed to, I couldn’t take it, and I slammed myself down again and again…

Ecstasy sparked and flared deep inside where his cock filled me so perfectly, as sudden as a thunderbolt. I screamed, my back bowing and my own cock twitching. I clutched at his shoulders, but my hands had gone weak along with the rest of me.

Only Andreas’s grip kept me from flying off into the ether. I collapsed against his chest, eyes sliding shut, my whole body vibrating with the force of my galloping heart. Wetness spread between my limp cock and his abdomen.

Andreas let go of my hips at last, wrapping an arm around my waist and the other across my back, pressing me to him by the nape of my neck with his long fingers wrapped around the side of my throat.

The force of his thrusts up into me shook my whole body, but he had me pinned and helpless. I clung to him and let him use me, wet and tight and at his mercy.

With a low, shuddering groan, Andreas crushed me to his chest and filled me, hot and deep. I quivered around him and buried my face in his neck, breathing him in, reveling in the sensation of being bathed in him. My relief and joy had nothing to do with suppressing the effects of my cursed magic. I simply craved his come in me, marking me as his lover. How often would he need to fuck me to keep me wet inside all day and night? Every morning and evening at the very least. Perhaps once in the middle of the day.

I drifted in that hazy, beautiful fantasy as my breathing slowed and the sweat cooled on my skin, as Andreas’s arms relaxed around me, cradling me rather than clutching me so tightly my ribs ached. He stroked the side of my neck with his fingertips and nuzzled into my hair. Inside me, his cock started to soften, beginning to slip out, his spend coating my thighs.

Mmm. I liked it more on the inside, honestly. But if I didn’t feel like getting off his lap and washing right away, I could always just use magic to clean myself up the way I had the other night.

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