Page 28 of Royal

He rests his forehead on mine. “You were mine the second our eyes connected. I knew in my soul that you were meant to be my ole lady.”

“You just wrecked me.”

He chuckles, kissing me again softly. He bends over, laying me down on top of the bed, leaving him standing above me, between my legs.

“Can I take this off you?” he asks me, pulling at the hem of my shirt.

I don’t want him to see all my stretch marks, but they’re a part of me.

“Okay,” I say breathlessly, a slight tremor in my voice. He watches me for a moment until he is sure that is what I want.

Royal lifts my shirt, pulling it over my head, and I almost regret not putting a bra on. Then I lift my hips, letting him take off my shorts and underwear in one fell swoop.

Holy shit, I’m naked.

He steps back, his fist coming up to his mouth. “Fuck, you’re the most perfect thing I have ever seen.”

“I’m not,” I say, feeling a little vulnerable, lifting my hands to cover myself. He pulls my hands away and shakes his head, lifting them above my head.

“You are,” he says fiercely. “I can’t think of one thing that I don’t think is perfect about you.”

I touch my stomach pouch and the stretch marks. He shakes his head like he is in disbelief.

“Those show how you carried that precious son of yours, angel. They are beautiful—you are beautiful.”

My nose burns as I try not to cry from how sweet what he just said was. All my self-consciousness slips away. You can tell from how he looks at me that he genuinely believes what he says.

He sees me and pulls my hands away to stop me from hiding myself from him. “I could fucking eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

I squeeze my legs together, the ache growing. I crave to feel his weight above me, holding me down onto the bed, watching his face as he falls apart because of me.

Royal climbs onto the bed next to me while I’m lost in my thoughts. I hadn’t even noticed that he had taken off his clothes, leaving him completely naked.

My eyes widen at the sight of his hard dick standing to attention. He has a vein running down his dick that I want to run my tongue alongside before sucking the tip deep into my mouth.

He tips my head back. “I like that look on your face.”

His fingers slowly glide down the sides of my neck, goosebumps trailing in their wake, and I bite my lip.

The tip of his finger circles my breast, and my breath is coming out in short pants. He sucks his bottom lip before ducking his head, his eyes on mine, and his mouth closes around my nipple.

My hand runs down the back of his head as he nibbles and sucks, pulling me deep in his mouth.

I can feel the tremor through my legs, already shaking. I lick my lips, looking down and seeing him move to my other breast. I have stretch marks along the sides of them from my boobs growing so much from when I breastfed.

“I just know you are soaked for me,” he growls, slightly biting the peak. He studies my face, his hand sliding down my body, stopping at my inner thighs.

I fight the urge to lift my hands and move his hand to where I need him to be. Royal is watching me closely and wants to ensure I’m okay with him touching me.

I’m practically ready to beg.

“Please,” I say breathlessly, my nails digging into his forearms.

He growls, running his nose along my neck. “Fuck yes, I love to hear that word coming out of your mouth.”

I shiver at his tone, my hands shaking, waiting for him to touch me entirely, and then he does.

His thumb runs along my lips without pressure before he slides in, barely grazing my clit.

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