Page 29 of Royal

I jump hard.

“So sensitive.” He adds pressure this time, circling.

“Oh God.”

Someone touching you is so much more intense than doing it yourself, and he has barely touched me.

“Lay down, baby, hold on.”

I do as he asks, lying back on the bed, and he scoots to the end of the bed on his knees.

His large, rough, tattooed hands curl around my calves, dragging me down the mattress. I scream slightly, cracking up at how he just manhandled me.

He opens his mouth and sucks the thumb that was rubbing across my clit clean.

Holy shit, did he just do that?

Now, I’m nervous.

“This is new to me.” My mouth is trembling with nerves and intensity from being so turned on.

His head shoots up like he is shocked. “What?” he asks, his hands tightening on my calves, spreading my legs, looking at me. His eyes are dilated.

My face burns. “I’ve never… you know,” I stutter nervously.

He shakes his head, ducking down and spreading my lips, sucking my clit in his mouth. The pleasure almost blinds me. “Oh God!” My hands are twisted in the blanket on his bed.

Royal doesn’t stop.

He licks, sucks, nips, eating me like he is starved. He is driving me wild, my legs are practically strangling him, he has had to hold them down with his forearms, and I’m at his mercy.

He presses his arm across my legs and uses his free hand to slip a finger inside of me, curling it, and I grip a pillow to scream into. My body stiffens, my back arches. It’s like I have no control over my own body.

He doesn’t stop, holding me down on the bed, chasing my release and not relenting. His tongue moves more rapidly. Another finger is added, curling like the first one. His fingers move more quickly, and this time, it comes unexpectedly. This time, I don’t have time to grab the pillow. Royal’s hand covers my mouth so I don’t wake the kids, my eyes rolling back in my head.

By the time he stops, every movement of his tongue has made my body jolt with every touch. He scoops me up, cuddling me to his chest and moving me back to the top of the bed, resting my head on the pillow.

I can feel how hard he is pressed against my thigh. My body is like jelly, but I want more of him.

He rests his head against my thigh, watching me as I make a convulsing fool of myself. I reach down, running my hand through the short strands at the top of his head.

“I love seeing you fall apart. I could die with your taste on my tongue, and I would die the happiest fucking man.”

My face burns, even though he is just inches away from my pussy. He rubs my mound like it’s a precious treasure.

I giggle. “Well, are you going to finish the job? I might have one more round in me.”

His head shoots up so fast that I’m not sure he doesn’t get whiplash. He hurries up the bed until his hands are on either side of my face, his body hovering above me.

I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist, and his dick presses against my lips. I groan at the warm, intense feeling and the need to have him filling me is deep.

He curses in my ear. “Once my dick is in you, there is no going back for you, Naomi. You will be mine in every single way.” He runs his nose up my cheek, and I shiver at his words.

“God, please,” I practically beg.

“I’m clean,” he tells me.

“I am too. And I’m on the pill,” I let him know, and his answering grin is wicked.

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