Page 29 of Royal Pain

I persisted until my shaft was fully seated inside. She was gasping for air, still clawing the bedding.

“It hurts.”

“Just relax. Trust me, it will feel very good soon enough.” My cock was throbbing, my balls as tight as they’d been before. Nothing had prepared me for how good it felt being buried inside of her this way.

She was moaning, but I could tell the instant those of discomfort shifted into ones of sheer pleasure. That’s the moment I pulled out, slowly driving into her again. When I did it a third time, she met my deep plunge, doing her best to arch her back while pushing her hips back. She was ripe and ready for even more. That excited the hell out of me.

I pulled out again, this time rougher than I’d been before. She accepted it without issue, her moans fueling me. I closed my eyes, pulling back on her hair as I developed a rhythm, one she matched the best she could. My heart was hammering in my chest, also something that never happened. It felt so good that I didn’t want this to end, but given it had been a long time since I’d come more than once in a night, I knew it would become more and more difficult to maintain any control.

The sound as I slammed my hips against her was sweet music. Even my throat was dry as I struggled to maintain control. Within sweet seconds, my mind was spinning, the electricitybetween us soaring and I wanted nothing more than to fill her sweet, tight ass with my seed.

Seconds later, I was at my limit. I erupted deep inside, now slamming against her.

She was huffing and puffing, undulating her hips while I was bellowing like some crazed beast.

This had to be as close to a slice of heaven as existed.

When I’d finally filled her, my body starting to come down from the intense hum, I slumped over her. Together it seemed we were trying to learn how to breathe all over again. Finally, I rolled over on my side, taking her with me. Having a woman stay the night wasn’t my style but I never wanted her to leave.

What was that telling me? More important, what the hell was I going to do about it?

CHAPTER 9

Evangeline

“You got in late last night,” Ashley said when I finally sat down on a lounge next to her. The girls were already drinking cocktails and it wasn’t yet eleven-thirty in the morning.

“Ooh-la-la. Hot date?” Rachel teased and all four girls laughed. They appeared the epitome of sunshine and happiness with their tiny vivid bikinis, Audrey Hepburn-style sunglasses, and floppy hats. And I couldn’t help but notice the bartender was catering to them like he was their own personal pool boy.

Meanwhile, I was trying to hide behind my sunglasses, my animal print bathing suit the only one that would cover my… spanking. No, I wasn’t hungover on alcohol.

I was hungover on great sex.

But I ached all over, my pussy still throbbing, my bottom aching. At least my skin was no longer on fire. I’d been worried it would be. For a long time.

I remember falling asleep in his arms only to thankfully wake myself somewhere around two. Before I could slip out of bed to head back to my room, the handsome man pulled me back down for another round. I’d been shocked when he’d quickly fallen into a deep sleep afterward, but that had allowed me to slip out.

“Just some thinking time. That’s it.” The lie didn’t even sound plausible to me.

Heidi sat up, lifting her shades and staring at me. The fact she wasn’t green around the gills with red bug eyes was shocking to me. Christ. All five of us were close to the same age and their recovery was insane.

“Pull off your sunglasses,” she demanded.

“Why?”

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to reach across and rip them off for you.”

Sighing, I did as she commanded, giving her a sour look with my tongue stuck out in the process.

“Oh. My. God!” Heidi exclaimed. “Do you girls see it?”

The others sat up, sipping on their straws at the same time as they all stared at me like I was some main attraction at a freak show. “What are you doing?” Now I was demanding, although I already felt a nice, warm, humiliating flush creeping up on my jaw and cheeks.

“She has a glow,” Kristen hissed. “You were two timing us.”

“What? You can’t two-time a friend. At least not really,” I muttered. I knew looking away would be a bad thing. They’d hound me forever.

“Yes, you can. You were with a man. You’re glowing.” Now Ashley was pointing at me in an accusatory fashion.

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