Page 46 of Just Between Us

His eyebrow lifted. “Something amusing, Precious?”

I nearly giggled again but tamped it down and jerked my head side to side.

Royal continued stroking my legs like he was memorizing every muscle and curve. His hands slid above the hemline of the fabric, teasing the seam where my butt met the back of my thigh. His fingertip hooked under the seam of my underwear, and he followed the line forward, between my legs. My body was on fire, and I could feel the fabric between my legs getting wetter.

Royal leaned his forehead against my stomach and growled. My hands moved from his shoulders to feel the short hairs at the base of his skull, tickling my palm.

His head shifted to look at me. “Hands where they were,” he commanded.

A deep blush heated my cheeks as I planted them back onto his broad shoulders.

One hand slipped inside my shorts, and his thumb pressed against the cotton of my underwear and into my aching clit. I jumped. My breaths were needy pants.

His touch slid back, and he let out an appreciative moan when he found my underwear soaked. “So perfect.”

His words sent pleasure coursing through me. I wanted more. I wanted itall. My legs scissored with need, despite his hand shoved between them. I ground my pussy against him.

He gripped my hip with one hand, and I couldn’t stop staring. Seeing Royal King on his knees in the moonlight with his hand up my shorts had me reeling. A singular thought hammered over and over:I want to come—long and hard.

I moaned as Royal finally slipped a finger inside my underwear, pushing the fabric to the side. “Yes,” I whispered.

His hands were huge, and the space between my pussy and underwear was tight. His fingers slid through me as I rocked my hips. “That’s it, Veda.”

His encouragement spurred me on. I pressed my eyes closed, determined to feel every sensation. When his finger found my entrance, I slowly unraveled. My hands fisted his shirt as my body begged for more.

One finger.

Then two.

I gasped and stilled, feeling my body stretch around his fingers. My pussy fluttered, and his deep grumble washed over me. Slowly his fingers moved, pumping into me, and tension swirled low in my belly.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you let yourself go.” His words were tender despite the harsh rasp in his voice.

I pressed forward, silently demanding more. My pussy clenched, on the cusp of the most intense orgasm of my life. My nails dug into his back as he slipped his fingers from me.

No, no, no, no.

His nose pressed between my legs. His lips kissed my skin. His fingers tickled. My clit thrummed and ached.

Royal edged me closer and closer toward my orgasm, but each time, he ripped me away from the edge. Every time I thought I’d tip over that glorious peak, he eased me backdown. Frantic need pulsed through me as I clung to him and desperately held on for the ride.

I wanted to lean forward, topple him over and straddle him in the sand. I wanted to see every fucking tattoo up close. I wanted to discover the new ones I hadn’t yet seen. I wanted to strip him naked and ride his thick cock until I finally came.

But I didn’t. Icouldn’t. Royal was in control—teasing, peaking, and balancing me on the sharp edge of desire. Tears pricked behind my eyelids as desperation nearly overtook me, and his fingers slipped inside my pussy.

Royal stood, looking at me with reverence as my body protested. Confused, I blinked and frowned at him. He held up his hand. The fingers that had nearly unraveled me glistened in the moonlight.

I stared up as his thick finger, coated with my desire, slipped past his lips. He groaned as he tasted me, and his eyes never left mine.

“Royal.” I swallowed hard.

“Do you want a taste, Precious?” He grinned as I blinked up at him.

Do I?

His hand slipped under the bottom of my shorts and dipped into my underwear. His finger slid easily into my hot, wet pussy. When it came out shimmering, I could only stare at it.

“Open.” He pressed his finger to my mouth.

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