Page 58 of Just Between Us

Royal fisted his cock. “You’ve always been a beautiful woman, but you’re fucking gorgeous on your knees.”

My nipples peaked into points, and I pinched them between my fingers, pressing my breasts together as I looked up at him. Royal stroked his cock with a hard pump. He reached into the pocket of his jeans, then pulled out a small bottle of lubricant and tossed it onto the couch.

He pushed his jeans down to the floor and stepped from them.

I looked up at him, taking in his massive form and muscular cut. My eyes danced over the tattoos that covered his skin. I paused on his thigh when I saw a little black cat with bright-green eyes tossing a grumpy look over her shoulder. My eyes flicked upward to find him smirking.

“What’s that one?” I asked.

“A reminder.” His voice was husky and deep. “I told you a black cat was my favorite, didn’t I?”

Desire spiraled higher as the implication of his words sank in.He’d done that tattoo for me. He’d branded his skin forme.

Royal gripped his cock as I stared up at him in disbelief. “Do you want to feel how much of my cock you can take before you gag?”

Holy shit.

My knees wobbled. No one had ever spoken to me like that, and desire thrummed from my ears to my toes.

I mustered up the confidence and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He lowered himself to the edge of the couch. “I want that, too, but if you want a taste, it’s going to be your mouth teasing the head of my cock while I fuck those perky little tits.”

I had never been the type to back down from a challenge. I stared at his long, veiny cock with determination. “I can do that.”

His laugh rumbled in the darkness. “Get closer.”

Butterflies rattled in my stomach as I inched forward. Royal squeezed a dollop of lube onto his fingertips. Reaching forward, he painted the skin between my breasts with the liquid before using the rest to stroke his length.

This was a first for me, and I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the basics. Leaning over his lap, I pushed my boobs together and slid my breasts down over the head of his cock. Royal groaned, and his head dropped back against the couch.

I could feel his cock pulse as I moved up and down over his shaft. I sneaked a glance at his face and smiled. His head was back, Adam’s apple prominent as he enjoyed how my body could make him feel. My confidence skyrocketed. His hips thrust upward, silently commanding me. I used my thighs and the angle to move slowly and deeply, sliding him between my breasts as I held them together.

From that position, I could set the pace. I was in control, and I wondered whether that was on purpose. He knew it took a lot for me to be able to fully let go, and this was a step in following his orders while still feeling completely comfortable.

As I sank onto him, I dipped my head, swiping my tongue across the swollen head and tasting the drop of precum that had seeped out. He hissed and the sound spurred me forward.Royal’s eyes locked with mine, and I had never felt more beautiful, more appreciated.

Arousal coursed through me, and I ached to be touched and licked and filled.

“Fuck.” His deep voice was barely a whisper as I continued to stroke his cock between my breasts.

His hands were clenched into fists beside him, and I had never felt more powerful. I never once expected that power to come from being on my knees.

“I’m going to come,” he ground out.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I want it.”

His jaw was clenched and his eyes ablaze as he stared at me. “Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me where you want me to mark you with my cum.”

Royal stood, fisting his cock. My jaw dropped open as I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. He was a warrior—a tattooed god—and I was his sacrifice.

My hands pushed my tits higher as my head sank back. “Here. I want it on me.”

Royal’s free hand tugged at the back of my head as he pulled me closer. His abs flexed and his body went still. His cock throbbed and twitched. Hot ropes of his release hit my chest, dripping down and off the tips of my hard nipples. One shot swiped across my chin and cheek.

Royal’s breaths were ragged as he finished and gently cradled my head. His fingers traced the line where his orgasm had painted me. He rubbed his release across my chest, thoroughly marking me. I reveled in being claimed as his.

Royal’s eyes shone with affection as he looked down at me, and I knew I had done a good job.

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