Page 49 of Royally Rivalled

“If you feel anything bad... or want to stop... tell me. Don't worry about me, Astrid. This is about you.”

I felt safe and secure with his devotion to my pleasure.

“And if I am terrible?”

“You won't be. You'll be lovely.”

I was glad for his affirmation, anticipating what it would soon feel like to have him deep inside me. Parker rubbed the tip of his hard dick against my wet clit.

“It may hurt a little, but if it's too much, Astrid?—”

“I'll tell you to stop. I promise.”

Satisfied, he slipped the tip inside ever so gently. That was fine. But then, a little discomfort. I winced.

Parker pulled back.

“No, no, I think it's normal,” I said.

“I don't want to be in charge,” Parker said. “You can better control what we do on top. Trust me, Astrid. Let's switch.”

Confused and a bit self-conscious, I agreed. He gripped my hips and rolled us into position. I straddled him. Just the feel of him against my clit set me ablaze. Why did all this feel so much better than when I got off? It felt spectacular! Now, I knew what the whole thing was about.

“Slow and steady, Astrid. Slow and take your time.”

His words were sweet even as I found myself in this not-so-sweet position.

Sliding him inside, I took each inch with a level of concentration and focus I didn't anticipate. I wanted to feel every moment, remember how splendid he was, and take stock of how long I'd waited. I moaned and fully enveloped him, my ass tight against his hips. I ground against him, feeling his entire length.

“You alright?”

I nodded, words impossible to conjure.

“Good. You look beautiful,” Parker said.

Appreciation of his affirmation drove me further. Any discomfort faded. I moaned louder. His cock rubbed against my G-spot. The entire feeling was impossible to describe. It was like nothing I'd felt before. It rolled over me. Parker's grin and the way he pumped me on his cock made it more real than anticipated. I cried out for mercy.

“Oh god, don't stop. I'm gonna cum!”

“Cum for me, Astrid. Be a good girl and make a mess. I want that.”

I clinched tighter around him. The heat rose from my chest and to my face. My pussy pulsed around his swollen cock. I dug my nails into his chest.

“Fuck, Parker, it feels... oh God!”

And then, I came back down. I kissed him, breathing heavily. It was wonderful. Relieved, I only wanted to get off again, but I wanted him to take control.

“Can you try to be on top again?” I asked.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes, please.”

Parker unexpectedly flipped me onto my back. He pinned me, slowly thrusting inside. As his cock entered, tickling every sensitive bit of my centre, things were more manageable and pleasurable than before. I gave over to him. Parker pinned my hands behind my head. I lived for that feeling—that high of him telling me what to do. I let go, thirsting for the hungry look on his face as he pumped.

“Does it... feel good?” I asked.

“You're a mess,” Parker said. “And it's amazing. Your pussy is so good, Astrid. It's brilliant!”

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