Page 55 of Royally Rivalled

I rolled a condom on and climbed into bed. I kissed her slowly, hovering over her now. I pressed her into the bed, my cock rubbing against her entrance, now wet with anticipation. My playing with the hem of her dress worked.

“You like it when I toy with you, don’t you?” I asked. “And you want me?”

Astrid nodded. “Yes.”

“You’re very wet already.”

“I know,” Astrid gasped as I pushed the tip of my cock against her wet clit. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, Parker.”

Since she said please, I could give it a go. I took things gently. I was concerned about this again. Instead, she was ready. As I slipped quickly inside her, she let out another moan—one deeper than before.

“Good?”

“Yes, please. Fuck me harder this time.”

Well, I could do that. I wasn’t going to go full tilt for fear I might frighten her, but I picked up the pace with my thrusts. The way her tits bounced was glorious. The tell-tale red that crossed over her chest, up her neck, and to her face told me Astrid was about to ascend to another realm. She dug her nails into my lower back and screamed.

“Oh, Parker, fuck… me… harder!”

I picked up the pace as she descended into only babbling, writhing, and panting. She came for me eventually, but by then, I struggled to keep going without completely losing it. The visual was what did it. Her sweet, round face curled up like that—all because I was getting her off and taking her far, far away mentally—did it for me.

“How about we switch?”

“Am I doing something… wrong?”

I quickly responded, “No. You’re great. But…“

“But what?”

Astrid was clueless. The more I kept going, the further gone I was. I forgot how little she knew about all this. I came, unable to hold back. Feeling terrible about it, I groaned and pulsed inside her. I hung over her, kissing her neck before I rolled off on my side. I lay there for a moment, catching my breath. I struggled to pull myself away to toss the condom. It was warm in bed.

Returning, I said, “I’m sorry, Astrid.”

“Did you not cum?”

I didn’t know if she was taking the piss. Based on her face, she wasn’t taking the piss.

“No, I did. I just camefast. You screaming my name did a number. I am sorry. That’s… that’s why I wanted you on top of me. Because I wanted to get you off again.”

“Why?”

“Do you always just ask questions?”

“We both do. It’s our job,” Astrid said.

“True.”

She nodded. Her adorable little face melted me a little. Here,naked and vulnerable, we could both justexist. It wasn’t about competition. It was just us. Her sweet face drew me in. I was called to be honest.

“Because I like getting you off. Because, despite what you think, I’m not a selfish dick. And because the sound of you cumming is the sweetest thing I’ve heard in ages.”

My words came easily. Imeantthem. She was lovely and deserved to know. I was partially responsible for teaching her and giving her feedback.

“Really?”

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