Page 83 of Royally Rivalled

“I would fuck you in any situation. That’s why you frighten me,” I admitted.

Astrid bit her lip. “Okay, well, come on. You’re going to have to teach me how to do this.”

“Challenge accepted.”

forty-six

ASTRID

I was vulnerable.Parker claimed we could go at it, but I couldn’t get over feeling completely and utterly weird about the whole period bit. I didn’t mind this as long as it didn’t hurt. I supposed people who’d been together for ages would follow this plan. He was more adventurous than I was.

Parker kissed me, pushing me up against the wall of the shower. The wall. This was the fantasy all over again. Steam billowed around us. My body was clean—for now.

“Don’t think about it,” Parker said. “Just relax. It can be fun. If anything, some people think it is even better andmorerelaxing.”

“You swear?—”

“I swear,” Parker said.

Regardless of fear, I let him kiss me, pinning me even harder to the tile. My lips parted, then my legs, as his hand slid down my body to my core. Cramps be damned, I wanted him to do all sorts of terrible things to me.

Parker bit my earlobe. “All I want, baby, is for you to cum but tell me to stop anytime. Will you be good for me, Astrid?”

I nodded and gasped as he thrust his fingers inside me. It feltunexpectedly good. He went slow, rubbing his fingers against my g-spot for a moment before coming out to play with my clit until I moaned. He tortured me, thrusting his fingers back in.

Parker kissed me again. I moaned into his mouth as he brought me closer and closer to the inevitable climax.

I pulled away, growling, “I want to cum. Please let me cum. Can I?”

“You said please, so you can cum.”

“More,” I pleaded. “I need more.”

His fingers knew just what to do. I felt his whole hand inside me. And yet, it felt good. I leaned into the wall and let Parker pleasure me to the point of no return.

“Oh God,” I moaned. “Fuck! Parker, oh my God!”

I came, clenched around his fingers so tight. And that tell-tale feeling where I just lost myself—feeling the need to pee—took over. I knew I’d just squirted all over him.

Parker’s smile was unmistakable.

“Good girl, Astrid. See, I promised you it would feel good.”

“What did you… what did you do? How did you?”

“You like all my fingers inside you, don’t you, good girl?”

“Is that…normal?” I asked.

Parker laughed. “Whatever you like is normal. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

I bit my lip and made the mistake of looking down. My expression changed to one of horror. By now, he was cleaning up. He tossed me the tiny bottle of body wash.

“It’s fine.”

He’d not gotten off.

I stammered, “Don’t we… don’t you…”

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