Page 56 of Royally Drawn

“Do you want to cum, Ingrid? If so, tell me… when was the last time you touched yourself?”

“This morning.”

“This morning?” He looked surprised.

“In the shower. Before I came to meet you.”

“How was that? What did you do?”

“I used the shower head on the hardest setting to get off.”

“Dirty girl,” Keir chuckled. “And what were you thinking about?”

“You licking me off your fingers,” I answered. “How satisfied you looked. How I made you feel.”

Keir smiled again and pulled out. “Get on top of me. That reminds me, I didn’t get to have that last time, and I am dying to watch you from that angle.”

“What if I don’t want to?” I asked.

Keir rolled me over onto my stomach and smacked my arse harder than before. It smarted—but only a bit and in the best way. “You’ll get more of that, Ingrid.”

I pressed up on the bed, sitting back up. He lay there, cock hard and slick from my arousal. It was fabulous just watching him watch me, knowing I was the centre of his universe. I was drunk on power.

“Should I take thedress off?” I asked.

“No. Leave it on. I rather like the idea of fucking you with it on.”

I climbed astride him, pulling my knickers to the side, and lowered my body slowly onto the full girth of him. His cock slipped slowly inside me. I remembered Astrid saying that being on top was pure bliss and that she could do it all day. Now, I knew why. Grinding against him, he hit every one of the best spots simultaneously. Meanwhile, he got to watch my breasts bounce and my face turn as I lost control.

“You are so bad. You wanted this all along,” Keir said with a cheeky grin. “That’s very, very naughty, Ingrid.”

He spanked me again. I picked up speed, closer and closer to climax with each gyration. God, he was so good at getting me to the point of no return!

I moaned, throwing my head back.

“Don’t do it, Ingrid. If you?—”

“Oh, fuck! Fuck!” I screamed. “I’m…”

And I came. Feeling like I was headed to the moon, my climax took me to new heights. I braced, my hands on the fronts of his thighs, catching my breath.

“You are naughty,” Keir growled. “And undeserving of that orgasm.”

“I’m greedy,” I said. “And I want another.”

“No,” Keir said, grabbing me by the hips.

Now, he bobbed me up and down as if I were his plaything. What should have annoyed me only made me want more. I dug my nails into his chest and whimpered.

“Please, Keir, let me cum. I want to cum. Please, baby.”

“I’ll give you one freebie,” Keir said. “And that’s it.”

By that point, words left me. I skyrocketed back up. The warm, tingly sensation overtook me. Keir continued to bob me up and down until he reached his climax. Then, he clamped his hands on my hips to keep himself as deep inside me as he could be. Breathless, I watched him come back to me, a satisfied smile on my lips. He chuckled and shook his head. He may have gotten all of me briefly, but I had complete control now.

Aftermath

KEIR

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