Page 78 of Royally Drawn

I didn’t. I continued, taking him deeper and deeper until finally, I felt his balls pulse, and he shuddered, holding my head in place and thrusting his hips towards me. I resisted the urge to gag, knowing I’d spit him out and make a mess. His cum shot into my throat. This time, it was more than before. I gasped, swallowing his load before sitting back and watching him come back down. He panted and shook his head, looking at me lovingly.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he muttered. “I cannot help myself.”

I smiled, pleased with how out ofallthe women here—and there were plenty far more experienced than me—I held his gaze. It was me he thirsted after. He took a punch for me. He wanted me. He’d risk getting caught for me. I was his addiction.

We cleaned up before heading back above the deck. I fixed my makeup and went to pull on my soaking-wet knickers.

“If I put these back on, I’m going to be miserable all night,” I said. “I could wring them out.”

Keir laughed. “And that was before you were even riding my face.”

I bit my lip, thinking about how delicious and naughty that was. I didn’t even know peopledidthat until he told me to.

“Hand them here,” Keir said.

Confused, I tilted my head.

“You don’t have pockets. Where would you hide those, darling?”

“Shit,” I giggled. “I have nowhere. I don’t suppose we should leave evidence?”

“Correct.”

I nervously handed him my thong. Keir shook his head, a cheeky grin on his face.

“The things I do to you, Ingrid.”

“The things I do toyou.” I pulled him into a long kiss. I wanted him to think about me for days. I wanted to torture him.

I bit his lip and whispered, “The next time you wank, it will be thinking about my mouth on your cock. And then next. And the next. I’ve taken up all the space in your mind. Don’t argue with me.”

Then, I walked away, knowing full well I’d given him another erection, and now he’d have to fight it as we returned to the party. He also had to stare at the sway of my hips the entire way up there like a hopeless puppy.

We returned, him immediately darting in one direction, and I found Odette and Astrid talking near the bar. I went up, grabbed a glass of champagne, and returned.

“Where were you?” Odette asked.

“We thought you’d fallen overboard,” Astrid joked.

“Nowhere,” I answered.

“Nowhere?” Astrid said. “Nowhere with no one.”

I blushed.

“What did you do?” Odette whispered.

“I think she just got laid,” Astrid giggled. “You are treading on thin ice, Ingrid. This isn’t our boat.”

“It’s not Keir’s either, but I don’t think anyone cares. He certainly didn’t. It’s his uncle’s boat, and he knows it well enough. I don’t know if getting laid was what I’d say.”

Odette looked scandalised. “Why would you… did you really?”

“We fooled around,” I said.

“Yeah,justfooled around, but he was in your room this morning,” Astrid said.

“Ingrid!” Odette laughed nervously. “We’re going to get in trouble.”

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