Page 35 of Royally Drawn

Me, too.

“I want you,” I whispered. “I crave it. But, Keir, if I bleed out here, it’s…”

I didn’t even know what to say. I couldn’t make sense as he thrust one finger, then two, deep into my centre.

“You’re so wet,” Keir whispered. “I want to get you off.”

I moaned, unable toresist.

“I am being practical.”

“I can just go down on you. Would you like that?” Keir asked.

“That doesn’t seem fair.”

“I’d love to taste you. Trust me. It would be fair. Has anyone ever done that for you—gotten you off with their tongue?”

His words sent me into a whirlwind. They hit me, only making me wetter. He wanted totasteme? No one had ever dared go there, but should I let him? His naughty, tempting words made me want whatever was on offer. He kissed my neck again, sending shivers down my spine. What did I lose if I gave in?

“Never,” I gasped.

“Then I must. You deserve to feel it,” Keir said. “Do you want me to make you cum, Ingrid?”

“So much,” I moaned. “Yes.”

He disappeared under the blanket, but I threw it back.

“I want to watch,” I said.

He pulled my shorts off, leaving them wrapped around one leg. Keir parted my legs and kissed down my torso. I watched him kiss my clit, then lick it slowly. I shuddered.

He came back up.

“It’s amazing. Don’t stop,” I said. “Unless… you don’t like it.”

“I love it. Be a good girl, and let me eat you out,” Keir said.

It was so delightfully dirty. I drove him mad, something I didn’t even know was possible for me. Keir slid between my legs again. I reached back, grabbing a pillow to sit up a bit more.

“Dirty girl, you want to watch the whole thing?” He asked.

“Get to work,” I said, pushing his head back into my pussy.

I wanted to watch him please me. Involuntarily, I grabbed his hair. He was the blondest of the brothers—still slightly ginger. I soaked up the look of him submitting to desire, my pale legs draped over his gorgeous, broad shoulders. He wassosexy. How had I managed to tempt this man?

“Oh, don’t stop,” I moaned. “That’s the spot.”

He didn’t stop. Instead, he slid a finger inside me to tickle my G-spot. It only brought me closer to ecstasy. I wanted to savour this—the warm feeling, the absolute pleasure, and the release. I’d given it tomyself many times before, but doing it with him was addictive. I gripped his hair tighter, pressing my hips into his face harder. I had no control. My toes curled. I panted. I climaxed, unable to stay silent as I hoped.

“Ouais! Oh, mon dieu!Fuck! Keir.” I don’t know what came over me when I orgasmed. It was uncontrollable. My body shuddered. I couldn’t keep it in.

Keir kissed my thigh, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“You couldn’t even hold back.”

“I… that was… brilliant,” I gasped breathlessly.

He wiped his face and pinned me to the couch again. “You’re amazing.”

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