Page 47 of Royally Drawn

She wasn’t wrong.

“And you, Ingrid?”

I rolled a condom over my hard cock and climbed into bed again, pressing her onto the pillows.

“You worshipped me the other night,” she whispered. “I ate it up as much as you devoured me.”

I had. I’d relished it. Listening to her cum out in the open like that was dangerous and addictive.

“I like both,” I said. “To be adored and to adore someone.”

“So, you like this?”

“Chasing you is flying too close to the sun, princess,” I said. “But I’d risk my wings to take you again.”

Ingrid pulled me into a kiss, grinding against me. She continued until I slipped inside her. As I did, she moaned into my mouth.

“I won’t ask you to risk your wings,” Ingrid said. “Not if you do this properly.”

We were electric. She may have been green. She may have been younger than I’d prefer, but the chemistry was uncanny. I didn’t fawn over girls like I did Ingrid. I didn’t like taking orders, but I wanted to please this woman so badly. If she asked, I’d have gone to the moon and back right now. Watching her lose herself, pleasure rolling over her, Ingrid was everything I shouldn’t have wanted but needed. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Oh, Keir, fuck me,” she moaned, nails digging into my back.

I sped up as she collapsed into the bed, going limp as she came back to reality. Her tits bounced like ripples on a pond, then like they were hit with the waves as I went for broke. It was satisfying, but I’d lose it this way if I kept going. I wanted to get her off again.

“Get on top,” I said. “I want to watch you.”

“I’m sore,” Ingrid pouted. “I wantyouto do the work.”

“Are you getting lazy on me, Ingrid?”

I couldn’t resist that face.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I said. “You deserve punishment for being so disagreeable.”

Ingrid bit her lip and flipped around. I’d have to be satisfied with the view of her ass as I pounded into her. It was firm but still plenty smackable. I forcefully pulled her hips towards me and gave her a good swat.

She moaned. I liked a woman who enjoyed a spanking. I thrust inside her slowly, trying to be gentle. Every time we did something, I reminded myself she’d never done it before. It was easily forgot since the woman didn’t hold back.

Ingrid looked back at me defiantly as I pumped into her. Then, as if in a sexy act of protest, she reached back with one hand to touch herclit as I continued to rail her.Thatwas hot. How did sheknowwhat to do? She was an enigma.

“You’re a naughty girl,” I said.

“I want to cum hard,” Ingrid said. “Fuck me harder.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I agreed. “But you should mind yourself.”

“Why? Am I not your peer?”

Ingrid’s moans and protest led to more desperation. I was determined to get her off again. She was so wet, warm, and tight now. She was close. I felt her tighten even more around my hard dick. By now, she dripped down my balls.

She let out a scream, “Oh, fuck!Ouais!Don’t stop!”

The melange of words made it hotter. She pulsed around me and collapsed into the pillows. I pressed her head down harder.

“You make too much noise, Ingrid.”

“Just fuck me and mind yourself,” Ingrid growled into the pillow.

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