Page 73 of Royally Drawn

“It will be easier like this. Trust me,” I said.

“Okay.”

Ingrid wasn’t bothered by that. She freed my hard and ready cock from my boxers, taking it oh-so-gently in her hand. She kissed the tip before running her fingers over the head. She played with the precum a moment, rolling her fingers through it as if amused, before again gently pumping her fingers up and down the shaft. I wanted to tell her to be rougher. Instead, I took her hand and showed her what I wanted.

She pumped the shaft as directed before licking up and down the underside of my cock. Then, with my full attention, she slipped the head inside her pretty little lips, swirling her tongue and slowly taking all of me in. I grabbed her ponytail for stability as she slowly bobbed up and down. I gave into the delicious feeling of her tongue and full lips on my cock.

Ingrid pulled back, hand pumping and lubricated by her spit and my precum.

“Good? Am I doing well?”

“You’re fabulous,” I said, overwhelmed by her looking so obedient.

She licked the tip of my cock, still looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I moaned, unable to control myself and stay quiet. Slowly, I brushed her cheek.

“You’re a good girl, Ingrid. Do you like that?”

“It’s so good,” Ingrid said. “Having you like this. You taste so good. I want to take you in as much as I can and swallow everything you give me.”

She was devilishly good at dirty talk.

“Good girl. You want to take my load?”

She nodded, sliding my cock back into her mouth. She kept one hand at the base of the shaft, pumping synced in rhythm with her mouth. It was like heaven. The sound of her lips slipping sloppily up and down my shaft delighted me. I reached down and played with her nipple through her think tank top. She moaned, my cock still in her mouth. I did it again, and she moaned louder. This time, the vibrations flooded the delicate, swollen head of my cock.

“What? Are you gonna cum?” I asked her, voice breathy as she pulled me closer and closer to inevitability.

Then, she did something that sent me over the edge. She brought her right hand from where it rested on my bare thigh over to my balls. She cupped them gently. On its own, that was almost enough to send me over the edge. When she traced her finger up and down them, torturing me, I flew into overdrive. I pulled her ponytail harder and held her head down while I came deep into her mouth. Pulsing with her full lips tight around me overwhelmed me.

Ingrid pulled back, wiping her lips clean and stared up at me.

I pulled on her chin. “You are so good, Ingrid. You’re a very well-behaved girl.”

“Well, would it be naughty if I asked you to get me off?”

“Not at all,” I replied. “I think it’s only fair.”

She could have asked me to climb a mountain right now, and I would have. It had been a while since I’d gotten head that good and years since I’d gotten that level of satisfaction fromanysex act. Things with Ingrid only got better and better with time. But now, all I wanted to do was bring her to the same beautiful place she’d left me moments before.

The Wedding Party

INGRID

Looking down a massive church aisle, I thought about the sheer scale of everything we did. The size of the cathedral was only part of it. The real fear was over the commitment of a lifetime Cici and Isak were about to make before a cathedral of people and millions at home.

“Don’t get stage fright.”

I turned to see Keir behind me. Smiling, I said, “I am not. I am just… taking it all in.”

“I am in awe of how cool they both are. It’s so much pressure, right?”

“Right,” I agreed.

Keir was the best man. He, Duncan, a Swedish prince, and a few uni friends rounded out the unusual bridal party. Scandinavians usually averted the big wedding party. Cici believed the more, the merrier.

“You’re not in the proper position,” Edina said in passing, annoyed.

“I think you arealwaysin the perfect position,” Keir whispered.

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