Page 32 of Royally Embraced: RBMC

“Let me stand up. It’ll be easier for you.” And him.

She shuffled backward, eagerness written all over her beautiful face. How the hell did he get so damn lucky?

Holding his dick straight, he moved closer to her as she reached for him. This time, he moved his hand to the back of her head but didn’t pressure her.

She didn’t lick or tease him. Her mouth opened, and she sucked the entire tip inside. She swirled her tongue over the cap and moved forward, working to take him in farther. Tori said she’d never given a blowjob, but to him, she was giving the best he’d ever had.

His hand fisted in her hair as she pulled back, only to go back down, taking more of him. She repeated the action several more times, her tongue lashing at his dick as she moved back and forth. The wet sounds only made him more desperate to come. His hips thrust forward, burying more of his dick inside her mouth. He swore as he hit the back of her throat. She made a slight gagging sound but didn’t stop. Her hand squeezed him tighter while the other cupped his balls. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Every ounce of blood in his body pounded a crescendo in his dick, like a ticking time bomb ready to explode.

She took him further, hitting the back of her throat. Fucking hell. She swallowed around the head, and he lost it. A roar exploded from him. He gripped her hair.

“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, tell me now,” he growled.

She bobbed back and forth, and then she took him all the way inside, swallowing again. Her mouth sucking as her hand squeezed. The heavenly feel of her mouth and acceptance pulled his orgasm from him. He pumped his hips. Yelled her name like a prayer. His toes curled as every hair on his body stood on end. Pump after pump, he emptied himself into her mouth.

She swallowed and didn’t move until the last jerk of his dick stopped. Her mouth eased back. She sucked and cleaned every drop from his cock. She sat back on her heels with a little smile that undid him. His heart beat like a jammer against his ribcage.

“For that being your first blowjob, you just unmanned me, woman. Come here,” he said.

He didn’t give her a chance to stand on her own. Reaching down, he pulled her into his arms.

“You liked it?” she asked, holding onto him.

He took them both onto the bed, rolling until she was under him. “Liked it is too fucking tame of a word for how I feel about you and that mouth. I love the fuck out of everything about you, Vita Mia.”

Her eyes widened at his words. Before she could respond, his phone rang. The familiar ringtone made him groan.

“You better grab that.”

“Hold on a minute. We’ll finish this in a second.” He kissed her mouth, then sat back up and grabbed his phone. “Hey, King. You’re up awfully early, brother.”

SHE WATCHED HIM TUCKthe phone against his shoulder and ear and pull his boxers back on. He lifted his finger up to her and walked into the kitchen area. Her hand went to her mouth, feeling her lips and wondering if they looked as puffy as they felt.

A grin split her lips as she thought of what she’d done. There wasn’t a single part of her that regretted sucking his dick. Hell, she’d had the most mind-blowing sex, twice, with Jeter in the past twelve hours, and now she’d done what she’d read about in books. Of course, she’d almost choked on him, but she’d persevered and made him come in less than five minutes. That had to be a record. She wanted to pump her fist and scream that she was not a prude or whatever else she’d been called. All she needed was a man who knew how to do it, and bam; she loved sex. Okay, so she might have fallen for the bad-boy biker. He was probably going to break her heart. But she would not curl up in a ball and be a little bitch for years afterward. Nope. She would take all the good she could from him and lick her wounds after he moved on.

Realizing she was already making plans for the after, she shook her head and got out of bed. Laying there like a damn starfish waiting to be mounted wasn’t a good look.

They’d need to figure out where their next move took them. She’d go to California with him. Hell, that was as far from New York as she could get. A little tingle of excitement set off butterflies in her stomach.

She squatted down and rifled through the suitcase, finding a pair of leggings and one of the band T-shirts. She shucked the pajamas off, slid her bra on, and remembered her underwear was hanging in the bathroom to dry.

A quick look toward the kitchen area showed Jeter had his back to her, talking animatedly to whoever was on the other line. She folded the shirt she’d had on and put it back inside, then walked into the other room with the leggings in her hand. The feel of him watching her made her hyper-aware, but she didn’t look in his direction again. If she did, she’d do something crazy, like ask him to bend her over the table and fuck her. That would surely give the man on the other line a good impression of her. Not.

Inside the bathroom, she found her dry panties. Without hesitation, she slid the pajama pants off. Her panties and the leggings were put on, and then she looked at her reflection. Yep, her lips looked like they’d been doing some sucking. Her face heated.

“You are a right hussy, Vittoria Carmela Hardigan Masseria,” she said to her reflection.

“Holy fuck!”

She spun to face Jeter. “What?”

“What did you say your full name was?” Jeter asked. His jaw twitched.

Tori looked at his hand and the phone he carried. “Are you still on the phone?”

He looked at his hand, then at her. “Yeah. Keys said he had some intel. He wanted me to come in here with you when he delivered it. That was when I heard you say what I think was your name. Fuck me, Tori. Please explain who you are and be fucking honest.”

She blinked back tears. He was angry at her. Rightly so. No, she hadn’t lied to him outright. But she had kept a huge truth from him. At some point, she did plan to tell him about her family.

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