Page 26 of Royally Embraced: RBMC

His cock jerked. His come filled her with spurt after spurt, exploding deep within her. Another cry escaped Tori, and she clamped down on him again. Fuck, he didn’t know if it was the same orgasm or a second that hit her. Her body was made for him, and his for her. Jeter would never find another woman who completed him the way she did, and he’d be damned before he’d allowed another man to feel what he’d experienced within Tori’s embrace. It didn’t matter that they’d just met. She was it for him. He’d have to convince her he was enough for her.

SON-OF-A-FUCKING-BITCH. She was so screwed. The man hadn’t left her body, yet she wanted a redo. Hell, her body had literally come from feeling his orgasm moments after she’d had an explosive orgasm herself. That was two back-to-back mind-blowing big Os plus the one he’d given her with his mouth, and good lord, the man gave good oral. That had to be a record, surely.

“Are you okay, farfallina?” he asked, brushing her hair back from her forehead.

There was no way she could lie and or pretend she was anything except amazing. Her body twitched around his, enjoying having him still buried within her. “Mmm, yes. You?” She blinked up at him. He looked softer somehow.

“Oh, I’m better than okay. In fact, if you keep doing that, you’ll find how much better I am.” He grunted, moving his hips back and forth.

Her eyes widened. “Holy shit. Are you getting hard already?”

His boyish grin lit his features. “It’s a miracle, and one I’m not complaining about unless you’re too sore for another round.”

She ran her hands down his back. Grabbing ahold of his ass, she massaged the firm globes. “There’s no way I’m too sore for you, Jeter.”

Her pussy clamped down on his dick as he eased in and out. His hand slid up and into the back of her hair, tugging until she gasped. He leaned forward and took her lips in a heated kiss, demanding entrance like he took with his dick.

Faster and harder, he moved in and out of her. Demanding, taking, and giving her what she needed.

“Jeter, please, I need...more. Please...”

“I got you, baby. Let go,” he ordered. He shifted his hips, hitting a spot that made her gasp. “Right there.” He did it again and again.

Heat raced from her toes to her ears, shaking her entire body with pleasure. Nothing but euphoria filled her, washing over her with zings of ecstasy. She cried out. Her nails raked down his back, seeking something to hold on to.

His roar of pleasure bounced off the walls. The feel of him coming inside her again had her pussy clenching around his cock, wanting to hold on to him. He collapsed on top of her, his grunts muffled against her shoulder. She felt his teeth bite down as she struggled for her next breath and wondered if he was leaving a mark.

“I better move, or I’m liable to suffocate you,” he murmured.

The rough sound of his voice excited her. “Hmmmhmmm.” That was the only coherent sound she could form right then.

“Although my ego loves the idea, I might’ve fucked you to the point of mumbling. I’d kick my own ass if I didn’t take proper care of you. Hold tight.” He pulls out of her, making her whimper at the loss.

“Don’t do that, or I’ll end up right back inside you. And as tempting as that is, I saw the wince you couldn’t hide as I pulled out. You need a bit of time before I fuck you raw, baby.”Jeter slides off the bed, staring down at Tori. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Now that he wasn’t covering her with his body, she felt exposed. Her hands went to her breasts, and then she felt silly. The man was standing next to the bed in all his naked glory and had not only seen, but he’d touched and tasted all of her naughty bits.

“You make me feel pretty. That’s a first,” she admitted.

He leaned over her, caging her between his hands. “It won’t be the last, Vita Mia. Come on, let’s take a shower together. I think you’ll sleep better, although I like the idea of my come inside you. I won’t be selfish.”

She felt the heat rise to her face and was sure she had to look like a damn tomato. This man had such a way with words. “Oh my god.”

Jeter slid his hands under her and lifted her into his arms. With one behind her back and the other under her legs, he carried her through the darkened room toward the bathroom. “You can call me Jeter or God,” he said, winking.

After the shower, they walked out together, detouring to the small kitchenette area to grab a snack. Tori couldn’t deny the club had done a damn good job of stocking the room with everything a person or couple would need for a weekend, with no need to leave the room if they didn’t want to. They made grilled cheese sandwiches, or Jeter did while she remade the bed and cleaned up their mess. She shivered, thinking of how the bed got messy, and wanted to replay it all in her mind or just redo it all over again. The slight twinge in her lower region reminded her she definitely needed to let her body rest for a few hours.

Jeter polished off his fourth sandwich as she finished her first. She popped the last bit of crust into her mouth, humming at the garlic flavor he’d added to the butter. Yeah, he was a much better cook than her, even when it came to grilled cheese.

She emptied her water with one last swallow, then tossed the bottle in the recycle bin while placing the trash in the other. With one hand held out, she waited for Jeter to give her his trash. He eased off the barstool and moved around the counter. “You don’t have to wait on me, Vita Mia.”

Tori grinned up at him. He called her his life twice now. Whether or not he knew she understood the words, she would cherish them. “I know I don’t.”

He placed the trash in the correct bin behind her and lifted her off her feet. She hung over his shoulder as he swatted her ass. “Come on, let’s hit the hay. You wore my old ass out.”

She swatted his ass back, rubbing the little sting in with her hand. He smacked her butt again, making her yelp.

“Your ass is so damn perfect for all kinds of things, even spanking, Vita Mia. Don’t tempt me to put my handprint on it.” He ran his hand over both cheeks.

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