Page 46 of Royally F*cked

But I don’t think I’m strong enough to refuse her.

Something tells me that she needs this from me. That she needs me to truly show her what I’ve failed to explain with words.

And I need this, too.

I need her. That physical connection that comes from being intimate with your partner.

“Say it again,” I growl.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders and lifts her hips enough for me to slip my hand between us. “Fuck me. Please.”

I free my cock then run my fingers over her soaked pussy and circle her clit.

“Oooh,” she squeaks and shivers, inadvertently pressing her tits into my face. “That’s…”

“I cannot wait to taste you. Later.”

Charlie gasps and I work my cock between her legs, finding that sweet, sweet, spot. With the tip lined up at her entrance, I slowly push her down on to me but she’s so tight. Her entire body tenses as the head of my cock slips in.

The hiss that rolls of her tongue does not sound like a hiss of pleasure.

Oh. Fuck.

“Charlie,” her name comes out as a strangled plea.

“Just go slow,” she hiccups.

I do my best to keep her body hovering over mine as I sit back further so I can see her face.

“Charlie. Look at me.”

Her eyes meet mine, red rimmed and filled with tears.

“Are you…”

I don’t need her to answer. She’s a virgin. I should have known.

There is no way I can fuck her like this.

Talk about self-control. A primal need drums in my chest and I want nothing more than to slam my dick inside her. I refuse to cause her that kind of physical pain though.

I wrap my arms around her and lift her off my lap with a protest from my dick.

“Please…don’t,” her voice quivers. “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you wouldn’t want me.”

“Hey,” I whisper. “Breathe. I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

She gives me a small nod.

I sit her ass on the edge of my desk and encourage her to lay back as I sink to my knees.

“What are you…” Charlie starts to ask just before tearing her panties off her and lick her pussy. “OH!” she squeals.

With one hand on the top of her mound, I hold her steady while I flick my tongue across her clit and slip one finger inside her.

Her surprised gasp spurs me along.

When I think she’s ready, I slip another finger inside, stretching her further.

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