Page 132 of Guarded King

I move even faster, pounding into her, my fingers still sliding over her swollen bud. She’s tightening, already close.

When she groans and clamps down, her perfect cunt pulsing hard around me, I grit my teeth, holding on with everything I have.

My balls draw up, pleasure tightening around my spine, but I hold on. The minute she sags against the window, I pull my soaked dick out of her and slide it between her panties and her pussy.

With her name on my lips, low and guttural, I let go. Hard jets of cum burst out of me as I thrust against her slick flesh, the head of my cock rubbing over her clit, coating it, coating her panties.

“Oh my God.” Her body stiffens, her hands splaying flat on the glass. “I’m c-coming again.”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I growl, as warm fluid floods over my shaft. “Soak us both.”

Finally, my dick stops throbbing and her trembling subsides. I can fucking breathe again.

I pull away from her but press my hand to her lower back to keep her still. I need a minute to study my handiwork.

“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur. Her pretty pink cunt is swollen and coated in a mixture of us, and her inner thighs are damp. The black lace of her panties is marred with white streaks, sending primitive satisfaction crashing over me.

I’ve marked her. Again. Branded her with my cum. And she looks fucking incredible.

Gently, I pull her thong back into place and cup the soaked lace now covering her pussy.

I turn her to face me, my breathing as heavy as hers. “You’re going to spend the rest of the night covered in me—in us. Every time you smile at a man who isn’t me, every time any asshole down there”—I jab a finger at the crowded room below us—“flirts with you, I want you to remember whose cum is dripping down your legs.” I lean in, relishing the almost drunklook in her eyes. “And when I get you home, I’m going to fill you up.” I brush my thumb gently over her cheek once more. “Okay?”

“It’s not going to feel very nice.” Lip caught between her teeth, she looks up at me through her lashes.

There’s no stopping the dark smirk that curls my mouth. I can’t even bring myself to feel bad. It may be a little uncomfortable, but with every movement, she’ll think of me.

I skim my mouth overs hers. “I promise I’ll make it up to you when we get home.”

She wets her lips. “Okay.”

I nod at the door. “You leave first.”

With one last long look at me, she turns and slips out of the room. I brace my hands against the windowsill and watch the crowd below, waiting for the moment I see her step back into the ballroom.

We were only gone twenty minutes, but it was twenty minutes too long. Twenty minutes where people could have questioned my disappearance. Questioned hers too.

I drop my head and let out a harsh breath.

At this point, there aren’t any more lines I can cross.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

CHLOE

“Ithink I’m going to head out,” I tell Sophie.

I’ve done my best to keep my contact with Roman casual for the last two hours, afraid that the desire hanging thick in the air around us would be impossible to miss. My skin still tingles, the dampness of my panties making it impossible to forget what he did and what he promised to do later.

All night, he’s mingled, networking like the professional he is, despite how little he enjoys this kind of thing. People eddy around him, vying for his attention, wanting a moment of his time.

I do too, but in a completely different way.

Each time he interacts with his family, my chest aches. The sight of him standing there next to his brothers and their partners only highlights how alone he is. Even his mom brought a date, I think. The dark-haired man with a smile wreathing his face hasn’t left her side all night.

I wish I could stand next to him, soak in his warmth, stretch up and press a kiss to his lips. But I can’t. And while I more than understand the reasons, it’s only now setting in the difficulty we’ll face as we continue to hide this.

For me, at least.

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