Page 87 of Royally Benevolent

“You’re circumcised, right?” I asked.

“Ah, that,” Wyatt said. “Yes. Is that… okay?”

“It’s your body. That’s fine,” I said. “You’re lovely. It’s just… I have never seen one before… a….”

“Cock? You can use the word Odette. It’s okay for you to say whatever you’d like in bed. I like the idea of corrupting you a bit.”

“Fuck!” I thought to myself. Except I didn’t. I said the word out loud.

Wyatt laughed and pulled me by my hips and parted my legs with his torso. He pressed the tip of his cock to my centre. My wetness made it slide in a way that left me shivering. I moaned.

“I intend to fuck you, yes,” Wyatt said. “Is that what you want?”

I nodded.

“Okay,” Wyatt said, voice hungry.

He pressed against my opening, sliding just inside. My body fought with him a bit. I tried not to wince but knew I couldn’t cover it up.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, meaning it. “It will be worth it.”

A moment later, pressure and pain turned into pleasure. Wyatt pressed deep within me. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, digging my nails into his back. He kissed my neck and bit my ear as I fell back into the heavenly, perfect place he’d taken me earlier. This time, though, the fullness within me only enhanced the feeling.

“Your pussy is so tight and wet, Odette. Fuck, this feels good,” he whispered.

Knowing I wasn’t a total disappointment, I moaned in French, “You feel so good, too.”

I had nothing to compare this to. It was novel, all-encompassing, and electrifying. All I knew was that his cock was doingeverythingfor me andtome right now. I couldn’t speak English—I could barely say anything at all!

“I’m not going to last long like this,” Wyatt said. “Get on top. I want to watch. I’d like to see my cock make you come undone at the seams.”

He rolled onto his back. I hesitated a moment, afraid it might not work. Then, my body took over once more. Anything my brain couldn’t compute, my body somehow knew. I climbed astride him and slowly lowered myself onto his full length, kneading his chest for stability. The novelty of his chest hair and strong pecks aroused me more than I wanted to admit. I realised the little things about Wyatt—the unexpected things—that ground my gears the most. From the curl in his lips when he thought about solving a problem to how his eyes always filtered to mine, the little things made me melt the most.

“Wyatt, don’t let me stop,” I growled, still in French.

Nothing to date had been better than this position. It was as if his cock hit the best spot within me. I’d only been there a few moments before I was ready to cum. I wrapped my pussy tight around him, moving up and down his length. I ground against his pelvis with every stroke, racing closer and closer.

Then, I screamed, “Oh, Wyatt.Oh, merde!”

He smiled broadly as I came back down, pulling me into a kiss as I bent forward, grinding my pussy against his pelvis and almost playfully rolling my hips around.

“You’re amazing when you cum,” Wyatt said. “Always say my name.”

“My English is… failing…” I panted.

Wyatt unexpectedly flipped me onto my back, pulling my ankles up to his shoulders. “It just means I’m doing my job, Princess.”

Every time he did that—dropped something that made me feel like the object of his desire—I should have wanted to stop him. Instead, it made me feel like a naughty girl. And, at this moment, Iwantedto be depraved. What came over me, I didn’t know. As I watched him pound into me, holding onto my legs for stability, I marvelled at how gorgeous he looked and how wonderful this made me feel. He wanted to possess me, and I wanted to be his more than ever. I panted and bit my lip, trying to cum again.

Wyatt slowed for a moment so he could play with my clit with one hand. It felt wonderful. I knew he was delaying his own orgasm so I could cum again. It was a meaningful gesture, one that made me even more horny.

“Baise-moi plus fort,” I moaned. “Et fond!”

He thrust harder—again and again—until my body writhed once more in sheer pleasure. Then he fell forward, letting my legs fall like jelly to either side of his hips. He kissed my neck and nibbled at my ear again lovingly. Wyatt stroked my face, saying nothing as he caught his breath. Somehow, just the look said everything it needed to. I thrilled him.

“I have no idea what the fuck you said. But it worked?”

I giggled. “It worked. I’m sorry.”

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