Page 97 of Royally Benevolent

In a flash, I changed into the bodysuit, deciding to take advantage of this fantasy. When he arrived at the hotel, I was waiting in bed in only the see-through confection I’d purchased earlier.

“Odie?” Wyatt called out.

“In the bedroom,” I responded.

Wyatt walked into the bedroom, his tie and suit jacket on his arm.He didnotexpect to find me in bed waiting. The look on his face was utterly satisfying. I’d blown his mind. Now, he’d doeverythingto me. The wait was worth it.Fantasy fulfilled.

“I… holy shit, Odette,” Wyatt stammered. “You didn’t?—”

“Do you mind, baby?” I asked.

“Fuck, no. This is so hot.” He quickly undid his cufflinks, still looking for a way to address things. “You are… a fucking wet dream, Odette.”

I snickered. “No one has ever greeted you in lingerie, Wyatt Worthington?”

Wyatt unbuttoned his shirt. “Can’t say they have. But I’d never complain if you wanted to do it every night. It’s cruel, though.”

“Why?”

“Because I have to suffer through watching you there and extricate myself from all of these clothes.”

“I’m enjoying it.” I bit my lip.

“Youwould. Lap it up. You do the worst things to me, Odette.” He tossed his shirt.

“I know.”

“You get off on it.” He kicked off his trousers and underwear.

“I do,” I confessed.

Wyatt dove into bed, pulling me towards him in one robust and definite move. I shuddered as he pinned me to the bed and kissed my neck. I wanted all of him. Ineededhim.

Wyatt asked, “What can I do for you, baby?”

He wanted me to dirty talk. I wasstillworking on this.

“I don’t know,” I played coy.

He kissed me, running his hand to play with my clit through the bodysuit’s sheer lace. I moaned into his mouth, trying to channel my worst, most naughty dialogue from my “research.” He slid the bodysuit aside, slipping one finger inside. Words left my mouth I didn’t even know I could say.

“Fuck me, Wyatt. My cunt is aching for you.”

He pulled back. “Odette, you are a very naughty girl. Where did you learn that?”

“I am a proper lady who readsliterature,” I said.

“I like this,” Wyatt said. “And the fact that you are dripping. Do you want me to fuck your tight pussy?”

“Please, baby. Please,” I pleaded.

“I cannot deny you,” Wyatt said. “You don’t deserve it with such salty language, but I’ll oblige you for my sake.”

“Good. The condoms are on the bedside table.”

“Good girl,” Wyatt said.

He ripped a condom open and slid it on his cock slowly. My anticipation heightened. I craved his cock more than ever. Wyatt pinned me to the bed. He tortured me with sweet kisses down my body, taking special care of the part of my hip he adored. His body parted my legs. Bodysuit pulled aside; he slid his hard cock inside me. It was impossibly good. My body needed this, but the sweet look on his wonderful face brought me the most joy. This man loved me.

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