Page 111 of Royal Fling
“Me, neither.”
“Will you fuck me?” I asked. “Will you please make love to me?” I begged.
His breath quickened. So did his heart rate. I could feel it pounding between us. I imagined mine wasn’t any milder.
“Of course, baby. Of course, my prince,” he said.
His hand reached behind me and stretched my muscle with two fingers. I closed my eyes and surrendered my body to him, to his control, his fingers, his cock.
He inserted one digit, then two, making quick work of prepping me. Before long, he found lube in my jeans pockets and put his hand between my legs, reintroducing his two fingers to my hole before adding the third.
I was ready to come undone under his rule, but not before I felt him inside me. The real him. I squeezed his cock in my hand and whimpered, needing him now. Before I exploded.
“You want me to fuck you, my prince? Is that what you want?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment coming to an understanding. The understanding that yes, I wanted him, and that yes, I wanted him raw. There was no one else in this world for me. Just him.
“Then your wish is my command,” he said.
He sat up in bed, threw one leg around him, and lined up his dick with my hole.
When his crown pushed against me, I moaned and draped my hands around Luke’s nape.
“Please, Lucas. Please, just fuck me,” I said.
Luke kept his eyes on me and eased himself inside me, inch by inch, wave of pleasure after wave of pleasure until I was swimming in an ocean of it.
“Keep going, Lucas. Keep going, my king. Come inside me. Mark me as yours. Forever and ever after,” I sighed.
Luke bucked his hips in and out of me, my prostate getting the workout of a lifetime as he increased his speed. His gaze burned the back of my pupils, but I didn’t care. It could be the sun and I still wouldn’t look away.
I just wanted him. All of him.
“I’m yours, my king,” I moaned as my breath got out of control.
“You’re mine, my prince. You are mine!” Luke groaned again and again until his voice wavered, and I felt the pool of his heat filling me up.
My own cock pulsed and throbbed, and without even touching myself, I shot ropes of my white seed across both our torsos.
“I love you, Lucas,” I said, barely any energy left in me.
“I love you, too, August,” he reciprocated and collapsed on me, kissing me again.
He stayed glued to me, his head resting next to mine, our bodies working in unison as we soared back from the depth of our orgasm.
“I meant it, you know,” I said.
“What?” he asked without turning to look at me.
He didn’t need to. We were linked for life now. I was his forever.
“I’ll give it up. I’ll give it all up for you.”
“You don’t have to, August.”
“What?” I asked.
