Page 66 of Royal
We crash together in a kiss borne of anger, but it quickly morphs into desperate longing and indescribable intensity. Her lips part under mine, and I lick inside her mouth to discover how she tastes. Like heaven. She fucking tastes like heaven. Groaning, I lap her up, my tongue diving in over and over to stroke with hers and explore every inch. Impatient, she grasps my neck and holds my mouth to hers as we war with each other, all while our bodies strain to get closer. She’s warm and soft and, god, I want my dick inside her more than anything.
I roughly push her against the door, making it rattle with the force of it. And these nipples of hers that have been calling to me since I first got a look at her across the dance floor, they tempt me like nothing else, clearly visible through her shirt. Deepening the kiss as she desperately claws at my body to get closer, I pull the crisscross of her shirt to one side, and when I look down, it’s to see her bare breast on display. No bra. Just a plump mound and a dusky pink bud. My eyes flick to hers and her back arches. On a moan, I dive down, taking her needy nipple into my mouth, and suck, swirling my tongue around. She’s a feast for every one of my senses. “So fucking sweet,” I growl.
And I will take every bit she’s willing to give me. I nudge my thigh between her legs and grasp at the material of the stretchy skirt she’s wearing. It needs out of my way right fucking now. I quickly drag it up to her waist and make her straddle my jean-covered thigh. Her body moving against mine has bombs exploding in my head until all I can think and feel is her. Every pass of her pussy over my leg makes her shudder with pleasure. I bring her lips back to mine and voraciously lick and suck on them as her hips buck, seeking out more friction.
I groan, needing her more with every fucking second. Her eyes are dazed, and her lips dewy and pink when I shift the leg she’d been riding to the side, opening her up for me. My gaze slips down between us, noting the lacy black thong. I dip my fingers between her legs. “You’re soaked.” The words sound rough and gravelly to my ears, like they’re being ripped from deep inside me. I pull the thong aside and insert two fingers directly into her pussy, coating them with her juices before slipping them back out to rub circles around her clit.
Her head falls back, thumping against the door, but she doesn’t seem to care. She’s panting, and I get the idea that I’d like to steal every last one of her breaths. Staring into my eyes as I touch her, she pleads, “Kiss me. I need your mouth on mine.” Her words are full of unabashed desire. Longing.
I plunge my tongue back into her mouth, and the result is a frenzy as I bring her closer and closer to orgasm. She gives as good as she gets, too, biting and licking and sucking, and then… she goes for my belt buckle, undoing it before she quickly pops the button on my jeans and yanks the zipper down. I strip out of my shirt as my cock springs free, so fucking hard and dripping from the tip.
As I grope inside my pocket for the condom I’d put there on the off chance I’d need it, her gaze falls to my dick, and she blinks. And then blinks again.
“Oh my fuck.” She takes a deep breath, her eyes wide.
“You’ll say more than that in a sec.” I roll the condom on, lift her into my arms and pin her against the wall.
Her legs wrap around my hips, her feet locking behind me in those sexy high-heeled sandals. Fuck, I wish I could see them. I make a mental note to fuck her in nothingbutthose heels next time. She clutches at my shoulders, her breath coming in frantic gusts. “Are we doing this?”
“Do youwantto do this?” I give her a questioning smirk.
Her eyes find mine, and she nods. “Yes. Yes, I want this.”
“Good.” Pulling her thong to the side, I notch my cock at her opening and thrust into her body. Her gasp of surprise has my lips twitching, and as I pull back so I can drive into her again, I catch the second gasp in my mouth.
She’s so goddamn tight, my eyes practically roll back in my head. Somehow, she’s managing to take all of me. It’s fucking impressive. I stroke into her, over and over, and I know she’s about to lose it. She’d been close to orgasm before, but now? With the piercings gliding inside and hitting her in all the right spots? Yeah. It won’t be long.
“Oh god. Oh. God.” Her body jerks, and I put my palm on her naked breast, squeezing before I flick her nipple with my thumb. “Oh. Oh fuuuck,” she moans out as her legs begin to quiver and quake. Her heart thrums like a hummingbird’s wing under my hand. She’s excited. Very fucking excited.
The only thing that would make this better is if I could hear my name fall from her lips. But I don’t want her to call me Emory.Fuck.“Feel good?” I’ve picked up some speed, and with each thrust, there’s a very definite noise the door makes as we test its limits.
She blinks, staring at me as if she’s not really seeing me for a second, then she clutches at me, her mouth finding my neck. Kissing me there, she stutters, “Y-yes. F-fuck.” Gasping, she moans, “Oh god. I’m coming. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
The pulsing of her cunt around my cock nearly has me losing it, too, but I’msonot done with her. I brace myself against the door for a second while she comes down from her release, slowly sliding in and out of her arousal-soaked pussy. Then, once she seems to have recovered, I shift her in my arms. Her legs are like noodles, and she doesn’t argue as I slip my arms underneath each of them, hooking her knees over my arms. My cock hovers right at her entrance, the head just inside. I know she can feel the piercings from the way her chest is jerking and shuddering.
“Oh. Oh my—”
I squint at her with one eye, my brow arched, trying to gauge her reaction as I thrust my hips forward and upward, burying my dick in her pretty little cunt. Her mouth drops open, and I lean forward, swiping my tongue over her lip. She tries to kiss me, but I pull back, shaking my head. “Uh-uh. Look down. Look at us. Watch me fuck you.”
Royal’s going to fucking kill me. But this was always part of the plan. The question is how badly I’m going to regret it.
THIRTY-TWO
ECHO
Oh,fuck. Every stroke of Emory’s long, thick erection is lighting me up on the inside. And he wants me to look at our bodies coming together, which, frankly, with my legs splayed like this, is very, very hard to miss. Over and over again, his huge, pierced dick disappears into my pussy—and I feel him fucking everywhere. Pleasure streams through my body. I’ve already come once, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to happen again.
This guy, who I only met a week ago… he’s fucking me. He’s only the second person I’ve ever been with. But I like Emory. He’s hot. He’s sweet to me. Protective. And there have been one too many people telling me what I should or shouldn’t do tonight. Fuck them. Fuck them all. And definitely fuck Emory. Fucking Emory is thebestidea.
He comes in close and grinds into me as our lips meet again. This man knows what he’s doing. He has me spinning, not quite knowing what to think, except that I feel so fucking good.
An image of him kissing Benneti pops into my head, and like it has from the first time I saw them together, it turns me on. Each thrust into my body results in very wet noises, and I’d be embarrassed, but I can’t be. I attack his mouth, thinking now about the two of them going at it is making me gush down below. It’s as if I can feel every pump of blood through my body centered in my clit and pussy. Is it wrong that I’m getting off on thinking about the two of them together?
“Emory? You in there?” A hand slaps the opposite side of the door.
I freeze, feeling the vibration throughout my body. Holy shit.
Emory’s eyes lock on mine. In a soft low voice, he says, “It’s Benneti. Do you want him to know you’re in here?”
