Page 82 of Royal Affair
His hands slid down to my hips, lifting me effortlessly until my legs wrapped around his waist without breaking the kiss, he moved us away from the pool's edge, pressing me against a nearby column. I gasped at the contrast of cold stone against my back and his burning heat against my front.
He swallowed my gasp, as if it had been a meal his soul had been craving.
James gently lowered me down, my feet meeting the smooth cool marble, sending a cold electric charge up my legs.
A stark contrast to the intoxicating delicious fire that was growing in my stomach. Grabbing his hand, I pulled him towards the balcony overlooking the pool. Once up there, our breathing laboured, sucking in air as quick as we expelled it. I would be the one giving orders tonight.
“Hold on to the railings,” I ordered him. I took a step away from him, my eyes trailing down him. I took in the vision of a sunset backlit James with his hands wrapping the balcony railing, fingers desperate to grip anything that would hold his crumbling restraint to obey me, the dominant in him, clawing at the edges trying to take over and consume me - this was a delicious thought, but not as delicious as having James at my mercy.
My eyes drank James in as I moved back towards him, our bodies close enough that the fabric of our clothes brushed together — a thin veil separating us. As our eyes locked together. I placed the tips of my fingers against his chest.
The rapid beating of his heart was so powerful it made my fingers tingle.
"I may become queen, but you are the only one I will bend the knee for." James's eyes went wide with realisation. As I trailed my fingers down his chest, lowering myself to the ground.
Our eyes were still locked together, while my fingers curled around the waist of his shorts. I started to pull them down.
My own arousal now soaked through my underwear. The inside of my thighs now coated with my arousal, now moved with ease as I positioned myself at the feet of James.
“What are you doing, princess?” he whispered.
I said nothing, stretching the fabric of his shorts, the pads of my fingers tracing over his taut and muscular carved waist. I released his king sized cock. His shorts slid down his legs, gathering around his ankles. He was hard as steel, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to fit him into my mouth. As I leaned forward, my swollen lips opened, letting my tongue swirl around the head of his cock.
“DO NOT MOVE YOUR HANDS…understand?,” The only response James gave was a nod of his head whispering …. “Yes your highness” He obeyed me. I felt something unleash,guiding his cock closer to my mouth, my teeth gently clamped around his cock. I could feel his pulse quicken, pushing my teeth down and my tongue still swirled around him. I removed my teeth, hearing a panicked breath leaving his mouth. My lips closed around his sensitive pulsing cock. My tongue twirled around, giving his cock a lap dance. I pushed my tongue into the eye. As I tasted his pre-cum, I craved more. James let out a bone-crushing growl as my teeth ran around his bulbous, blood-engorged cock my tongue played with the little piece of skin under the rim, my teeth grazing against it a couple of times.
“Hmmmm, delicious” spilled out of my mouth while my tongue licked him. I slowly made the crown of his cock pop inand out of my mouth, the sound like a champagne bottle being un-corked.
“Keep your hands on the railing.” A cruel smile stretched across my lips as I slowly blinked up through my lashes. James was falling apart, I was enjoying every god damn minute of it.
“Fuck,” he swore, but he obeyed me. As sweat gathered on my brow, my tongue traced along the tight, pulsing vein that stretched under his thick girth. Taking my sweet time serving up my special brand of exquisite torture. My eyes still locked on James, my vision partially disrupted. Looking up through my eyelashes at him, I slid his cock into my mouth—I mean I at least attempted to. As I sucked him, I could gradually feel my cheeks hollow out, creating a tight suction. My jaw was beginning to hyperextend as my mouth accommodated his size. His flavour profile was salty and delicious, and my glands began salivating uncontrollably.
“Princess, is your pretty cunt ready for me already? You know what’s going to happen once I have you bent over this railing?”
I was drenched for him, but I made an acknowledging sound while his cock filled my mouth. His cock was monstrous in size, and it kept expanding. His cock hit the back of my throat. I cursed myself for having a gag reflex, but my pussy was throbbing, and I had James at my mercy, I kept sucking. He tasted delicious. This was one meal I was not passing up. My saliva—started to dripped down the side of my mouth.
“You’re such a filthy princess, on your knees sucking your bodyguard. I wonder how soaked you are. Shall I stick my fingers inside you and find out?.”
I moved a hand down to his balls. I could feel them tightening at my touch. Gently I squeezed them. I could hear the rumble of a growl in his throat. His knuckles were now turning white. The balcony railing squeaked with the addedtension James was applying. I was reveling in my own twisted participation in his agony. My jaw was in agony, but I did not care. The feeling of him in my mouth was an aphrodisiac of immeasurable quality.
I knew my time of power was disintegrating rapidly with every movement of my tongue and my fingers. Delivering my final stroke of torture, cupping his balls, I eased my hand flat. Extending my index finger, I stroked the velvety smooth skin separating his testicles.
That was the stroke that broke James, and I had obliterated my time of dominance. An animalistic roar ripped from his throat. Our connection severed as he arched his back, his head tilting. His hands, now released, gripped each side of my head.
Leaving me completely at his mercy.
James carefully regained control. Fisting my hair, he started fucking my mouth. His hips and thighs were straining; my heart was jackhammering inside my chest. James was ruthless and savage; my tears started streaming as he unmercifully fucked my mouth.
“You love it when I fuck your mouth,” he growled, as he thrust into mouth. His cock kept hitting the back of my throat, and I was struggling not to gag. (Damn you, gag reflex, never thought I would hate having it, but now at this very moment I do!)
I never thought this could be so wild, but he was right. I loved servicing him like this. James growled, breathing hard, and tightened the grip on my hair. There was a moment when I thought I wasn't able to take anymore; he was coming. The warm semen hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed him whole. Took everything that he gave me. When he pulled away, I gasped, letting my head finally tilt down. Slowly, I lifted my head. My eyes connected with James. He watched me lick my lips, my tongue sweeping any piece of him back into my mouth. Ibreathed as if my lungs craved oxygen after being released from a chokehold. My arousal dripped down my legs.
James needed a moment to pull himself together, but then he glanced at me, hurled me back to a standing position.
“Christ almighty, princess, you made my soul leave my body, what the fuck!. This will be fast.”
I didn’t even have a chance to say anything because he turned me around, ripped my knickers off and then had me bend over the balcony. My head was spinning from the intensity and the heat.
“James, please, we don’t need a condom. I’m on the pill,” I told him, feeling like I might die if he wouldn’t trust his giant dick into me.
