Page 48 of Royal Affair
He knelt on the bed, his hands sliding up my legs to hook in the waistband of my knickers. With one swift movement, he tore the delicate lace apart, the sound of ripping fabric loud in the quiet room.
"I'll buy you new ones," he said, tossing the ruined underwear aside. "Dozens of them so that I can tear them off you."
The promise in his words—that this wouldn't be a one-time encounter—sent a thrill through me. But before I could dwell on it, his mouth was on my inner thigh, biting and sucking marks into my skin as he worked his way higher.
"James," I gasped, fighting to keep my hands where he'd placed them.
"So fucking beautiful," he murmured against my skin. "I've dreamed of tasting you for months."
Then his mouth was on me, his tongue delving into my pussy with devastating skill, and the savage heat rolled through me in waves. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as pleasure speared through me. He growled against my flesh; the vibration intensified the sensation.
"That's it," he said, his breath hot against my core. "Let me hear you. No one can hear us out here. You can scream as loud as you want when I make you come."
His words, combined with the relentless skill of his tongue, pushed me rapidly towards the edge. When he slid two thick fingers inside me, curving them to hit exactly the right spot, I shattered, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
"James!," I gasped, my hips lifting off the bed, desperate for more. My legs were vibrating, my body so close to unraveling again. He pulled back slightly, lips slick with my arousal, and looked up at me with dark, possessive eyes.
“Hmm, I said I have wanted you, I mean all of you.” I watched him straighten his pose, his cock still hard and rigid occasionally brushing against my thigh. I was losing my mind, but I caught the dark, dominating look in his eyes. Lifting mylegs, James positioned my feet on the edge of the bed. “Open your legs, nice and wide. "
“Whatever you do, do not touch me” I nodded, not understanding what he was about to do. James lowered to the floor. I had lost sight of him. My breathing already erratic, I brought my hands down to grip each side of my thighs, trying to stabilize them.
James was moving on the floor, and I could hear him, but I didn't know his plan. I was trying not to lose my mind. I felt his warm tongue dance across my labia, his teeth pinching my swollen pussy. My head rolled back, my back arching as he cupped my arse. James thrust his tongue deep and curling as he hit a spot that made me scream.
Hungry for my next orgasm his tongue and fingers worked together in unison, I started to break apart I didn’t think I could take much more, my thighs were now vibrating out of control, my clit was so swollen anytime James flicked, sucked and grazed me with his teeth it sent electric shockwaves up my spine.
There was nothing else I could do but beg for sweet release. I wanted his cock.
“James…James,please,James, I can't take much more.” I pleaded.
"Oh, but you will take much,much more. I want to be inside you when you fall apart next."
He withdrew his hand, then leaned forward, kissing me with filthy intention. He reached toward his trousers on the floor. He pulled something from the pocket—a small foil square.
He paused, holding it between his fingers.
"Are you on birth control?" his voice sounded like gravel.
"Yes," I breathed. "I'm on the pill."
His jaw tensed as his eyes met mine. "Good. But I’m still using this tonight. I want to last inside you. I don’t trust myselfnot to come too fast." He tore the foil open with his teeth, then held the condom out. “Put this on me.”
I sat up, taking the condom from his hand with trembling fingers. My eyes flicked down to his cock—thick, flushed, hard as steel. I pulled in my swollen lower lip, my teeth catching it,, then slowly rolled the latex over him, inch by inch, savouring the way he hissed between his teeth.
“Fuck, Princess,” he growled. “You’re going to make me lose it before I even get inside you.”
Once the condom was on, he pushed me back onto the bed with one powerful hand and spread my thighs with the other. The tip of his cock pressed against my throbbing clit, hot and heavy and demanding.
“Last chance,” he warned, voice tight. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Then don’t stop,” I whispered, eyes locked on him. “I want it. I want you. Hard. Now.”
With a growl that sounded more animal than man, he slammed into me with one brutal thrust.
I cried out, the sudden fullness stealing my breath, the stretch so intense it bordered on pain—but it was exquisite, exactly what I’d begged for.
“Fuck,” he ground out, eyes clenched shut. “You’re so fucking tight. My cock was made for you.”
As he moved, his thrusts were punishing and deep, his body slamming into mine over and over, the headboard cracking against the wall with each relentless stroke. I clung to the sheets, my whole body jolting beneath him.
