Page 45 of Royal Darling
He slips a finger inside me, thrusting deep, and then another, his thumb stroking at the same time. White-hot pleasure spears through me. Within seconds, I’m riding his hand shamelessly, drowning in sensation. Oh God. My body clamps down on his fingers, on the edge of release, when suddenly he pulls them out. I whimper over the loss.
He holds me firmly by the hips and takes one long lick. My breath shudders out, my hips tilting toward him, eager for more.
His words run hot over my most sensitive area. “Let me hear those dirty, improper words.” His finger trails lightly over me, circling my opening, teasing me.
I’m desperate for more. Closing my eyes, I whisper, “Eat my pussy.” A thrill goes through me. I mentioned the unmentionable. I ambad.
One finger traces light teasing circles. “Did you say something? I couldn’t make out the words.”
“Eat my pussy,” I order loud and clear before blushing furiously. What if the guards heard me? Embarrassment vanishes a moment later as he grips my hips, his tongue flicking in light teasing strokes, making me crazy. I spread my legs farther apart, opening myself to him, need drawing me in. His mouth closes over me hungrily, and I’m rocked into an oblivion of pleasure that overwhelms me, my mind shutting down.
He consumes me.
I rock against his mouth as his fingers roam, tracing me, seeming to learn me by feel. By the time his fingers thrust inside me, I’m greedy for it. My body clamps around him as he thrusts over and over, his mouth urging me on, the pressure building inside me. It’s unbelievably raw, and I’m one quivering nerve, on the edge of release. Suddenly I don’t want it to end. I try to hold back, focusing on anything else, the weather, my ugly dresses, wrong discordant notes.
He lifts me up, off his mouth, his fingers stroking me firmly, rapidly. My entire body trembles. “Thought I lost you, dirty girl,” he rasps, his rough voice scraping against my insides. “You back now?”
“Yes,” I gasp out. “Fuck, Jackson. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
And then his mouth is back, a light teasing touch that makes me quiver before he sucks hard. I cry out as the climax slams into me, my body shuddering with it. Wave after wave of pleasure floods my body as he gentles, his big hands clamped on my hips, guiding me through, letting me ride it out. Oh God. I gasp as another sunburst of pleasure rocks me, radiating all the way to my toes. Holy Jackson Walker! I have never been multi-orgasmic.
I’m euphoric. I want to hug him, laugh and dance with the pure joy of it, but I literally cannot move.
He lifts me off him and sets me on the mattress. I flop onto my back. And then he gets out of bed and walks away. I’m mildly curious where he’s going, but not enough to move. I just lie there, stunned.
A few moments later, his deep voice reaches me, a hint of teasing in it. “Now, look what’s become of proper Emma. Naked and spent. What’s next, dirty girl?”
I crack open my eyes. He’s standing next to the bed, wearing a condom, looking like a sex god I want more than my next breath. “Fuck me.”
“I love hearing fuck out of that sweet mouth,” he growls as he covers me with his body, guides himself in place, and slides inside in one smooth thrust. It is glorious. A delicious ache, the joining that I craved.
He groans long and low. “So tight. Jesus. So good.” He laces our fingers together and pins my hands on the mattress, rocking slowly into me, over and over and over.
The orgasm builds inside me right away, my body primed for him. “You’re so good at this,” I gasp out.
“God, Emma, you’re something.” He kisses me leisurely, tasting of me and him and sex. I can hardly believe he’s being so generous. Part of me thought it would be rough, wild, and done before I even got started. His teeth close over my earlobe, giving it a tug. “You always say what you feel?”
“Only when I feel it strongly. You’re extraordinary at fucking. You should get an award.”
He lifts his head, his gaze heavy-lidded, a smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks.”
I buck my hips under him. “Though I confess I thought it would be a little wilder.”
“Too tame, eh?” He grumbles something to himself and pulls out.
I’m about to protest when he kneels between my legs, hikes my ankles over his shoulders, and presses my thighs to his chest. He grabs my hips and thrusts inside, pulling me onto him at the same time. My breath catches. He’s deep and, oh God, the angle is exactly what I need, the intensity instantly ratcheting up.
I’m caught in his grip, his thrusts rough and deep and relentless. I give myself over to it, sensations rippling through me, and then everything in me coils tight. The explosion of pleasure steals my breath.
He thrusts again and again, pounding into me. “Louder. Let go. Give me everything.”
“I’m d-done.” It’s too much, my senses on overload.
His fingers reach between my legs, stroking me as he thrusts. White hot. Intense. I’m panting, shaking, whimpering incoherently as the pleasure builds and builds and builds. The world goes dim. There’s nothing but Jackson’s demanding fingers, his hard thrusts pounding into me, my body coiling tighter even as he opens me up. He’s talking, filthy words that wash over me in a sexy gravelly melody, driving me on. I’m nothing but throbbing pulsing need, and then I’m gone, the scream ripped from my lungs as I come apart. He holds me tight, thrusting through my release, igniting more shock waves of pleasure before he lets go with a roar, his head thrown back, the cords of his neck exposed.
My lips part at the sight of Jackson letting go, as I take everything he has to give, my breath harsh, my heart pounding. It’s primal and animal and exactly what I want.
What I need.
