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He charged toward me, taking a handful of my shirt and shoving me to my back on the bed. Confused and upset, I watched as he crawled on top of me. I didn’t know what he was going to do: hit me or fuck me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice cracking.
Royal grabbed the bottom of my shirt and yanked it up and over my head before throwing it to the floor. I’d never seen him like that. Uninhibited and angry, but also driven by a sexual desire to dominate.
“I don’t want your apologies.” He grazed his fingernails down my chest before popping the button on my jeans and working the zipper down. “All I want is this.”
I jolted when he palmed my dick through my boxers.
“Royal, we shouldn’t do this,” I panted before gritting my teeth. He’d shoved down my pants, my boxers with them, and had taken me in his hand. “Fuck. What are you doing?”
My head told me to stop him, but my body responded to his touch.
He scooted down and took my cock in his mouth. I gripped the sheet beneath me and groaned deep in my throat.
“Goddammit, Royal, we…” I dropped my head back against the wall, as he gently tugged my ball sac and massaged my tip with his eager mouth. “We shouldn’t—”
“Gray?” Royal looked up at me, and through his anger, I saw something else, too. Wanton need. “Shut up and let me do this.”
Fine. If he wanted to hate-fuck, so be it. I wasn’t going to stop him.
Royal sucked my cock, his mouth working the head as he pumped my shaft.
I knotted my fingers in his black hair, about to lose my damn mind. It’d been a while since I’d been laid. I’d gotten offers, sure, but I’d been too focused on my work. Plus, ever since Royal came back into my life, all I wanted was him.
Unlike when we used to have sex, he didn’t spend much time getting me worked up. He did the bare minimum before tugging down his pants and stroking himself. I nudged his hand aside and replaced it with mine, sliding it up and down his hardening dick.
“Mm.” Royal’s thighs tightened around my hips.
As I jerked him, he reached back and fucked his hole with his own fingers. If I hadn’t already been rock hard, that would’ve done the trick. With a frustrated sigh, he leaned over and opened the drawer beside the bed, taking out a big bottle of lube. A big bottle that was less than a quarter full.
A growl worked its way up my throat. I hated the thought of another man pleasing him.
Royal either didn’t notice my sudden irritation or didn’t care. He drizzled lube on his fingers before reaching behind him and continuing to stretch himself.
“Let me do that for you,” I purred, gripping his waist.
His eyes lowered to mine, and a smile curved his lips. “I’m managing just fine on my own.”
What the fuck? He was being unnecessarily cruel. He knew how much I loved prepping him. Maybe that was why he denied me. The sex was just as much a punishment as it was a way to scratch an itch.
My cock glided across his as he rolled his hips, his fingers probing his hole in a way that tested my self-control. Once again, I could’ve overpowered him. Could’ve thrown him to his back and dipped my fingers into that sweet ass of his. But he called the shots that night.
Royal grabbed a condom from the bedside table and tore it open before rolling it onto my dick. He was totally using me as his personal sex toy.
He didn’t want me to touch him or talk. He just wanted to dominate.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I asked, trying and failing to suppress a groan as he stroked my dick, coating it in lube.
“Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
His gaze shifted to mine, and for a split second, I saw the tenderness in his eyes. He kissed me then, hard and deep. I wondered if he, too, was struggling with sharing his true feelings right then. His actions said one thing, but his kiss said another.
What we were doing…it wasn’t some hate-fuck, no matter how much he wanted me to think it was. Royal had never been that kind of guy. He was sensitive and sexual but never aggressive or spiteful.
He positioned my cock at his entrance. Our lips stayed linked as he slowly sunk down, his hole stretching wide to take me.
