Page 19 of Royal Pain
“Turn around, baby.” He says it softly, but there’s passion hiding underneath the words.
Slowly, I turn and let him have a good look. Funny, my ass was always something I didn’t like about myself. Too big, too round, too high. Now those very qualities are what makes it appealing in men’s eyes.
His hands cup my cheeks and move over the curve of me. Looking over my shoulder, an appreciative grin lights his face.
“Fucking perfect.”
As I turn to face him, emerald eyes lower to my breasts. Lips and tongue meet nipples.Oh baby! He plays with my desire, bringing me to a crest then backing away. He’s an artist with the tease.
My hand moves down his torso, to the edge of his waistband. I can see the top of his peen ravine. The words of a forgotten reality show cast member floats across my memory.The higher the ravine, the bigger the cock. I’m in trouble. Pulling his waistband away, I’m about to prove the theory. But a hand encircles my wrist and interrupts where I’m headed.
“Angel of mine.”
He stops our foreplay and picks me up. I’m a feather lifted by muscled arms. Setting me down against the thick bed pillows, he gazes in my eyes. His hand moves to his cock and he grabs ahold.
“Look what you’ve done.”
It matters not that he hasn’t even unzipped yet. I can make out the entire shape of his hard, big member. Thank you saints in heaven.
I lie back as he removes my heels and sets them beside the bed. Picking up my left foot, he kisses my arch then rubs it against his crotch. Toes wiggle and run the length of the hidden shaft. I want to see it, touch it. Taste it.
And his emerald eyes close with the sensation.
