Page 130 of Wicked Games (Fallen Royals 2)

Once I’m settled on his lap, my knees on either side of his hips, I kiss him again. I want the distraction. For him to take me to another place.

His hands skate up my sides, over my uniform shirt. He undoes the buttons one at a time, revealing my white camisole and nude bra. He takes his time looking me up and down. His dick hardens against my thigh, and I can’t hide my wicked smile.

I like turning him on. Affecting him as much as he affects me.

I’m also glad I wore the skirt today, even if it’s freezing out.

He unclips my bra and pushes down the cami, exposing my breasts. He guides me forward and puts his mouth on my nipple, his tongue flicking out. I let my head fall back, sucking in a deep breath.

He continues his assault, his hand going to my other nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

“Fuck,” I exhale. “You could make me come like that.”

He chuckles, barely pulling back. “Yeah?”

He renews his assault. His teeth graze my breast, and fire spreads through me. I grind on him, unable to stop myself.

“Condom?”

He tips his head back and grins. “Eager, are you?”

I grab his face and slam my lips to his, showing him just how eager I am. My hands go to his pants, unzipping them, then navigating his hard length out. I’m a heartbeat away from saying fuck the condom when he breaks the kiss.

“Glove compartment,” he grunts.

I let him find it, need thrumming through me like a livewire.

“Caleb,” I whimper, stroking him. He jumps in my hand.

Condom on. Panties pushed to the side.

I’m soaking wet. His finger pushes into me, curling. My eyelids flutter.

His hands go to my hips, lifting me slightly, and he slides in. We both groan. He just… fits. Perfection.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, claiming my lips again in a quick kiss.

His teeth drag against my lower lip. There’s no more talking after that. We stare into each other’s eyes. He guides the pace, slamming me down on him. Our faces are close enough that we could kiss if either of us moved a fraction of an inch closer.

He leans me back and suddenly hits a whole new spot. My mouth parts. I hang on to his shoulders, letting him press me back on the steering wheel. He darts forward, leaving a trail of kisses down my throat, my collarbone. He bites my breast, then soothes it with his tongue a second later.

Kiss.

Bite.

Lick.

My fingers slip into his hair, tugging. I’m coming undone, thread by thread. Falling apart in his hands. He sucks on my nipple, and that’s it.

His gaze flies up to mine. I shatter. My whole body pulses. He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him as the orgasm sweeps through me. I don’t realize we’ve stilled until I slowly come back.

“Hold on,” he warns me.

He grips my waist and thrusts his hips up. I tighten my hold on his shoulders, and he pounds into me without restraint. Chasing a high.

A minute later, he freezes, his eyes on me. He groans.

We stare at each other.

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