Page 58 of Brighter Than Gold

“Sorry.”

“Ride my hand. Show me how you like to be touched, Princess.”

Reyah moved in slow, languid motions over my hand. She pressed her chest against mine as she rocked her hips back and forth. I began to curl my fingers against her, and she tucked her head into my neck to quiet her satisfied moans.

I curled again and again, meeting each needy thrust. Her hands laced through my hair and tightened as her body began to cinch down around my fingers. She was becoming so tight, and I couldn’t help but imagine how she would feel on my cock. I was painfully hard, between the writhing over top of me, her moans, and the feel of her cunt, I was so near the edge.

“Faster, please,” she whispered against me, and I complied. After a moment, her whole torso stiffened and her breathing went quiet, the calm before the storm.

I pulsed inside of her body, so tight and so wet, until she began to shake and tremble over me. She tried to quiet herself, but her moans were as obvious as her bodies contractions. The rhythmic tightening and loosening of her muscles around my hand was so very gratifying. Her warm breath on my neck like a reward for my efforts.

Reyah slumped when I finally withdrew my hand. “Welcome back,” I said in a low voice as she opened her eyes again.

“I wasn’t very quiet.”

I chuckled. “No, darling, you weren’t.” A few eyes still darted over to us.

“What now?”

“Now I take you back to our room, and if you’re so inclined, I’d love for you to choke on my cock for a while. If I like what you do, maybe I’ll put my tongue on you until you are a weeping puddle beneath me. Would that suit you, Princess?”

Reyah’s mouth was agape at my words, and she nodded excitedly. How was I ever going to handle this woman?

“But Lazio and Warrick…”

“We’re less likely to draw any attention if we aren’t in the room. Even without the promise of your sweet lips on me, I’d feel safer if you were back there.”

We rose from where we were seated, and I tucked Reyah closely behind me.

“Walton, don’t let the boys tell Warrick about me. He doesn’t know yet and I’d like to be the one to tell him.”

He looked up at me with a smirk from beneath Kindra’s gyrating hips. “He’ll be chuffed that one of the gener—”

“And don’t call me that here. I don’t need the whole fucking town knowing who I am.”

“Of course. Apologies.”

Without another word, I pulled Reyah away from there and back to the safety of our room.

Chapter13

Reyah

Callan kept good on his promise. Thrice. Between his hands and his mouth, I had been completely undone, and when I couldn’t take anymore, I happily drifted off to sleep. The room was sunny and bright when I woke hours later to the sound of our door closing.

“Breakfast?” I asked, bleary-eyed.

“Lunch.”

I sat up confused and saw Callan looking over the tray of food.

“You slept right through breakfast, Princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” I said as I flung myself back down into the pillows.

Callan chortled. “You didn’t object to it last night.”

“Well, that was…night. Now it’s daytime and I hate it.”

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