Page 43 of Filthy Royal

Her haze receded. “I-I don’t understand.”

“You will.” He chuckled. That dark, mesmerizing sound that drove her wild. That made her willing to risk all to hear it again. “You trust me, right?”

“I do.” She didn’t even hesitate.

“Good.”

In the next heartbeat, the bristles of the brush skimmed her back and over the rise of her bottom. It was the faintest of touches, like claws dragging gently across her skin.

Goosebumps erupted, pleasure rippling through her.

The head of the brush prodded between her thighs. Its soft plastic handle—coated in the same oil he’d used on her back—foreign, taboo, and unbelievably erotic.

She parted her legs.

“Good girl.” His voice was a dark rasp as he rewarded her, the round handle gliding between the cheeks of her bottom to roll over her puckered rosebud. “Can’t neglect this sweet, soft part of you. Just like that tempting pussy, I’ve got to get you ready for me here.”

“Yes.” Her hips lifted, the sensation decadent and delicious.

“That’s my girl. My wild thing. Ready to let me take care of you, just like we both need.”

The mattress shifted as he settled between her legs and used his knees to spread her wider, the tip of the handle probing.

“Relax.” His gruff command thrummed through her. “Push down.”

He’d prepared her well. Let her body limp, open to whatever he wanted.

She did as told, groaning as the small, round tip slid less than an inch into her ass, awakening new nerve endings, bringing pleasure and the sweetest bite of pain.

All she could do was moan.

Especially as his other hand slid beneath her hips to cup her sex, the pad of his thumb working her clit. Sensation bombarded her. Her bottom rising and falling in time with the shallow thrusts of the handle and the strong fingers toying with her slick, swollen pussy. Stretching her. Pleasuring her. Training her so she would be ready for him.

It was sinful. It was filthy. It was perfect.

“More. Please.” Her legs spread wider, chasing the pleasure only he could give her.

“That’s right, Omega. This is what you need. And soon, it’ll be my cock here. Claiming every inch of you.”

She came apart screaming his name, her climax more intense than any she’d ever experienced.

Colors burst behind her eyes, bright and beautiful, power surging through her.

She came back to herself in stages, her breath coming in pants, her body pliant and flushed.

“Stay just like that.” Damien rolled her easily onto her back. “’Cause I am not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”

His mouth claimed her sex, his tongue working the sensitive bundle of nerves as his hands gripped her thighs and spread her wide.

“Damien!” Again, she soared, her body so relaxed that she rolled instantly into the next climax, its dark energy cresting over her and pulling her under with each exquisite flick of his tongue.

Then, he was above her, his expression fierce, the veins in his neck and forearms bulging as he jerked the laces of his leathers apart and grabbed his cock, his fist moving faster and faster over the ridges of his shaft as he grunted her name.

Unwilling to miss out, she shifted to her knees, her hand covering his, sliding her palm in tandem as she fit her mouth around as much of the fat head of his cock as she could, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard.

“Fuck, yes. Take what you can, baby.” He rocked his hips, shallow thrusts that spilled precum into her mouth. “Because soon, I’ll be coming inside you. My cock filling you as my knot swells so big and thick it locks me to you and not a single drop spills as I feed that pussy what it needs. Breed you, like I need.”

She moaned low, her head bobbing eagerly.

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