Page 7 of Depraved Royals

Her fingertips graze my cock as she works her clit. I see her jaw clench, and her pussy does the same, clamping down on me as I slam into her. She moves her hips to meet mine, and I feel the tension building inside me.

Dani closes her eyes.

“Fuckinglookat me,” I say, slowing down, “or I won’t let you come.”

Her eyes are wide as saucers, her mouth dropping open with indignation.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” she cries, pushing her hand into my lower back as she writhes, trying to slide along my cock and keep the feeling going.

I want to deny her, and I will.But not today.

“Eyes on me.Now.”

Dani scowls as she fixes me with a stare. I move again.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” she says, running her fingers through my hair. She rubs her clit feverishly as I fuck her, and her back arches as her orgasm takes over.

“Oh my God,” she cries. Her slick inner walls spasm and pulse as I race toward my release.

“God gets no credit here,” I say, speeding up. “Whose cock is fucking you right now?”

“Yours,” she says, her voice shaking.

I push her legs back even further, chasing my climax.

“Say thank you. Come on.”

“Thank you, Kal,” she gasps, and it’s enough. I brace myself on my arms and breathe heavily as my cock twitches, emptying my come into her pussy.

I pull away, pushing my body up and away from her. There’s a substantial damp patch soaking into my expensive sofa, right between those soft thighs, and I don’t give a shit.

I just fucked Dani Pushkin. Probably shouldn’t have. But I absolutely will do it again.

First things first.

I hold out my hand, and Dani looks at me through her heavy eyelids.

“What?” she asks.

“I’ll help you to the shower. That’s what you wanted, right?”

3

Dani

I’m unsteady on my feet, but Kal holds my hand as we walk to the ensuite. I sit on the edge of the bathtub as he reaches into the walk-in shower cubicle, adjusting the dial.

The water explodes from the shower head with a roar.

“Get clean,” Kal says. He leaves, closing the door behind him.

My pussy throbs with aftershocks of my orgasm.

I don’t know what possessed me. Never in my life have I been that obvious.

I never want a man to see how much I want him because they only take advantage and leave you feeling like an idiot when they discard you like trash. But that was undeniably a proposition on my part. I may as well have jumped on him.

I step into the flow of water. It’s like standing in a monsoon. The shower head is bigger than my television screen at home, and the water pressure is good and strong. I face the wall and sigh as the stream pummels my muscles, reviving me.

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