Royally Not Ready(136)



“Fuck, Lilly,” he says as his mouth falls to my neck. “I missed you so damn much.”

“I missed you,” I say just as the door opens and a throat is cleared behind us.

We still, and on a gulp, I look over my shoulder, where I find Runa.

“Oh . . . uh, hi, Runa.”

“Miss Campbell, you’re to report to the grand entrance in ten minutes, and they’re not expecting you with disheveled clothes and smeared lipstick.”

I awkwardly laugh. “Uh, sorry, I got carried away.”

When I slide off Keller’s lap, Runa gives him the evil eye. “I’m pleased you two have found reconciliation, but, Keller, you know better than this. Not before an event.”

“Sorry.” He clears his throat as his hand clasps mine. “Won’t happen again.”

And then, with three squeezes, he stands from the settee and helps me rise. “Runa, can I have five minutes? I promise she’ll be ready.”

“She better be,” Runa says with a smirk before leaving.

Turning toward me, he lifts my chin and looks me in the eyes. “Forever mine?”

“Forever yours . . . my King.”

He smirks and presses another kiss to my lips, filling me with so much love and life that I know, from the depths of my heart, that even though I was so not ready for my royal adventure, I’m more than happy I took it.

I found family.

I found friends.

I found purpose.

And I found the love of my life.





Epilogue





KELLER





“Don’t move.”

“But . . . but I need to.”

I pause and lift from where I rest between her legs. “Who makes the rules in this bedroom?”

“You, my King,” Lilly whispers.

“And I said don’t move. So don’t fucking move.”

Her chest rises and falls, arching her back off the mattress, while my silk ties hold her arms and legs tightly in place.

I move between her legs and continue to lightly lap at her clit, barely touching her. Enough to drive her crazy but not to bring her the climax she’s chasing.

With her legs spread wide by the silk ties, I don’t have to do much other than flick my tongue and play with her entrance with my cock. I’ve been switching between penetrating her and then licking her.

I barely enter her, pump a few times, and then return to her clit.

It’s a goddamn tease to my own release, but more of a tease to her as she’s now writhing beneath me, needing more.

“You like that, love?”

“No,” she says breathlessly. “You’re teasing me. I want to come, but I can’t get there.”

“Mmm, shame,” I say as I rise up and bring my cock to her pussy. I slide it along her slit and watch her eyes roll back from the sensation.

“Yesss,” she breathes out as I take my cock away. “No . . . goddamn you.”

I chuckle and go back to flicking my tongue against her clit. But this time, I apply more pressure and feel her arousal grow, her pussy getting wetter with every flick.

“Fuck, yes, Keller . . . please, please keep going.”

But I pull away and grab the vibrator I was playing with earlier. I press it to my balls and turn it on, letting it vibrate the very base of my erection. I hiss out in pleasure as I start pumping my cock, giving myself what I need.

“Ah, fuck, this feels good.”

Her eyes grow heady as they focus on how my hand pulls over my length.

“You want a taste, love?”

“Yes,” she says, and I move up the bed and place my tip in her mouth. She sucks me in, and it’s so fucking good that I push farther into her mouth.

“Heaven,” I mutter as I pull out and then push back in. It feels so good that it’s only a few pumps until I pull away. “I’m tempted to fuck your mouth until I come, but I need that greedy cunt.”

I move back down to her body, rub the head of my cock over her slit a few more times, and then slip inside, all the way, bottoming out.

“God . . . yes.” She gulps as her chest lifts. I capture her breast in my mouth and suck on her nipple. I play with her piercing, rolling it between my teeth and nibbling as I pulse in and out of her. I feel her clench around me, and I know it will be soon. I lift from her chest, grip her hips, where I dig my fingers into her skin, and I pump into her rapidly.

Her moans meet my groans.

Her attempted thrusts match mine.

And the tension in her body pulls tight on the ties.

I pause and release all her limbs and then fall on my back, where I let her take control.

Riding me, she thrusts her hips over mine, repeatedly, her pelvis moving so fast, I can’t control the expedited climb of my orgasm as I watch her tits jiggle above me, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

And then her pussy clenches around my cock and a long, drawn-out moan falls past her lips as she comes.

With that, I flip her to her back, press down on her stomach, and I fuck her so hard, I can barely breathe as white-hot pleasure tears through me, my orgasm taking over and stilling my body until there’s nothing left to take.

I pull out of her and roll to the side, bringing my arm over my eyes as I catch my breath.

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