Royally Not Ready(70)

He holds steady, still.

I don’t move, waiting.

The silent night sweeps around us.

The tension grows thick.

And with every second that ticks by, I can feel myself losing control until . . . it snaps.

I release his face and reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head and dropping it on the floor, leaving me in nothing other than a pair of cheeky underwear.

“Fuck . . . me,” he whispers as his eyes fall to my chest. From the tempting lick of his lips and the slight thrust of his hips against mine, I take that as my green light.

I bring my breast to his mouth and run my nipple along his lip. His grip grows tighter, and his mouth slightly parts, just enough for my nipple to slip in.

And . . . he sucks on it.

I let out a low groan as he pulls on the tight nub. I place my hands around the back of his head, holding him close.

He pulls my breast deeper into his mouth, only for his tongue to lap at my piercing.

“Yes, Keller, please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t.

Sliding his hands up my sides to my breasts, he cups both of them as he brings his mouth to my other breast. His coarse scruff marring my skin feels amazing, the scrape of it sending a chill up my spine. And the warmth of his mouth is everything I fantasized about, everything I need in this moment.

When his mouth releases my breast, I lower so we’re face to face, our eyes meeting, and that’s when I start rocking on him, grinding down on his length, watching intently as he wets his lips.

“Lilly, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“I have an idea.” I bring my hands to his pecs and rock faster.

“You won’t be able to handle me.”

“Try me.”

“I’m too rough.” He slides his fingers under the fabric of my underwear and grips my flesh tight in his palms.

I let out a silent gasp as a wave of arousal falls through me.

“I like it rough,” I answer.

“I’m demanding.” He moves me faster over his lap. “I won’t always give you what you want, and I take everything I need. I’ll control you. I’ll possess you. I’ll make it so if you ever leave my bed, you’ll never be satisfied by anyone else.”

“I expect nothing less from you.”

“You don’t want this, Lilly.”

I grip his jaw and force him to look at me. “I fucking want you. Give me what you can offer.”

His gaze is wild, his grip grows tighter, and in the blink of an eye, he stands from the chair, carrying me with him, only to push me back on the bed. He grips my hands and places them above my head while lowering his mouth to my neck. His lips mark me, running up the column, and then down to my chest. His tongue drags across my skin, lapping at my breasts, right before he bites down on my nipple.

“God!” Pain pulses through me, followed by utter satisfaction as he sucks on my nipple, bringing the sensation to another level.

“Keep your hands above your head. Do not move them. Understood?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer.

He lifts up from me and stares down, his hand dragging over his mouth, down his powerful chest, over his rippled abs, and to the waistband of his underwear. He pulls the fabric down, revealing his extremely large cock. My eyes light up and my mouth goes dry from the sight of him. He strokes his length, pulling on the sensitive skin as he stares down at me, pumping fast, pumping hard. It’s so sexy, I feel my underwear go wet.

When he releases himself, he lines his cock along my slit, and then he pulses over my underwear.

“Yesss,” I nearly cry. I’ve wanted this for so long. All those days spent with him, all those little touches, those claiming glances, they’ve built up to this moment where I’ve wanted nothing more than him between my legs.

I hold on to his shoulders only for him to clamp down on my nipple with his fingers, pinching hard. I gasp out loud.

“I told you, hands above your head.”

“S-sorry,” I say as I raise them above me.

“Good girl,” he says before taking my nipple into his mouth, soothing it with his tongue.

My teeth roll over my bottom lip.

His pace picks up.

My moans grow.

And as he dry humps me straight into this mattress, all I can think about is how much I wish there was nothing between us, how I wish he was actually fucking me, rather than taking the innocent way out. I want him to feel what it’s like to be inside me. I want him to feel me while I come over his cock.

“This is all you’ll get,” he says, his hand sliding to my collarbone, where he holds me tight, pushing me farther into the bed. “This is all it’ll ever be.”

“It can’t be. Just feeling your cock between my legs, I want more. I want you bare, inside me.”

He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips pump faster, the friction now creating a pool of desire in the pit of my stomach. Burning, spreading through my muscles, through my veins, as he thrusts consistently over my pussy, hitting my clit at just the right spot.

“You’ll never have me bare,” he says.

“I will,” I answer, both of us breathing heavily now.

He pumps faster, slides his hand up to my neck, and I smile as he loses control. I can feel him slipping further and further into his true self, and I love every second of it. His rough hold, the pounding of his hips . . . it adds to my building orgasm.