Royally Not Ready(86)
“Are you on birth control?”
She nods.
“Good, because I want this pussy bare. I want to feel every inch of your tight cunt, nothing between us.”
“Please,” she moans.
“Please, what?” I demand.
“Please,” she moans again.
But I pull my dick away and straddle her body with my legs, bringing my cock to her mouth again. I’m addicted, I need to feel her tongue, her lips, one more time.
“Open for me.”
She opens her mouth, and I slip my length inside, creating a different angle so I can pulse in deeper.
“Open wide, breathe through your nose.” She does just that, and I slip in farther, hitting the back of her throat, and then pull out quickly. She gags but then opens her mouth again.
So, I do it again.
And again.
And again, until I feel my body start to tingle.
“Fuck,” I say, pulling away and bracing my hands on the bed’s headboard. “I could fuck your mouth all damn day, but I need that pussy.”
I move back down her body, but pause and lower my mouth to hers, where I take her lips into a passionate kiss, mouths open, tongues tangling, moans mixing. Her enthusiasm to please me is such a huge turn-on and makes me feel like I’ve been missing something my whole life, and it’s lying here, waiting for me.
“Your lips are so soft,” I say, before giving her one more kiss and then trailing my lips across her breasts again, down her stomach, to her pubic bone, and then I part her once more and swipe my tongue along her slit.
“Yesss,” she drags out.
And because I can’t fucking stop, I lap at her clit a few more times before I pull away and line up my cock to her entrance.
“Deep breath, Lilly.”
She takes a deep breath and then lets out the air as I enter her the first inch, causing her eyes to widen and her mouth to part in shock.
“I know, just take another deep breath.”
She does, and I work myself in another inch, her pussy so tight that I know my life is changing with every goddamn inch I move inside her. This feeling ripping through me, this untouchable euphoria . . . I know I’ll be chasing this high for the rest of my life with her.
I slowly work myself halfway in and then pause, giving her a second. “How are you doing, love?”
Her eyes flutter open at the sound of the pet name, a smile pulling at her lips. “Wonderful,” she says, and I feel her entire body relax, opening her up even more. I take that moment to push inside the rest of the way.
She moans, biting down on her lower lip as I position my hands on the mattress for leverage. I take a few deep breaths as I take in how amazing this feels. So raw, so soft, so warm. There’s nothing between us, nothing holding us back, and I’m connecting with her on a whole new level, a level I know that’s scary to me but, fuck, there’s no turning back now.
She might be the future queen.
I might be a loyal servant to this country, but at this moment, there’s no status. It’s just me and her and our connection.
I move closer to her head, keeping my hips still, and I lift her chin, placing a kiss on her lips. She matches my kiss, my need. I reach up to one of her ties and loosen it, setting her hand free, which she immediately connects to my face, cupping my cheek.
“You make me feel so cherished, so wanted,” she says in between kisses as I slowly rock my hips. She’s so tight that I don’t want to fucking hurt her.
“You okay?” I ask her.
“Perfect.” Her thumb rubs over my cheek, her eyes watering again. “I’m so perfect.”
I let her take charge of our kisses as I pulse in and out of her, picking up my pace with every stroke, the feeling of her clamping around me driving me to move quicker.
She slips her hand around the back of my head and sifts her fingers through my hair, holding on tight.
My hips hammer into her now, my will to keep it slow snapping, the feeling too delicious.
“Fuck, you feel too good, like goddamn heaven.” I pulse harder, my pace relentless now.
“God,” she cries out. “Yes, my King . . . right there. More.”
Her lips return to mine, her fingers pulling on my hair, and something rips through me. I think it’s the last thread of my self-control.
Everything around me fades to black, only the sound of her moans and our bodies connecting filling my ears. Every nerve ending is focused, zeroed in on one point, my muscles contracting inward, my pulse a steady beat.
“Fuck,” I breathe out as sweat drips down my back, along my spine.
It’s too good.
She’s too fucking good.
I don’t fucking deserve this, but I’m going to take it.
I pulse harder, faster.
My balls tighten.
My cock swells.
And a roar flies past my lips as the most euphoric orgasm of my life rips through me. Through the fogginess of my brain, I hear Lilly moan as well, her pussy squeezing me tight, drawing out my orgasm longer.
We ride the wave until there’s nothing left to give, and then I collapse on top of her, my cock still hard, still inside of her.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper before I remove myself. I untie her only for her to pull me against her, her arms and legs wrapping around me. I cup the back of her head, holding her close. “You okay?”