Page 9 of Royally Taught
The bed dips as he hovers over me. I feel the thickness of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He’s naked, and I wonder when he did that. No doubt, while I was at the height of pleasure.
“Ready for me?” he asks.
I love that he’s asking. “Yes,” I breathe. “I need you,” I cry. “I need you so much.”
He presses his lips against mine and kisses me, his tongue slides into my mouth, and he takes every thought from my mind, every single thing leaves me. I’m so caught up in this kiss that I don’t realize that he’s lined his cock up until he thrusts deep inside of me.
Pain rips through me. A scream spills from my lips and rents through the air. It’s too much, it’s so painful.
He stills above me, bottomed out inside of me. “Christ,” he growls as he presses his face into my neck. “I’m so sorry, Anastasia, so damn sorry.”
It’s not his fault. Not at all. “It’s okay,” I breathe, trying my hardest to breathe through the pain. Never did I think that it would have been this painful.
“Let me know when it’s okay for me to move,” he says through clenched teeth.
He cups my face in his large hand and intensifies the kiss. The feel of his soft lips moving against mine and the taste of him is something I could get used to. God, there’s nothing better than his kiss. Nothing. I could get addicted to them. They’re that good.
He slowly withdraws from me as we continue to kiss. I moan loudly as he thrusts deep into me. My legs shake, and my breath hitches as he pounds into me. My breasts brush against his chest with each thrust. His fingers dig into my flesh at my hips painfully as he continues to drives into me.
He deepens the kiss, our bodies moving slowly as he moves, slowly withdrawing before pushing back inside of me. I’m groaning, with every single movement. I can’t get enough.
He tears his mouth away from me, both of us breathing hard. “You’re so tight,” he growls.
I grind down against his cock, my pleasure is rising again, and I feel it rushing to the surface.
“Yes.” I cry out, loving how good this feels.
Never have I felt this amount of pleasure in my life. My body’s shaking, my breathing labored, and my heart’s racing.
“I’m going to come,” I breathe. I’m so damn close.
His jaw clenches as he thrusts into me harder. His movements are not slowing, in fact, he’s going faster and harder. “Fucking come,” he demands.
And just like he commands, I do. I come apart, my back arching as I cry out his name. Pleasure rips through me.
He continues to pound into me, his thrusts consistent. In, out. In out. Over and over again.
“Damn,” he snarls. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes,” I cry, feeling his cock expand inside of me.
He bottoms out inside of me, and I feel him release string after string of cum inside of me. “Fuck Anastasia,” he snarls. He crashes his lips down against mine. Stealing my breath as he does. I love the way he dominates my mouth, taking everything that I have and making me cling to him, needy and wanting more.
He collapses onto the bed beside me. Both of us are breathing hard and heavily. “I never intended that to happen,” he tells me. “But fuck, Anastasia, it was more than I could have ever expected.”
I turn on my side and face him. Not caring that neither of us are dressed. Right now, I’m trying to get my head straight, I’m all muddled up from the amazing sex. “It was so much more than I could have ever thought possible. But what happens next?”
His hand splays against my back. “I’m not sure, but I know that’s not the only time we’ll be doing that,” he says with a deep gravelly voice.
I shiver at his tone. Pleased that he wants this. “I want this too, but we know we shouldn’t be doing this.”
If this gets out, it means that we stand to lose so much. If this gets out and people find out, I could be screwed. I’ll be made to return home and not be able to return. I take a deep breath and debate internally if I should tell him about my family and who I truly am.
If it were me, I’d want to know. I would hate to find out later on down the line.
“There’s something you should know,” I whisper.
His hands tighten on my back. “What’s that?”
