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Pace gets there first, pushing his fingers between her thighs. He smirks, but lingers there, rubbing her pussy as he assures, “She’s ready.” When he pulls back, he lifts two long, glistening fingers to show me.

Soaked.

“Panties.” I take a deep breath. “Off.”

Reaching under her skirt, Pace shimmies them off her hips, fingers lingering near her ass. I get it. I’d love to play around a little bit too, explore the territory, but if I don’t get her pussy now— “Fuck. Shit!”

“Dammit!” Lex moves quickly, yanking her off my dick. Her eyes are wide, mouth still open as they lift her in the air and onto my lap. Fisting my dick, I guide the tip through her folds, finding her entrance and pulling her down.

The glide inside is tight and wet and perfect, and every inch makes her jaw loosen just a little more, those green eyes suddenly a touch hazy.

“Oh,” she breathes, wriggling. “It’s…”

“Warm,” I mutter, holding onto her hips and rocking up. In a perfect world, she’d be riding me like a Harley, her hair swaying around us as I fondled her tits.

The reality is a lot less glamorous.

I’m gone in a pump and a half, exploding into her like a fourteen-year-old’s wet dream.

I bite into the soft nook of her shoulder as I erupt, my cock surging with wave after wave of electric heat. The sound she makes is soft and surprised, but I feel the way she rocks down, that greedy pussy wanting every drop.

By the time I release her shoulder, cock spent, we’re pulling into the Forsyth lot and she’s scrambling out of my lap, landing clumsily on the seat beside me. My half-limp cock gives a feeble twitch at the flash of pink, dripping pussy I see before she hastily pulls her skirt down, face flushed a vibrant red.

I give a breathy laugh as I tuck myself away. “Damn, that was fucking close.”

“One of these days you’re going to push it too far, Wick,” Lex says, eyebrow arched. “You know that, right?”

The look I give him says that I know a lot. I know the whole time I was inside her, Lex’s eyes were glued to her ass, undeniably watching her pussy swallow me down. I know that his dick might not be drilling through his pants, but that it’s probably achieved a bit of a chub. I know that he wishes it’d get harder–that he could have just a taste of what Pace and I have gotten, because our Princess?

Her pussy is fuckingdivine.

“Eh.” I give my brother a shit-eating grin and a lazy shrug. “What’s the point of being a Royal if you can’t live on the edge?”

Rolling his eyes, he looks away, jaw ticcing. “Well, if you’re going to live on the edge, you can at least be effective. Impaling her on your lap five seconds before her walk to class isn’t going to create anything but your own afterglow.”

“It’s a nice afterglow,” I point out, enjoying the way her face puckers.

Verity glowers at me, and then Pace. “I can’t decide what’s worse. Being your sentient fuckhole,” pushing the car door open, she lurches out, her heels loud as she stomps onto the pavement, “or beingyourglorified petri dish.” The last part is directed to Lex, but just as soon as her outburst arrives, it sinks.

Her face pales, eyes dropping to the ground.

No, not the ground.

To her inner thighs, where my cum is currently dripping.

“Shit,” she curses, but when Pace clears his throat, she looks up.

He’s holding her panties, mouth pulled into a wicked grin. “Want these back, Rosi?”

Her lips pucker into a tight, frustrated purse, but after glancing around the parking lot, she jerks forward to snatch them from his hands, the motion shockingly quick. She jams her feet into each hole, grinding out a low, “Fuck you,” before storming off.

Pace ducks out of the car to call back, “Three more days, and I’ll make good on that.”

13

Wicker

It’sa good thing I had the hasty fuckhole situation in the car this morning, because by the time I arrive back at the Palace that night, it’s good as dead. A brutal practice and a boring two-hour performance for the slutty old biddies at the club has left me somehow both exhausted and wired, and I stand there for a long moment–too long–sipping on my caramel coffee as I stare up at the old Victorian.