Page 47 of American Royalty

Online sites were notorious for getting stories wrong or simplyfabricating them. He’d do well to put little stock in anything he discovered there. Why, then, did the weight on his chest ease? As if he’d gotten good news about a situation he hadn’t known he’d cared about?

There was a row of thumbnail video images about her. Most of them seemed to be official music videos and performances, although one headline jumped out at him, grabbing his attention:

“Why Duchess Is the Sexiest Entertainer on the Planet.”

He didn’t even waste his mental breath talking himself out of clicking on that result. It started with a young black man who spent several minutes talking about hitting buttons and subscribing to his channel. Impatient, Jameson scrolled through until the screen flashed with different images of her performing.

“—commands the stage, her words daring you to step to her, her moves making it impossible not to—”

Jameson’s heart stuttered to a stop before galloping back to life. She was a vision, strutting across the stage in sparkling rhinestone high-heel boots and what amounted to a bikini, her curves on display. And that was before he heard the lyrics:

Thigh-long python, so big it makes me blink

Don’t believe the hype / It’s real? Bitch, send the link

Turn it down, walk away, let his hopes sink?

Fuck no, I like a challenge, put it in and hope it shrinks.

He leaned back in his chair, aware that he was in some kind of a fugue state as the blood left his brain and journeyed to his willing dick, which stiffened in his pants.

“Add in a face full of grace and a body made for sin.”

A close-up of her face filled the screen, her luminous dark brown skin looking as if it had been dusted with particles of gold. Extremely long lashes framed those beautiful brown eyes that seemed to stare into his soul. And a wide mouth with glistening full lips pouted.

His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the face of an angel walking on Earth.

“—it’s no wonder Duchess has men and women aged nine to ninety bonkers over her. Thanks for watching and as a treat here’s some raw footage from her video ‘Holla Atcha Girl.’ Enjoy!”

On a four-poster bed surrounded by white gauzy drapes and wearing very little, Duchess arched her back and cupped her breasts. She rolled to her side and dragged her hands along the curve of her hip before gracefully swinging her legs behind her and rising to her knees. All while staring into the camera, her eyes wide and seductive, her lips calling to him.

Come on, Jameson. You know you want me.

He wasn’t even aware when he’d begun stroking himself. Through the fabric of his trousers, his cock throbbed heavily against his lower belly. Uncomfortably so. He should turn the video off, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen. From her on all fours crawling across the mattress.

And it had been so long.

The abrasion of the rough fabric against his cock felt unbelievably good. Giving in, he undid the button and zipper and slipped his hand inside, pulling his cock out of the opening of his boxers.

Pre-cum was already leaking from his head, so he used it as lubrication, one hand gripping the base, just above his balls, the other rubbing up and down his shaft.

So good...

Her skin.

Those gorgeous eyes.

Her lips.

He sped up his strokes, his cock throbbing in his fist, the feeling so intense his hips lifted off the chair to meet his palm.

Stroking the end of her sleek ponytail.

Her rounded, swaying hips.

That voice...you definitely weren’t what I had in mind.

Sizzling bliss enveloped his entire body, zipping through each extremity and concentrating in his dick. His balls tightened and he couldn’t contain the loud groan as he came, his pulse sprinting, stars bursting in the darkness of his closed eyes.