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CHAPTER SIX

Jade

The timbre of his voice as he tells me to “Get naked” makes my insides flood with desire.

The memory of what we did in the car sends me right back into a state of arousal, and that says something because my sexual appetite is pretty small. Almost non-existent. I enjoy an orgasm as much as anyone, but I prefer them to be self-induced. The fact that Royal could do what he did, and elicit that much of a reaction from me, is pretty freakin’ amazing.

And I want more.

So I let my dress fall to the floor and step out of it.

That leaves me in nothing but my super push-up bra and matching lace thong panties.

“Fuck. Me. You’re breathtaking.”

His voice is low, growly, and probably the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Now put your hands on the wall and show me what a good girl you are.”

I comply like someone else is controlling me— why am I putting my hands on the wall?! —because I move quickly.

Seriously, why does my vagina love that demanding tone so much?

“Oh, this is nice,” I murmur as I feel him behind me even though he hasn’t touched me yet.

Heat. A tiny rush of air as he moves. The rustle of clothing.

A slight tickle from his hair as he leans close.

“It’s going to turn not-so-nice in a minute—are you ready for me, baby?”

All I can do is nod because I’m incapable of sound at the moment.

He drops to his knees—at least I think so—because he’s nuzzling the small of my back. The scruff of his beard is rough against my skin but I like it. It’s part of him, his touch, the way he makes me feel, and my body is in a heightened state of awareness.

I start to reach back, to touch him, to feel him, to discern the way he’s touching me, but he stops me.

“Hands. On. The. Wall .”

I’m not religious but the barked order makes me a believer of something. Maybe the cult of Royal.

Because I’ll do anything he asks.

“ Don’t move .”

Like I even could.

He runs a hand along my side, pausing to cup and squeeze one ass cheek as he presses light kisses along the bumps of my spine.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs, letting his mouth travel lower.

He kisses my hip, the outside of my thigh, and then takes a gentle bite of my ass. No one’s ever done anything like this before, and the sensations feel so good that I’m rooted in place. A whimper escapes me as he pulls away and I both feel and hear the vibration of his chuckle.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” A beat, his hand trailing lower. “As long as you don’t move.”

One edge of my underwear slides down, then the other, and it takes all of my self-control not to wiggle. Not to jut out my backside to get more friction, more of a connection.

I want him so much I can barely breathe.

But I’m also not naive.

“You have a condom?” I ask in a rush. “If not?—”

“Of course.” The bossy growl is gone and my heart squeezes as I realize he’s letting me know I’m safe. “I would never do anything to hurt you. Physically or otherwise.”

I somehow already knew that—because he wouldn’t be here if I didn’t—but it’s nice to hear the words.

And it makes me want him that much more.

He presses something cool and scratchy against my side and I glance down, spying the familiar square packet. “Condom. Right here for when we need it. Okay?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Now spread your legs, baby.”

I move my feet apart and he nudges at the inside of my thigh. “More.”

How is it that I’m equal parts aroused and embarrassed? He’s staring at the crack of my ass and my vagina. His mouth— oh sweet Jesus —is in the most amazing place, doing something that can only be described as magical. It only takes a few flicks of his tongue before it takes too much effort to hold up my head and my forehead hits the wall.

“Royal…” His name is a whisper on my lips but he hears me. Fingers dig into my hip, holding me firmly in place as he continues sliding his tongue up toward a place no one has ever touched like this. I want to fidget, say something to stop him, but I can’t.

I don’t really want to. Whatever he wants to do, I’m going to let him.

I don’t know why.

All I know is how good it feels.

Using his mouth and hand, he’s got me spread open, and I feel like a veritable feast.

It’s both wicked and deeply satisfying in a way I’ve never experienced before.

When he slides his tongue inside of me, a moan escapes that I can’t hold back. He follows with a finger and it’s even better in this position than when we’d been in the limo. My feet move even wider apart, giving him better access, and he adds a second finger, scissoring them lightly.

“Oh please…” I groan impatiently. “Please, Royal…”

“This is just a warm-up, beautiful.”

He pulls out his fingers and slowly stands up, his body moving along mine. I want to protest, but he doesn’t give me time to.

“Open your mouth.”

When I do, he slips in the fingers he’d just pulled out of me.

“Lick them clean.”

I close my lips around them and do exactly as he commands.

“So pretty when you suck like that…it would be even prettier if that was my cock, but right now, I have something else in mind.” I hear the rustle of clothing, feel him step out of his pants. The crinkle of plastic as he tears open the condom.

Holy guacamole, this is really happening.

Then he’s between my legs, thick and hard against my entrance, pushing inside.

He’s bigger than I’m used to, but I love how it feels as he spreads me open. Just when I think he has to be all the way in, he pushes in another inch, and it’s excruciatingly erotic.

“I knew you’d be a good girl,” he murmurs, pressing his body tight against mine. “You like my cock inside of you?”

“Yes…so much.”

I feel a hand at the middle of my back and realize that my bra is still on.

Well, it was .

Because he’s just flung it across the room.

He pulls out to the tip and then thrusts up deep.

“Oh, God.” I whimper because it’s taking some adjustment to stretch out enough to accommodate his girth. And length.

Jesus, he’s huge.

“Relax,” he whispers, pressing soft kisses on the side of my neck. “Just keep your hands on the wall and let me show you how good it can be. I promise, you’ll be begging me for more before this is over.”

I moan at the contrasting sensations of being practically impaled on his dick while the flutter of his lips on the skin of my neck is the tenderest of caresses.

He glides in and out slowly now, and I feel every inch pulsing through me.

It’s still a little uncomfortable, but pleasure is rapidly overtaking everything else.

“Royal, I need?—”

“All you need to do is stand there and take it,” he rumbles.

He uses his teeth to graze the skin of my shoulder, and I shudder at how much I like the roughness. It’s new to me, but my knees wobble with the ferocity of what’s happening to my body. I want to move but it’s truly impossible in this position, and he’s driving into me now with deep, measured thrusts that steal my breath each time he bottoms out.

“Royal, please!”

“Told you you’d beg.” He picks up speed and my vagina clenches in anticipation of what’s coming.

“That’s it—squeeze my cock with that pretty pink cunt.”

My head falls back. “Oh, God.”

I’m going to come again.

I’m so full, stretched to what has to be my limit, yet it’s intoxicating. I need more. Everything . For him to make it hurt so good.

And he does.

“Royal!”

He thrusts into me with so much force my feet leave the ground and I am literally impaled on him.

But it doesn’t matter.

Nothing does.

My body is spinning out of control, my climax building from deep in my belly. I feel it coiling, tightening, sending pinpricks of pleasure throughout my vagina.

“Come for me, beautiful girl,” he growls. “Let me feel you take everything I’ve got.”

Yeah, that’s it for me.

I sputter out something nonsensical, and then I crash over the edge with a scream. I’ve never made a sound like that before, but I can’t help myself. I’ve lost all sense of control, reason, and thought—all I can do is take what he’s offered.

“ Fuck! ” His grunt of pleasure is followed by a wild jerking motion, and I feel him throbbing inside of me.

“Don’t stop,” I plead.

And he doesn’t.

Thrusting and pulsing until we’re both spent.

Spineless masses that can’t move.

Thank goodness my hands are still braced on the wall because I’m not sure I could stay upright if they weren’t.

“Damn, baby, that was beautiful.” His voice is raw, filled with an emotion I can’t quite decipher.

“Holy guacamole,” I blearily croak. “What did you just do to us?”

“Holy guacamole?” He chuckles, presses a kiss to the top of my head, and I can practically hear the sexy smile in his next words. “Fucking adorable. And if you don’t know what we just did, baby, we’re going to have to make sure you fully understand.”

My brows pull together. “How?”

“By doing it again.”

Suddenly, I’m completely lucid.

And even wetter.

“Yes, please.”

Without warning, he pulls out and wraps an arm around my waist. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, tossing me over his left shoulder, his arm firm around my thighs.

He dumps me on the bed and follows, moving his larger body over mine, his mouth immediately seeking my lips.

And we’re off and running again.

I should be sated, but I’m not.

I want more.

Everything.

Again.

Repeatedly.

“Royal…”

“I’m right here, baby,” he murmurs against my skin. “Not going anywhere.”

But that’s a lie.

Because when I wake up in the morning, the space beside me is cold and the room chillingly empty.

Like he was never here.