Page 13 of Royal Mate

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P aige

With his big hands cupping my bottom, Addan held me in place for him to eat me out. He’d done it before, but this time? It was as if it was his goal in life to get me off. His tongue was flicking over my clit in some magical way. My hand was in his hair, holding him in place because if he moved, I might die.

Yeah, he was servicing me. But that term was bullshit. Some Insuri male thing where they subjugated themselves to women to meet their needs. That was what sex was in general. Good sex, at least. To satisfy a lover. To see to their needs.

And boy, was Addan doing that. Instead of calling him general, I should call him a gigolo. This was what it was. He was servicing me. He had at the transport center as well. On his desk and in his quarters.

That term was what he believed. I loved that he wanted to take care of my sexual needs. Loved. Men on Earth should be so driven.

His actions stung at first, especially when he didn’t want to service me as a woman any longer, but as queen. Queen! He should be doubling down and fucking me unconscious, but apparently he thought it meant I was to be fucked under the cover of darkness with my nightgown pulled up. All missionary and boring just to satisfy me. That he couldn’t debase the queen. Couldn’t defile her. Or treat her roughly.

Well, that wasn’t going to satisfy me. Hell, no. Not after the night we spent in his quarters when he did all those things.

“Addan,” I cried, when I came a second time because of his persuasive tongue and fingers. This was satisfying the hell out of me.

But it wasn’t enough.

My legs gave way and he gently lowered me to the carpet. I watched as he wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. His gaze practically burned into me. His cock was hard and curved up toward his abdomen. Practically purple and angry because he was neglecting his own needs for mine.

“More,” I said. It was a plea. A beg. But to Addan, it was an order. He wanted to please me. He wanted to fuck me hard and wild and in all the illegal-in-America ways, but he was an Insurian male. He’d do all that, but only after I gave him the proverbial green light.

Oh, he had all the green lights. I just had to… what? Train him? Teach him how a queen liked to be fucked?

Maybe. Because the only other queen around was Alienor. I didn’t know anything about her, but I was very confident Addan didn’t want to fuck her. So this was new to him. Hell, I was the only other queen on the planet. I would give him grace in his thoughts, but I would also use my newfound power to get him to do what I wanted. What I knew he wanted, too.

And that was to put that huge dick inside me and fuck me hard.

A smile spread across my face. Even though he was the only one who truly knew, I’d show him–again–how I liked it. How I wanted it. To get him to see me not as a queen, but a woman who liked to get dirty.

Rolling over, I pushed up onto my hands and knees facing away from him. Tilting my hips, I showed him everything. I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Fuck me, Addan.”

With a swipe of his thumb across his lower lip, he looked his fill. Because I knew he could see everything.

“Now,” I ordered. I might have all the power, but he would be the one in control.

His gaze flared, then darkened impossibly further. As if the tether on his control finally snapped, he grabbed my hips, nudged my knees wide with one of his own, lined himself up and…

Thrust deep. It moved me up the carpet, but he pulled me back. He went so deep he bottomed out. There was a bite of pain along with the insane stretching my pussy had to make to fit him in. Fit? Crammed, more like it.

And it was exactly what I needed.

“Yes,” I hissed, pushing my hips back onto him. “Fuck your queen.”