Page 69 of Royal Player
Immediately following the ceremony, Polly and I signed into law a new mandate for the kingdom—women can lead solo. Right after that we abolished all restrictions against royal women. We’re known as progressive modern leaders, but, honestly, it’s just common sense.
Beaumont is doing well and life here has gone back to normal. Polly ensured emergency measures are in place to guard against future storms, and construction began on the northern side of the island on what are now royal properties. After I paid off her parents’ loan, Polly negotiated a good price for us to buy Peter’s land based on a fast cash sale, which he was eager for since he’s banished. The land was originally in her family, so her parents were beyond thrilled to reclaim their land. They had sold it in an early effort to build the tourism industry, not having the funds to build the resorts themselves.
Vaughn still works as a guard, but with an additional responsibility—he trains the palace guards for disaster preparedness. They’re the front line of safety for our citizens. And Marge is still close by, working now as a helper to Polly’s father, who has difficulty sometimes getting his body to do what he wants. Polly first offered Marge a job with our charitable foundation after all her good work during the disaster cleanup, but Marge turned her down with an interesting counteroffer. She’d like to be the nanny for our future children. Polly and I agreed. Marge isn’t warm and fuzzy, more practical and no-nonsense, but she has a good heart and always puts children first. Polly wants to wait on children until the rebuilding is complete. Ultimately, she wants a large family, after growing up an only child. I’m all for it, coming from a large family. I think my family inspired her.
Now, finally, after the excitement of the day—formal wedding ceremony, royal mandates, and a royal ball—I get my wife all to myself. I’m lounging in the bed, shirtless, after undoing the tiny buttons on the back of her wedding dress for her. She asked me to wait here so she could do a striptease. Like I said, I’ll do anything to ensure her happiness.
She shimmies the bodice of the dress down, giving me a quick peek at her strapless bra before turning and looking at me over her shoulder with a sexy smile.
I sit up instinctively, wanting to touch, and she holds out her palm, stopping me. “Ah-ah,” she says. “This is a slow seduction, and I’m in charge.”
I smile, unbuttoning my black trousers. “You’re high on your new queenly power.” I love that she can finally claim it.
“That’s right,” she says, shimmying the gown over her hips and stepping out of it.
“Pol,” I manage in a strangled voice.
“Do you like it?” she asks, turning to set her gown over the back of a chair, giving me a prime view of her sweet ass.
She’s wearing a strapless lace bra with a white lacy scrap of thong. She always wears modest white underwear. There’s skinny silk straps from the waistband of the thong to the top of sheer white stockings.
I quickly strip naked, climb out of bed, and head straight for her, dying to have her.
She slams a hand against my chest. “Not yet.”
I groan. “You look amazing. This is torture not to touch.” And I’ve been wanting to all day.
Her lips curve into a slow, sexy smile, her voice a purr. “Watch.” She steps out of her heels and then slides her hands up her long legs with a sultry look before undoing the clip at the top of her stocking, slowly rolling it down her leg and off. This is worse than going excruciatingly slow with a virgin Polly because now I know what I’m missing. I want those long legs wrapped around me. I need to drive into her over and over. I don’t think I can wait to carry her to the bed. I may just fall on her like a wild animal and take her right here on the hardwood floor.
“You’ve got a very predatory look in your eyes,” she says in a husky voice as she slowly undoes the second stocking.
“You have one minute,” I warn, my hands clenched at my sides.
“Just for that, I’m going to go even slower.” She slips her thumbs inside the cups of her bra, stroking herself with a soft moan.
The blood rushes through my veins. I’m on fire with raw, throbbing need. “You’re going to be bent over the dresser in ten seconds.”
She smiles, her brown eyes sparkling mischievously. Finally, she undoes the front clip of her bra and tosses it to me.
I catch it and toss it to the side. “Five seconds.”Mine. Now.Need claws at me.
She cups both breasts, pushing them together. My eyes are glued to the deep cleavage. I don’t know what part of her I want to touch first, but I need to touch.
“Oscar,” she says in a teasing voice, “I’m so wet for you. I’ve been imagining your hands on me all day long.” She shimmies out of the thong and tosses it over her shoulder.
I move at the same time she does, and we slam together, mouths hungry, hands grabbing. At the last minute, I guide her back to the bed because it’s our wedding night and I want softness under her when I pound into her. She spreads her legs, welcoming me in. I roll on a condom in record time and take her in one hard thrust. We both groan.
She wraps her legs high around my waist and rocks into me, her hissed, “Yessss,” driving me on. I pump deep and hard in a rapid rhythm. I need it, and she’s right there with me, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Oh, fuck.Slow it down.I angle her hips up for deeper penetration, and she moans deep in her throat, and then she goes over. I let go, riding it out with her. Her pleasure is my pleasure, and then I’m gone, rocking deep over and over.
I collapse against her, utterly spent. My God. The virgin princess has become the erotic queen. I swear I’m going to be king of the bedroom as soon as I can move.
She kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear, “My love. My first, my last, my forever.”
I lift my head to kiss her tenderly. “My wife.”
“Yes,” she says with a big smile and hugs me tight.
Our lives begin together now as husband and wife in a love so powerful it extends to an entire kingdom. The time before our love was simply time we were waiting to meet.
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