NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

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Mature content ahead

❥ CHRIS ❥

From the moment she was laid bare before me, I knew she was mine. Her body was a work of art, every curve, every inch exposed only to me, vulnerable in a way that drove me to the brink of madness. Her skin glowed in the dim light, and her chest rose and fell with quick, desperate breaths, making her breasts bounce slightly as she tried to hold herself together. But she couldn’t—not with me watching her like this.

I fucked up asking her favorite color, and when she said she was staring at it—staring at me—I felt something shift inside me. My heart... it fucking moved. I wasn’t used to that. The way her words hit me, how they softened me in the middle of this moment... it threw me off. So, I did the only thing I could. I kissed her. I kissed her like I needed her breath to survive.

Oh fuck, she tasted so good.

I’ve kissed plenty of women, had my fair share over the years, but this—this kiss erased them all. Her lips, swollen and needy, clung to mine like she couldn’t get enough, and I felt the same way. And the sounds—God, the sounds she made. Her moans had me losing it. I wanted to hear them over and over. Hell, I wanted to put my cock back in her mouth just to see if she'd make those same noises while she took me again.

But I didn’t. Not yet. Not until I broke her down completely.

"Chris," she gasped, pulling her lips away from mine, her breath ragged, and I took my chance. My mouth moved to her ear, licking the sensitive skin there, biting it just enough to make her moan. Her body arched beneath me, soft and begging for more.

"Please, just fuck me." The desperation in her voice was everything. She wasn’t the type to beg, I knew that. But here she was, falling apart for me, wanting me. Needing me.

I smirked against her ear, loving how lost she was in lust, how she was pleading with me. But I wasn’t done. Not yet.

"Not yet, love," I whispered, my lips trailing down her neck to her chest. Her breasts were perfect, the nipples already hard from how worked up she was. I couldn’t help but tease her more. I wrapped my mouth around one, sucking hard while my fingers pinched the other. She let out a loud moan, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer, as if that would make me move faster.

I would’ve laughed at how eager she was, given how many times she resisted me before, but there was no way I was breaking this moment.

I played with her breasts a little longer, letting her body react under my touch, each lick and bite making her squirm. Then, slowly, I kissed my way down, my lips brushing over her stomach, feeling the way she tensed with every little touch. Her abs flexed beneath my tongue, and it drove me wild knowing I had her like this—knowing I could take my time and make her crave me even more.