NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

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SARAH

A sane person wouldn’t do this. A normal woman wouldn’t sneak into a man’s bathroom, strip bare, and drop to her knees like some reckless, desperate thing.

But today had been too much. Too fucking much.

The club. The alley. The way he looked at me like he wanted to ruin me and then held back like I was something fragile. Like I needed space.

I didn’t want space. I wanted him.

I needed a release, something to rip me away from the chaos in my head, and there was no better way than this—to take him into my mouth, to taste him, to feel his control slip because of me.

I dragged my tongue over his veiny cock, looking up at him. His chest heaved, muscles tensed, eyes wild with hunger and restraint. I didn’t want restraint.

I wanted the raw, unfiltered version of him.

My fingers trailed over his thighs, nails grazing skin, and I felt the shudder that ran through him. The power in that moment was intoxicating. I leaned in, pressing a slow, teasing kiss where I knew he needed me most, and his groan sent heat spiraling through me.

This was reckless.

This was madness.

But tonight, I didn’t care.

I parted my lips, ready to take him, ready to push us both past the point of no return—

"I need you, Sarah." He whispered, "Please..."

He was so desperate yet he let me take what I needed, let me set the pace. He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t forcing—just watching, waiting.

He was patient.

So fucking patient.

Why was he so perfect?

Even as his eyes darkened with each second I delayed, he held himself back. A man like Chris didn’t beg, didn’t plead. He simply waited, letting the weight of his desire press down on me until I felt like I would combust from the sheer force of it.

His hand glided behind my ears, threading into my hair, and he gave it a slow, firm tug—just enough to pack it back, to clear the way. No distractions. No interruptions. Just me, him, and this unbearable heat coiling between us.

And with all that patience, I decided he deserved a reward. A treat.

"Hmm..." A low, satisfied sound slipped from my throat as I finally gave in, parting my lips and taking him in. The way he tensed, the sharp inhale he took, the way his fingers clenched in my hair—it sent another rush of heat through me.

"Holy Fuck...." He choked out, trying his best not to shut his eyes and stared hard at me as I gave him pleasure.

I held onto his hard thighs for balance, pressing deeper, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. His restraint wavered, his hips shifting slightly toward me, his muscles locked tight as though he was holding back from completely losing control.