NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

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CHRIS

I never expected to wake up like this.

A sharp inhale left my lips as warmth—wet, soft, and unbearably slow—dragged along my cock. My muscles tensed, my body stirring not just from sleep but from the unmistakable heat of her mouth.

A groan rumbled deep in my chest as another slick stroke followed, my hips shifting on instinct. My head sank further into the pillow, and for a moment, I wondered if I was still dreaming.

Then I felt it again—her tongue, tracing the thick vein along my length then felt her slowly circling the tip of my cock with her hot tongue.

Fuck.

My eyes snapped open, and the first thing I saw was the dim morning light filtering through the curtains. The second thing—the only thing that mattered—was Sarah.

Half-hidden beneath the sheets, her head between my thighs, her hair a wild mess from the night before. Her mouth stretched around me, lips slick, tongue warm as she licked along my cock.

"Sarah..." I growled, my voice rough from sleep.

My hand shot to her hair, fingers tangling in the strands as she hummed, sending vibrations straight through me. My hips jerked in response, a low curse slipping from my lips as I clenched my jaw, trying to keep control.

Fuck, she was trying to kill me.

My other hand gripped the sheets, my chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged breaths as I fought the urge to thrust into that sinful mouth of hers. I wanted to take control, to grab her jaw and make her take every inch, but the way she looked up at me through her lashes—those dark, mischievous eyes locked onto mine—had me completely undone.

"Look at you," I muttered, my thumb brushing over the corner of her mouth as she took me deeper, my cock throbbing against her tongue. "So desperate for me first thing in the morning, huh?"

She let out another hum of agreement, sending another wave of pleasure through me, my stomach tightening, my fingers digging into her scalp.

"Christ, Sarah," I hissed, my head falling back, eyes squeezing shut as she hollowed her cheeks again. "I don’t think I can last any longer if you keep sucking me in."

Her lips glistened with saliva as she pulled back slightly, swiping the back of her hand across them. Her gaze then dropped to my cock—dark, swollen, and straining—and a smirk tugged at her lips, satisfied with the way I had held back. Then, in a husky, low voice, she murmured, "Thought you wouldn't wake up till I was done. Good morning."

I let out a low chuckle, fisting her hair and dragging her up until she was straddling me, her bare skin flush against mine, her lips hovering inches from my own.

"Good morning to you too, Love."

Her face lifted. A lazy smile spreading across her lips like my simple words had just made her day. Then, she chuckled—soft, but unmistakably there. Something about her looked brighter this morning, lighter.