Royally Benevolent (Resplendent Royals #4)

57. Bad Decisions

57

BAD DECISIONS

ODETTE

“ A re you going to be quiet for me, Odette?”

I couldn’t believe I’d managed to get what I wanted. I was now a seductress—kicking my legs while sitting on Wyatt’s desk. I never thought I’d be bold enough to make this work. But after a wild sex dream woke me up the night before, I wanted him to take me on his desk. He stood, arms crossed, looking me over.

“I will be,” I agreed.

“Good girl.”

Wyatt approached, stroking my face and pulling my chin. He examined me for a moment, then unexpectedly pulled me to the desk’s edge by my ass. It was so demanding. I was already weak.

“You think you can just turn up like this?”

I nodded, pulling him towards me to kiss me.

“You’re a bad girl.”

“A very bad girl who must be punished,” I said.

Wyatt kissed me, running his hand up my dress until he found my panties. He tugged on them, pulling them aside. Plunging two fingers into my centre, he made me whimper. I was already wet, and my excitement dripped from his fingers. I wanted him inside me, but he was keen to tease me .

“We don’t have a lot of time. What if someone comes in here?”

“We’ll be fine,” Wyatt assured, slowly rolling his fingers against my clit.

I moan. “Oh, God, Wyatt, that feels so good.”

“Yeah? Can I get you off like this?”

“Be selfish and get me off with your cock,” I gasped.

“You’re lucky I’m prepared,” Wyatt said.

He grabbed a condom from his wallet and undid his trousers. Barely hesitating, he rolled the condom over his cock and pulled me even closer to the edge so that I was barely there. I stayed up only on my arms, hands pressed behind me for support. My mouth gaped as I stared at him, ready for him to enter me.

He didn’t, though. Instead, he slowly lifted one leg, then two, up to his shoulders, gingerly sliding his cock into my centre. The head of his cock tickled my G-spot immediately--sending a shock through my body.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped. “Wyatt!”

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” I panted. With each thrust, he got me closer and closer. “It feels beautiful.”

“Good,” Wyatt said. “I’ve always dreamed of doing this but never thought I could attempt it.”

“The… d… desk?” I asked, feeling my climax coming hard.

“The desk and the legs. You’re so flexible, and this looks so good.”

“It feels… so good,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. Oh!”

I didn’t hold back. I let out a scream until Wyatt cupped a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. My pussy still pulsing, I came back down, nodding at him as if to prove I could be trusted again.

Wyatt pressed his forehead to mine lovingly. “You’re so loud.”

“That was… God, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Wyatt said. “But right now, I just want to be greedy and get you off again.”

“Flip me over the desk,” I gasped, unsure where these words came from. Wyatt was my catnip. I didn’t know what I was doing.

Wyatt pulled back and cleared off a section of the desk where I could brace as he fucked me over it. I flipped around, letting him throw my dress up on my back. Slipping back inside me, he grabbed my ass as if going for broke. From here, I could see people walking on the street below. They were going about their shopping while I was here getting fucked by my boyfriend on his desk.

“Your ass is so fucking amazing,” Wyatt groaned as he pumped. “It’s just a sight to behold right now.”

“Don’t stop, Wyatt. Don’t stop!”

He continued, sending me back to the moon again as he pulled my hair. I held onto the desk for dear life, fighting the urge to scream. I couldn’t believe this was where I was. Who was the girl who had—months before—doubted she could ever lose her virginity? Now, in the hands of an older man, perched over a desk, she was having her second orgasm and coming back down from heaven.

“Oh God, Odette,” Wyatt groaned, pressing into me one last time.

Bracing on the part of my hips he loved, he stopped. I turned to see his flushed face as he caught his breath. I felt him slowly pull out, some wetness running down my leg.

“Well, fuck, Odette,” Wyatt said. “You’ve made quite a mess of yourself. If only you could see what you’ve done to your panties.”

He slapped me on the ass before straightening my dress.

I turned and giggled. “I have another pair, don’t worry. I’m always prepared, baby.”

“For debauchery,” Wyatt laughed.

He disposed of the condom and returned, giving me a slow, almost earnest kiss.

“My love for you may be pure, Odette, but my thoughts for you rarely are. This isn’t helping.”