Four #3
“I have men watching the shop. They’ll look after the Rossis. I’ll have them deliver food, water. A generator to make sure they have power.”
“Why do you have men watching the shop?”
“Protection. In case Stefanos’ remaining men make a move. It’s unlikely, but I’m taking no chances.”
I ponder this. “The men who helped clean up the broken glass. They’re ones you sent?”
He nods.
“Why are you doing this? Helping us, I mean.” It makes sense that he’d want to expand his territory, but all this work to protect a small bakery? Seems like a lot for the purpose of a one-night stand. But… what else could this be?
“I told you I’d fix it.” He shrugs with his hands in his pockets. “I’m fixing it. That’s what I do. I want to help you.”
“Why?”
“It's too soon to tell you that.” His beautiful mouth curves. “How about I show you instead?”
And that's how I find myself on my back on the grand dining room table. Royal sits in the fancy chair at the head of the table, looking like the lord of his realm. He’s still fully clothed, while I’m in nothing but his robe and my last remaining item of clothing—a flimsy bralette.
He pulls apart the robe I’m wearing. I get the feeling he likes seeing me in his clothes. He plays with my bralette, tugging it down under my breasts. His thumb hits my nipple and sensation detonates between my legs.
“We should watch the cookies,” I say softly, even though I don’t really care.
“You set a timer,” he mutters. With his thumbs, he spreads apart my pussy, staring boldly at it. “Let’s see how many times you can come before they’re done.”
That sounds like a great game.
It’s a little weird to be lying on my back on a dining room table, like I’m a meal to be eaten, but when Royal finishes kissing his way up my inner thighs, he gets down to eating my pussy. Feasting, really. Long swipes of his tongue intersperse with hungry nibbles on my pouty lower lips.
I come within a minute, but he doesn’t stop.
“Royal.” I squirm.
“Again.” He presses my legs apart. A jolt goes through me as he holds me down.
“Tell me when you’re close,” he orders.
“I’m close,” I gasp almost immediately. “I need—”
He raises his head. His tongue leaves my clit and as soon as the pressure is gone, my building climax ebbs away. My whole pussy pulses.
“No,” I whine.
He was working me up, the bastard.
“I thought you were going to see how many times I can come.”
“I’ve decided on a new game.”
I reach for him, and he pushes me back down. His fingers go back to brushing my sensitive spots, so I subside against the polished surface of the dining table.
He plays with my pussy and massages the sensitive area around my rear pucker. I lift my head again when his finger probes too close.
“What are you doing?” I clench my bottom. My anal ring tightens. Royal keeps studying and rubbing my bottom hole.
“How does this feel?” he asks, like a doctor testing reflexes.
It feels amazing. Too amazing, for such a naughty spot. Heat floods my face.
“I'm going to test something,” he murmurs. I’m about to grab his head and shove him away when he bows and puts his whole mouth over my labia.
His tongue thrusts into my sopping entrance.
At the same time, he twists and dips his finger inside my ass.
My orgasm rips through me. I plant my feet and shake.
A few more licks and he's rearing up over me, ripping open his pants and exposing his huge, gorgeous cock.
His hands tug my hips down to meet his. He rubs my slick center over his long length before spearing me.
I arch back, my body bowing on the table. Royal’s hand comes down on my breast, and for once, it’s rough. He squeezes my breast hard as his cock hits the perfect spot. My orgasm begins again.
Royal’s arms are planted on the table, his thrusts pushing me up the polished surface. His hair’s fallen in his face, his teeth are bared. He’s more ferocious and out of control than I’ve ever seen him.
At the last, he pulls out of my sopping pussy and grips my hips to hold me close.
His cum spurts onto my soft stomach. I gasp, my body jack-knifing with my final climax.
Royal leans over me, holding my gaze as I tremble with aftershocks.
His fingers come to my face, tracing my nose, my brows, my cheeks and, finally, rubbing my lower lip.
I open my mouth and bite down on his thumb, gently. A shudder runs through him.
He pulls me into his lap. I sprawl against his chest as he dips his fingers in his cum, scooping it up and feeding it to me. I suck the salty fluid from his fingers.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and I press my legs together, ready to orgasm again.
My head is swirling in the clouds. There’s a buzzing in the background—a long, low sound like an annoyed hornet. The oven timer.
I jolt. “The cookies!”
Royal closes his arms around me, his chest jerking with laughter.
I smack his arm. “How long has the timer been going off?”
“A while.” He holds me close when I would scramble off. “Relax. After you set the timer, I programmed the oven to turn off.”
“They still might be burned. I need to check them.”
“Later,” he growls, scooping me into his arms. “I’m not finished with you.”