“Fucking cum,” he commands, grabbing my hip and crushing me down onto him.
“I’m fucking trying,” I growl back at him.
“Your mouth is bleeding,” he says. “I’m going to eat your blood, Harper.”
He rolls us over again, pinning my knees together with his and lifting up onto his fists. He leans down, clamping his teeth on my bleeding lip and sucking hard. Something about the angle, the way the head of his cock pushes back and the base grinds up toward my clit, combined the pain of my lip that pulls my focus away from trying to cum, undoes me. My control, the one I’ve been trying to let go of even when one stubborn part of me clings on, shatters. I hear myself cry out wordlessly, feel my body arch up, every muscle tensing as if electrified, like it did last night. My nails rake through his skin, my toes curl, my head drops back, and orgasm sucks me under. My walls clamp down around his cock, and he sucks in a loud breath, grinding deeper while his cock throbs thicker, his cum pouring into me in pulsing waves of heat.
When at last my vision clears and I can breathe again, I stare up at Royal. His massive chest is rising and falling as he pants quick breaths, his lower lip shiny with my blood as he catches his breath. For a minute, we just watch each other. My legs are still locked around him, and I can feel his cock jerk inside me every few seconds. I clench my walls around him, squeezing him in response, relishing the way his eyes widen and he sucks in a quick breath when I do it. I do it again, and he grinds his pelvic bone slowly against my tender clit, making my core tremble around him. His eyes are full of heat, and desire, and me. He’s here with me all the way, watching my face, licking my blood off his mouth.
I never want to let him go.
“Watching you cum is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says, lowering himself onto me. His forehead is beaded with sweat, and I can feel my own skin glazed with moisture from the exertion.
“So, that’s what all the fuss is about,” I say, laughing through my labored breaths.
“Nah, babe, that is the fuss,” he says, running his tongue gently over the split in my lip. “Can I stay inside you forever?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
He lays his head in the hollow of my shoulder, his arms folded to bracket me in. Neither of us move for a long time. I can feel his heart hammering against mine, can smell the sweat misting his skin, making me hot all over again.
“Harper Apple,” he breathes into my neck at last. “When I feel you cum, I absolutely come undone.”
I swallow hard, poking at the hurt that little lie caused. Maybe I’m not so special at all. “I thought you didn’t do that.”
He laughs quietly against my ear, and I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath as a hot shiver races through me. “It’s been a long time,” he admits, rubbing his nose lightly along the shell of my ear.
“Why?” I ask. “Is it, like, a control thing? Or a physical thing?”
“No questions, remember?” He blows softly against my earlobe, and my skin prickles deliciously. “But fuck, Cherry Pie. Even before… I’ve never cum like that.”
“Like what?”
“That hard,” he says. “And inside you…”
I feel his cock throb inside me at the words, but my brain has come to a full fucking stop. A bucket of ice water couldn’t have cooled me off faster. I freeze under him, my blood running cold.