Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
“It’s Valentine’s Day,” I say, even as I let myself relax against Royal.
He nuzzles the back of my neck. “Did you have plans?”
“Not really.” I’d be making vanilla cupcakes with strawberry pink frosting, and red velvet cupcakes topped with thick cream cheese frosting.
“No date?”
“Not since my ex dumped me a year ago. The day before Valentine’s Day.” So he could take the girl he really wanted out on a date. “Since then, I’ve been alone.”
“Not anymore.” Royal kisses the back of my neck, his lips soft and sweet. It feels so good, I close my eyes.
“Eventually, I have to go back to my life,” I manage in a shaky voice.
“Or… You could stay here with me.” He rolls me onto my back and rises over me, a satisfied look on his face. “I have lots to offer… Everything you desire. Stay until I show you it all.”
I’m naked and so is he. It’s very distracting. “This is ridiculous.” My voice comes out a pant.
He’s wide awake now. He pushes my legs apart. “You can’t leave. We're snowed in.” His cock bobs as he looks down at me. “Looks like you'll be here a little while longer.”
“I guess.” I lick my lips, staring at the dark shape of his cock.
“Come here,” he demands, pulling me up with him. I don’t even have time to protest before he bundles me into his lap. I look up at him and he kisses me, mouth traveling down my jaw, to my neck. He drags his teeth over my skin, holding me close. It’s just the two of us, a sea of blankets, with the snow falling thick and heavy outside.
He tips me back, cradling me in strong arms. My nerves tingle and I tilt my head back, letting him kiss down the line of my shoulder to my breasts. He shifts, laying me down so he can devour my skin, licking over my left breast, pulling my nipple into a tight bud.
“Wait, stop,” I say as his hand skims down between my thighs. He pauses and his gaze travels up my body, his eyes intense as he looks at me.
“What is it?”
My cheeks are flushing as I say it, but the words spill out of me. “I want to watch you make yourself feel good,” I say.
He makes an amused noise. “Si?” He adjusts me in his lap. “Is that what you want?”
I nod and slide off of him, slipping back into the pillows, propping myself up. He presents me with his palm.
“Lick,” he commands, and I do. I lap at his hand, painting his skin with my saliva. “Good girl.” He takes his cock in hand. It’s rock-hard and waiting, the tip flushed as red as my cheeks.
“After this, we do what I want,” he says, “since I’m giving you a show.”
My mouth goes dry and I nod. Anything, to see him touch himself, show me exactly how he likes it.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought of this?” he asks me as he grips his rod, his face turning dark. His eyes burn over my skin, and I don’t want to ask him how long, or why, because I’m too busy drinking in the look of him, spine steel-straight, head slightly bowed, as he works his hand up and down his length.
My lips part as he watches me watching him. This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done in my life. The wet sound of his hand over his skin makes my sex throb. My thighs tighten together.
I want him, that, inside of me.
I feel hot all over, and he groans, spreading his knees, bracing a hand next to me on the sheets as he works himself over.
“After this, you’re gonna give me what I want.” His words are breathy and thick. His eyes close tight and his hand stills on his cock, his hips hitching like he wants to fuck into his fist. “Lie back, beautiful.”
I obey, flattening myself. He straddles me, his heavy thighs bracing on either side of my body. His cock bobs in front of my face and my mouth opens automatically.
“Is this what you want?” His voice is a soft rasp. “I just bathed you last night. Made you clean. And now you want to be dirty again?”
I’m too overcome to do more than whimper. My breasts are heaving.
He’s stroking himself faster now, tipping back his head, caught in his own passion. “Leah,” he breathes, and comes. The blast of seed spills from the head of his cock over my lush breasts, frosting my skin with silver.
He leans down, swipes his finger across my coated breasts, and feeds his cum to me. I round my lips and suck hard, pulling on his digit. His gaze goes black.
“Principessa mia.” He breathes the words like they’re a prayer, and bends over to open a drawer, pulling out two black, silk lengths of fabric. He gives me a look that should strike fear right into my heart. But it doesn’t.