Raw and Dirty(40)

“Your humbleness astounds,” I say, but the sarcasm is lost in the breathy quality of my voice. Royal just keeps smiling, sliding his hand down his abs and unzipping his leather riding pants. He slides them down just enough for me to see his black boxer briefs and then frees the thick, hard length of his cock. I watch with rapt attention as he strokes his hand along his shaft, teasing me with a low, deep groan from his throat while he pleasures himself. All the while, he stares right at me, his gaze intent and burning with desire.

I stare right back, trying to take him all in. He's even bigger than I thought, thick and long and oh so tempting. Why did I agree to these handcuffs again? I wonder as Royal works himself up, his hand moving in rhythm with my body. The harder I struggle, the more I arch my back and buck my hips, the more he moves his hand. Our eyes lock, Royal's chest rising and falling as he struggles to control his breathing.

Just when I think he's about to come, he stops and moves over me, an arm on either side of my body, his weight denting the mattress and sinking our bodies into the black down comforter. Without a word, our eyes still locked, Royal unzips my pants and grabs onto the waistband, sliding the tight fabric over my hips until he hits my boots.

He doesn't bother to take them off though. Instead he sits back up and fishes a condom out of the pocket on his half-discarded pants. Royal tears into the corner of the package with his beautiful fingers and slides the latex over his cock before grabbing me by the ankles and lifting my feet, letting my legs rest against his muscular torso as he grins at me again.

“Nice panties, Pint-Size. Another thong? Do you wear anything but?”

“What are you doing?” I whisper, my voice caught in my throat, my body trembling. I can't help it. When I get worked up, my emotions fight for a physical release. Right now, I'm desperate and wet and ready and wanting.

“Fucking you, baby,” he says and then he pushes my panties aside and slides the head of his cock into my wetness, pausing as I gasp at the thick, heavy feeling of him. With my legs closed like this, it's a tight fit, but I'm turned on enough that with a little pressure, Royal slides all the way into me.

My eyes flutter and I groan, back arching uncontrollably at the sensation of fullness, of sharing my body with another person. A person I don't even know, but that I want to. A person that can never be anything more than this for me.

“Christ, love,” Royal murmurs, holding my legs against his body with one hand, using the other to brace himself against the headboard as he moves his hips. “You tempt a man to dangerous things.”

I can't speak, my voice ripped from me in a rush of desire, my arms bound and useless, my body swollen and begging for more. The fact that we're both still wearing our pants and boots … that turns me on, too. Later, I want to get naked, but for now this works. I hope Royal has a lot of stamina because I'm not the only that's going to get a work out tonight.

After a few thrusts, my body's starting to adjust to the idea of having Royal's huge cock buried inside of me and he starts to move faster, slamming us together with a soft, wet sound, his balls slipping from his boxer briefs and slapping against my ass.

I bite my lip, my arms straining against the cuffs, and not because I want to get away. Far from it. Right now, I can't imagine being anywhere but here. It just … it feels so good, I can hardly even stand it.

“I want to come in you so bad, Pint-Size,” Royal whispers, his breathing speeding up along with his pace until he's grinding into me as hard and fast as he can. “So bad,” he grunts as I arch my back and cry out, little pulses of pleasure radiating down my spine, tightening my pussy around his cock until he groans and bites his lower lip with a curse, body shuddering as I turn my head into the pillows and bite down hard.

My orgasm hits just a moment before his, sweeping over and through me, making my eyes roll back and my lashes flutter.

I scream his name as he comes hard a second after me, grunting and groaning, my own name rolling off his lips like a curse.





“Does, uh, that position have a name?” Lyric asks, trying to be nonchalant as she stares down at her cold steak, cutting off a tiny piece and putting it in her mouth. It's fucking delicious, I know that for a fact. The raised brows are reaction enough to tell me that she agrees. I grin at her, splayed out on the bed in nothing but my boxer briefs.

Lyric's still got on her panties, but her pants and boots are on the floor, one of my black wife beaters hanging off her shoulders like a short dress.

“A name?” I ask, like I'm seriously thinking about it. “How about So Desperate to Put my Cock Inside of You that I Couldn't Wait to Take off Your Pants?” She snorts and shakes her head, stabbing another piece of steak with her fork.