Then I saw the future queen as she shoved me onto the bed and chuffed until I moved up some. I was never more turned on than when she climbed on as well and then straddled my lap.
There was a flicker of hesitation at the last second and I realized this might be an issue for her. “Is this okay?”
I snorted. “Yeah, I’m abused. Please, fucking ride me and rock my world. I’ll love every second of this view.”
She groaned and held my cock as she lowered herself down.
And I did. I loved every second of watching her dance on my cock, fucking bounce like she was… Fine, riding a dragon, even if the pun was so bad.
No blood was in my brain to describe it better. She rocked my world and made me finish stronger than any had before. It was beyond sex and fucking… I wasn’t sure, but it meant something. It was—cliché incoming, but life-changing.
So I tried not to be annoyed when she was gone in the morning. Fine, it would be bad for her to get caught in my bed—anyone’s bed when she had a lover. That was fair.
Still, I wanted to talk to her. I needed to talk to her.
But she snubbed me.
She fuckingsnubbed meand treated me like anyone else, didn’t even address me when she did my uncle.
Fuck all the royals for real. They’re all selfish and useless.
