Page 96 of The Royal in Room 3

“Are you ready, love?”

“Yes, Daddy. Your toy’s ready for use.” I spread my cheeks again, offering him my gape.

“So fucking sexy.” He spread the lube between my cheeks, then pressed the thick head of his cock against my opening. I keened loudly, rocking back to claim him inch by inch until he was buried inside of me.

A hand slapped my ass hard. “Move, baby. Show me how much you’ve been wanting my cock.”

I wanted to tell him that I wanted him to show me how much he’d been wanting my ass, but…semantics. As long as he was inside me and moving, I didn’t care much about who did most of the work.

Arching my back, I started a slow roll with my hips as I lifted off, then slammed my hips back into his pelvis. When he groaned, I did it again and again, increasing my movement and fucking myself back on his cock.

“Oh fuck, little prince.” Jude planted a hand on my back to keep me still and took over. As usual, he fucked me with long, deep strokes that maintained the same measured pace and kept up a steady drumming against my prostate. My eyes rolled and my toes curled in anticipation that fell flat when he pulled out.

“Daddy,” I whined, but Jude just flipped me over onto my back.

“It’s been so long, baby. I want to see your face when you come.”

How could I argue with that? I missed him too. I pulled my knees up to my shoulders and worried my bottom lip with my teeth at the way the position highlighted the weight I’d gained. I couldn’t help feeling a hint of self-consciousness about it.

“You’re absolutely beautiful,” he murmured, his voice in awe as he sank back inside of me. He took my erection in his hand and stroked in time with the movement of his hips. I bit my bottom lip, sweat beading my forehead, as I made little cries that increased with his relentless drilling.

“Daddy, I’m close,” I whimpered.

“Good, baby. So am I.”

I gripped him tight, slowing down his movements, then, without warning, pushed out around him at the same time he gave a big thrust to force himself through the tight channel. He slid all the way inside me, triggering a shockwave that racked my body. I twisted off the bed, gripping the sheets, my back bowing as I exploded in his hand.

Above me, Jude groaned, his body going still, and then he was filling me with his cum. When he pulled out, my hand found the place where he’d been, testing my soft skin and smiling.

“You wanted it that badly, huh?” Jude leaned over me and kissed my lips.

“Hmm.” I closed my eyes, feeling like the pieces of my life were finally rearranged to complement each other.

“Ah, little prince, I know that look.” He patted my cheek gently. “Don’t fall asleep. You still have your event to oversee.”

I groaned. “I’ve done the bulk of the work already. I just need to close the evening and thank our sponsors.”

“And I’ll ensure you do it.” He eased me up into a sitting position despite my protests. “This is your event, and I’m not going to let you miss any of it.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned. “Too late.”

“You know what I mean. Now get that sexy ass up and lead the way to the bathroom so we can clean up or you’ll be fucked for a week but not allowed to come.”

That woke me up fast. “Daddy, that’s cruel.”

“I know. Now march.”

I smiled at him as I led the way to the bathroom. “I’m the crown prince. You’re not allowed to talk to me that way.”

Jude smacked my ass hard enough to hurt. “Are you sassing me?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Good, because regardless of what they call you here, you’ll always be my boy, so we know exactly who is in charge.”

“Of course, Daddy, you are.”

Someone else might have been nervous about what that meant—that he might influence my policies and interfere with my stately duties—but I knew better. By a stroke of luck, I finally had it all. And I knew our relationship would undergo scrutiny. After all, I would one day be the first gay king of Belvaria, but I could do it as long as Jude never forgot that at heart I was just the royal in room three at Halo House.