Page 38 of The Royal in Room 3

“Daddy,” he called hoarsely. “Please, I need you inside me.”

I rose onto my haunches, fingers still pushing and scissoring inside him as I captured his mouth with mine. Our tongues tangled together, and I sucked while also increasing the pressure of my fingers. I swallowed a cry that startled out of him.

He was already so close.

I removed my fingers and he panted, his body shaking as I took away the stimulus. He looked decadent, spread open for me the way he was half lying on the bench. I smoothed my lubed hand down my cock, then pressed the plump head against his opening.

Excruciating pain laced with pleasure filled me as he clenched tight around my cock.

“Oh my.” He clamped his eyes closed, but I grabbed his chin and pulled his head forward.

“Keep them open, little prince. I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

I reached my hands up to clutch at the edge of the window for purchase, and with each thrust, I buried myself inside of him an inch at a time until he could accommodate my full girth. Sweat popped up on his forehead, and I knew it hurt, so I took my time, cooing to him as I slowly pushed in, grinding up against that spot that made the pain worth it.

“Daddy.” Soren raised his head to watch the way I pushed inside him. “Oh God, you’re so big. Fuck, I can’t⁠—”

“Yes, you can, little prince,” I whispered. “Look how well you’re doing, making room for me inside of you. You want to be Daddy’s little fuck toy, don’t you? Just lie back and let Daddy do all the work, sweetheart. Daddy knows how to make you feel good.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be your good toy. Your perfect little hole to nut inside whenever you want.”

“You swear, baby? Daddy can fuck you whenever he wants? Because your ass feels so perfect, boy, I just know I’m going to want to live inside your skin.”

“Yes, Daddy. Anytime you want. Whether I’m asleep or awake, that’s your fuck hole for as long as you want. Do you want it, Daddy?”

“You bet I do, boy.”

I leaned into him and kissed him, cutting off what he might say next because he was getting me too excited, and I was already punishing his hole with long, deep strokes. If he continued to talk filth to me, I would be forced to give in to the temptation and show him how a Daddy used his toy hole without mercy.

Our kisses were long and deep, filled with tongue and the occasional pain of teeth ripping at skin. I fucked him slowly, each thrust sliding in deep to the hilt.

Fuck, he had an exquisite body, solid enough to bear my weight and the force of my thrusts. His moans turned into excited gasps that told me he was close, but I didn’t speed up. I just kept the slow, powerful thrusts consistent against his prostate. His lips fell apart, and he lost the ability to kiss me back as his head rolled against the windowsill.

“Oh. Oh God,” he whispered. “I’m gonna come, Daddy. Please. Oh God, please.”

I reached for his cock and showed him mercy, stroking him once, twice, and he exploded, cum splattering the palm of my hand.

“Open up, little prince.” I offered him my hand, and he licked his cum clean like a greedy slut. I pulled out of him, ripped the condom off, and stroked myself harder than I’d allowed myself to fuck him.

“Can I come all over your hole, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

The consent was barely out when I let go, cum shooting against his hole. I groaned, milking every last drop onto his beautiful skin. Releasing my cock, I got down to my knees and lapped the juices dripping from his hole until he was clean.

“Daddy, that was so good,” he said with a sigh.

“Hmm.” I stroked his hole, which was twitching around my caress, and pressed my lips to his.

For the first time, I was giving a sub everything. That part of me I’d always held back? All his. A sliver of fear raced down my spine even as we kissed, as doubts prickled at the back of my mind at how quickly this was unfolding between us. Was I really going to take this leap of faith?

I already had.

I helped Soren to his feet, slipping my hands under his skirt to caress his thick backside. He leaned into me, face tucked up against my neck.

“We should clean up,” he whispered.