Page 28 of Royal Bastard

I straddled her waist and filled my hands with the soft globes. Her moan of delight sent a bolt of pleasure through me.

Her hips pressed up as my fingers stroked her long, hard nipples. I could smell her perfume on her skin as I leaned down to lick first one and then the other.

A growl from me made her squirm more, and I circled the bud of her nipple with my lip. My wife was a beautiful bed partner, and I loved to watch her as she fucked me. I sucked her nipple hard, bordering on the edge of too hard, and she squirmed until my cock pressed into her deeper.

I slid my hand down to touch my cock. I wanted only a moment of relief, but stroking the long length only made the ache worse. I needed the hot walls of her delicious pussy, and nothing else would do.

“I need to be inside of you, Evie. I’m sorry, baby, I can’t wait. I have to fuck you.” My words, spoken in a harsh whisper against her lips made her gasp my name.

Silky and smooth, she was hot and swollen with her need.

She needed to be fucked again, wanted to be fucked again. By me, her brand-new bastard-prince husband. Only I wasn’t a bastard anymore. Just a prince.

“Please, Henry. Fuck me. Don’t make me wait.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice.

I felt her heat surround me as we began to move in our own rhythm, our bodies already in time together.

Evie pushed her hips upwards, needing more from me. I helped her to straddle my waist, my knees tucked beneath her bottom as she sank down onto my throbbing cock.

“Oh, this is so much better.” She moaned the words into my ear, her hands on my shoulders as she began to move.

Evie was never inhibited, but now there was something wild and abandoned about my new wife, something I suspected was the freedom she had found as she became my wife.

We panted as we moved together, our fingers pressed into each other’s skin. Evie’s nails dug into my shoulders where she clung to me as she circled her hips on me.

I didn’t notice the bite of her nails as pain, it came through as only pleasure, while she danced on me.

Her hips came down as I pushed up and she consumed me with her body.

Her breathing quickened, and I felt the muscles inside of her began to quiver. I knew she was about to come before she did.

In that moment she possessed me as much as I possessed her, and life was beautiful. In the end, I’d never wanted to own Evie. Aaron might have, but that’s not what I wanted at all. I wanted this, her gift of wild abandon, of total love and devotion. She gave as much as she took, and this was something he would never understand. Evie’s love was a gift to be cherished, and in return, she’d give you more than you could ever dream of.

I’d planned to live my life alone, without this kind of love. How stupid I’d been. I felt whole now, that emptiness gone from so long ago. Maybe one day my mother would get past her pain, maybe she and my father would get back together, but that wasn’t what was on my mind right now. Right now, all I cared about was the woman who rode me into a screaming orgasm and took my thoughts away. She was my world now, and always would be.

“I love you, Evie,” was my final cry before I pulsed up into her. I’d given myself to her completely. She’d won my dead heart and my dark soul and brought light and life to me. That’s exactly what she’d get back. An eternity of love.

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Matthew Thompson satin his private room in front of a roaring fire. It was just another day, and he was ending it in comfort.

He should have been a happy man, quietly enjoying the fruits of his labors. But how could he when his children had all but abandoned him? Well, his sons at least; his daughter sat on a couch a few feet away from him, her feet tucked neatly under the chair. She was too busy with her phone to notice him and had been since they’d sat down to eat dinner.

As the last of his children still living with him, she could at the very least have been keeping him company, he noted sourly. And he didn’t just mean her sitting there and doing her thing as he stared into the roaring fire, bored out of his mind. Why couldn’t people have conversations anymore? Why did people only want to talk through a screen now?

He flicked a glance at his own phone, screen down just at his fingertips. He was so bored he couldn’t even read.

He missed his children, the sound of laughter filling the air, the secret whispers as they plotted some mischief only children could get up to. He missed how when they were younger, they’d run up to him every time he came home, welcoming him with open arms. When was the last time that even happened?