Page 118 of King of the Crease

“Hank…”

“I guess I gotta get back in shape to chase a baby around.”

“Don’t change a thing.”

“Because you’re a royal…are we able to get help with those three a.m. feedings?”

“Oh absolutely!” Our mouths meet for another kiss, this one infused with pure love for each other. “Three months ago, we didn’t know each other existed, and now we’re talking about starting a family.”

“Yeah, we haven’t been together for that long, but at forty-three, I know myself well, and I know that we’re going to be in each other’s lives for a long time.” Hank yanks me down to the bed, flips me around so I’m on my back, staring up at his rugged face.

“The best part of having a baby?” His hand travels down my chest, under the waistband of my underwear, and taps my hole, which aches for him.

“You do know how babies are made, right?” I quirk an eyebrow.

“Nothing says we can’t keep trying.” He circles my hole, playing with the sensitive skin as our mouths find each other in a hungry kiss.

I claw at his back, wanting him close, on top of me. I breathe in his musky, salty scent, tinged with lead. Can’t fathom how I went a month without seeing him.

He yanks off my boxers. My hard cock thwacks against my stomach. I instinctively lift my legs to give him better access, because I desperately want him inside me.

I stroke a hand through his chest hair, grazing over the lumps of his torso. My big, strong teddy bear is back. Our tongues tangle together; my mouth fills with heat.

Hank licks his fingers, then slides them into my hole, up to the second knuckle.

“You like that? You like my fingers stretching you open?”

“I fucking love it.”

The squelching sound of his slick fingers fucking me fills the room, as do the moans spilling out of my mouth. His eyes darken, slashing over my body with lust.

His hot breath dances on my lips through ravenous kisses. He runs a hand through my beard; I tangle my fingers in his hair, wanting this moment to stretch on forever.

Hank kisses across my chest, takes a nipple between his teeth, and lightly pulls. My hand flails out searching for his cock. He juts his hips up to make contact.

“God yes,” I moan. I jerk his thick rod, loving its heaviness.

His fingers go harder and faster. My cock leaks like crazy, heat rising in my core as the friction is on the verge of making me explode..

“Fuck,” I gasp out. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

“I want you to come with my dick inside you.”

“Then put it in me. That’s a royal decree.”

“I love that we can make royal jokes now that I know you’re a prince.” Hank pulls his fingers out and gives me a pat on the ass. He leans down and takes my cock in his mouth. The warmth of his tongue hurtles me closer to the edge. He groans against my shaft, sending shivers through me.

And just before I completely lose control, he stops, sensing I’m reaching a point of no return.

He takes the bottle of lube from my nightstand. “I can’t believe there’s lube in a centuries-old castle.”

Hank coats his index finger with lube and presses inside my opening. I writhe from the touch of his rough, calloused hands. He turns me on my side and gets behind me. I lift my top leg to give him better access.

There’s a few seconds while Hank roots around for my opening, but once he makes contact and I feel the breach of his thick cock entering me, I see stars.

He wraps a hairy arm around me, pulling me close as his dick fills me up. The sweat and roughness of his chest scratches against the soft skin of my back like a well-worn knit blanket.

“Yes. My beautiful Nick,” he whispers in my ear. He squeezes my left nipple, making me feel electric.