Page 119 of King of the Crease

His cock thrusts in me, adding more oxygen to the fire surging in my belly. My hard cock rests against the silk sheets, the friction only adding to the horniness enrapturing me.

“Fuck me, Hank.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

I didn’t think your majesty would ever be a turn-on after hearing my parents called that for decades. But the deep, raspy tone of Hank’s voice does wonders.

He licks a line of sweat off my neck as his cock goes in and out of my ass. I fist the sheets, arcing my hips toward him to get him in deeper.

“Harder,” I utter.

“So hot,” he grunts against my neck. Hank pounds into my hole, opening it wide, making every part of me melt.

Our bodies are so close, hot and sweaty, all restraint gone. I need this man in ways I didn’t know possible.

Hank full on fucks me. All deep grunts and friction and need.

“I love getting fucked by you.”

“Come for me, beautiful Nick.”

I may be the future king of Ardenia, but I will always be his Nick from Baltimore.

He wraps his fist around my engorged cock and pumps me until I explode with orgasm. He holds me close as I completely lose control and spill come across the sheets.

“You really get good distance,” he notes.

Were I not in a sex-fueled daze, I would laugh.

A few moments later, he empties himself inside me, his body clenching with release.

I turn my head. Our lips meet in a tender kiss that makes my sweat-glazed skin glow.

“I love you.” I gaze into his eyes.

“Love you right back.”

We lay there—the big, burly spoon and the little, royal spoon. An unlikely combination that makes perfect sense.

EPILOGUE - HANK

FIVE MONTHS LATER

This is the moment, right?

This is one of those key moments that every parent thinks about when their child’s born, one of those milestones they both look forward to and dread because it’s another definitive marker that time is passing.

After almost eighteen years, I’m about to watch my son graduate high school and officially become an adult.

I wish this June evening wasn’t so humid, but at least it’s sunny, a welcome respite from the week of rain we’ve had.

“Brody Rush,” announces Principal Aguilar, his name echoing through the sound system.

Our row, filled with Comebacks players, their kids, and Millie’s family, stands up and cheers at the top of their lungs. There isn’t a competition about which kid gets the most applause, but Brody would totally win.

He walks across the stage and gives me a wave. He looks like a man in that graduation robe.

I told myself I wasn’t going to cry.