Page 105 of Royal Desire

Those blue eyes peek up at me through her thick lashes. “Here’s to new memories.”

I drag my thumb over her bottom lip. “I love you so fucking much.”

And with that, I lose the blue eyes I’ve missed for so long and lean back in my chair. Her blonde hair falls in a mess over my lap. Her lips close around my cock. My dick in her soft wet mouth is heaven. When she sucks, my reality flies out the window. I’m pulled into another dimension with no one but Ruby.

Her cheeks hollow. Her head bobs up and down. I can’t look away from my cock disappearing between her lips with her every move. I should close my eyes and get lost in this, but I can’t look away from her. She’s a work of art.

She wraps one hand around the base of my cock and swirls her tongue around my tip before taking me deep again. The talk of babies and a family...

And now this.

I groan when she sucks me hard to the tip before diving down for more.

“Baby.” I fist her hair at the base of her neck.

She doesn’t stop. If anything, she moves faster, which is not what I need.

“Ruby, baby.”

She hums on my cock. Her fist around my base tightens.

I surge down and grab her under the arms. She’s forced to let go of my cock with a pop of her beautiful lips.

Her face is flushed when I stand and pull her to her feet. “Why did you do that? I wanted to finish.”

I yank the T-shirt she’s wearing up and over her head to find the tiny panties I bought her at Walmart the other day. I push them to the floor before I put her back to my desk.

I wish I could do that dramatic swiping thing where everything flies across the room for effect, but let’s be real—I’m all electronic. I despise paper sitting around. I don’t even own Post-it notes. Throwing my coaster across the room is lame, so it remains on the corner of the very desk we’re making new memories on.

I stand between her legs and spread them wide so I can drag my finger down her pussy. So wet.

I surge into her in one go and bury myself to the hilt as I bend to take her mouth. She wraps her legs around my waist and holds on tight.

When I release her lips, I’m out of breath as I stare down at her. “We’re not wasting the baby juice. Not when we’re in fuck it mode.”

Her expression settles into something I don’t recognize. “I should cry, but I’m too turned on. Maybe later.”

I press my lips to hers for another kiss. Then I pull her legs out from around my waist and stand. Taking her in sprawled across my desk is everything I dreamed it would be and more. I bring my thumb to her clit. There’s nothing slow or pushing her to the edge before pulling her back tonight. I work her clit as I fuck her, pounding her body up and down on the desk. As I look down my bare chest, our connection is the star of the show. I’m as obsessed with the sight of us coming together as I am her.

She presses her head back into my desk and arches her neck. I feel her pussy start to constrict around my dick. It reminds me of her sweet mouth. Both are fucking perfect.

I pound into her and don’t let up on her clit. She calls out, her moans and gasps bouncing off the wood paneled walls, from the floor to the ceiling. The sound of it is cleansing.

Healing.

Therapeutic.

My orgasm chases hers. I can’t hold back any longer.

I pound into her one more time before I come hard.

I press into her again and stay there. When I fall forward, my hands land on the desk on either side of her head. We both struggle to catch our breaths. Then she reaches up, tags me behind the neck, and pulls me to her.

I take over the kiss and relish in the feel of us.

I let go to look at her. Tears slide down her temples. “Who knew the term baby juice could make me cry.”

My heartrate starts to even out, and I reach up to brush the hair from her face. “I want everything with you, and I wanted it last year. Hell, I wanted it a decade ago. We’ll get there, baby. I promise we will.”