Page 28 of The Royal in Room 3

Then I leaned in, leaving an inch between us so he could reject me if he wanted. He pressed his lips against mine, the kiss soft and unhurried as we lingered to learn each other’s mouths. I explored the sweetness of his tongue, the graze of his teeth, and the tiny gasps he emitted as if he were running out of air.

When we parted, he stayed close, our breaths mingling. I glanced around us, confirming we wouldn’t be seen by anyone.

“Do you still want to come?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he said so quickly that I laughed. “But is it safe to do that here?”

“It’s dark and no one’s close enough to us to see anything. I have a feeling it won’t take you long.”

“Doubt it,” he confirmed. “It’s been six months since. I’ll probably pop off the second you touch me.”

“Good. That’s what I’m counting on.”

I kissed him again, gently easing him to lie back on the sand. After wiping my hand off onto my trousers, I slipped my hand beneath the elastic waistband of his pants and his underwear. My palm wrapped around the thick length of his cock, and he groaned into my mouth, hips bucking.

“Say it, little prince,” I whispered against his lips.

“Daddy,” he moaned. “That feels so good. Please. Don’t stop touching me.”

I had sensed his earlier hesitation about doing this on the beach, but that seemed to have flown out the window as his cries picked up.

“Shh. We don’t want everyone else to hear what a naughty boy you are, do we?”

“I’m only naughty because Daddy’s naughty,” he whispered.

Saucy. I liked the spunk in him.

“Sassy boys get punished, you know,” I said, removing my hand from his cock, and he whined.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. Please.”

Grinning wickedly, I checked around us again to ensure we were still alone, then pulled down the front of his pants and his underwear. I bent my head and captured the head of his cock inside my mouth. Soren’s hand flew up to his face, and he bit his fist, swallowing his cry.

I sank lower, taking him to the back of my throat, and swallowed around him. His hips jerked, and a squeaking cry left him as he began to come. Ropes of cum shot down my throat, warming my belly. I didn’t stop sucking until his hips fell back against the sand with a soft thud.

“Oh my God,” he breathed heavily. “That was—I can’t—I’ve never been sucked off in public before. If my father knew about this, he would have a conniption.”

I fixed his clothes and lowered myself next to him. “You always think about your father immediately after sex?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He twisted his body until he fell directly onto me without hesitation. Affection rolled off him in waves as he rubbed his head over my chest like a satisfied kitten. I cupped his ass and swallowed thickly at how plump he was from behind.

To sink between those cheeks…

A soft snore left Soren, and I startled at how quickly he was falling asleep. “Soren?”

“Hmm.”

“You can’t fall asleep. Come on. Let’s get you back to the house.”

“But it’s so nice here, Daddy,” he whispered. “It’s been so long…”

“Since what?” No response. “Soren?”

Fuck.

Guess I’m carrying him back to the house and he’s sleeping over tonight.

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