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“Oh my God,” he cried.

I reached for one of his legs and brought it up to rest on the arm of the love seat. With my free hand, I reached behind him to slide two fingers inside him. They squished around in my cum as I stimulated him from both ends.

“Harder,” he begged. “I’m so close.”

I jammed my fingers as far as I could and circled the head of his cock with my tongue before sucking him down again. A tremor started in his legs, vibrating, and his body spasmed as he came inside my mouth. He jerked a few times before collapsing against me, and I caught him in my arms.

“That’s Daddy’s good boy,” I whispered, stroking his cum-slicked hole. “With such perfect holes for Daddy. Why don’t you come up here and let Daddy get a taste of it?”

I helped him onto the seat to stand and eased him down until he was using my face like a chair. He sighed with pleasure, holding his cheeks apart as I sucked and licked the cum from inside him. With one last, loving kiss and a flick of my tongue inside him, I caught him by the waist and lowered him again.

“I love the way you always eat your cum out of my ass,” he murmured.

I chuckled, kissing him. “Well, it’s only fair for me to love on your ass given the fun I have with it.”

“Fun, huh?” He smiled.

“Yup, the best kind of fun. One day I’m going to tie you to the bed and edge you for hours just by licking your ass.”

A shiver ran through him. “Oh God, yes. I can’t wait. You always fuck me so good, Jude.”

I smiled, loving the way he occasionally called me by my first name, though I smacked his ass playfully.

“Who’s this Jude that you speak of?”

He giggled. “Daddy.”

“Perfect. Now up you go. We have to clean up and sneak back into the ballroom as if nothing happened.”

“I can try,” he said, wriggling his sexy bottom at me. “But I’m sure everyone will take one look at me and know I’ve just been ridden hard. Your cock’s so big.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that a complaint?”

“Nope. It’s just perfect in the moment, but no picnic to try and walk properly after.”

The good thing was that he did try, although I didn’t think he was convincing enough. His steps were too dainty, and he would discreetly wriggle his ass as though he was still feeling the imprint of my dick. Or it could have been my silly grin the whole time we were back that gave us away. Either way, I was certain we hadn’t fooled anyone.

23

SOREN

“You’re not going to stay tonight?” I asked Jude when he parked outside the club. While he rarely came to the club, he’d taken to at least dropping me off every night. Sometimes I got a ride home with Phoenix or one of the other workers on my shift. Only the ones I had grown close to, though. Over time some had started giving me the cold shoulder because I’d sort of become popular in the VIP lounge. But it wasn’t my fault that years of being royalty meant I was a natural at rubbing elbows with the rich and famous. Once I’d gotten the hang of the club, I started feeling invincible. It didn’t even faze me anymore when I spotted Martin’s former boy around the club, prowling for a new rich lover. I just gave him a wide berth.

“I didn’t plan to,” Jude said, reaching across the console to squeeze my thigh. “Why? Did you want me to stay?”

“No, it’s okay. Just wondered.”

He smiled, brushed my cheek, and then leaned in closer so he could kiss me. “I’m so proud of you. It’s been over a month, little prince, and look how far you’ve come.”

“Only because of you.”

“You had it in you all along. I love you, Soren.”

Guilt gnawed at my insides at the way he was looking at me so trustingly. He’d shared everything about his life with me, including his ex, his criminal past, and his family. Meanwhile, Aaron had found out that I was really a prince the day we’d been packing care items for the shelter. One of the few pieces he’d found among the recovered items from Daphne was my brother’s crest, which I’d been gifted when he was buried. He’d looked up the item, and it had led him to the royal family of Belvaria, where he’d found all the articles about my conferred title and subsequent ruin.

I was lucky it was Aaron who had found out about it and no one else. I trusted him not to say anything, but he’d reminded me that the truth couldn’t be hidden forever, and wouldn’t I prefer to tell Jude myself?

I’d tried so many times to tell him, then chickened out. Other men would have probably been ecstatic to be in a relationship with a prince, but I knew enough about Jude that I was certain he wouldn’t be thrilled about the news. He was a simple man who’d had too much excitement already in his life from when he went to prison. All he wanted was to live a quiet life on the beach with someone as normal as he was and make furniture in his workshop.