Page 95 of The Royal in Room 3

“You’ll need to make many notes.” I sat up a little, still straddling him shamelessly in the middle of the small council room. He was hard beneath me, and I couldn’t help teasing him by bouncing a bit on his cock, satisfied at his low growl.

“Oh God, Soren. Don’t tease me here. The last thing we need is for someone to walk in on me getting an early start on trying to make the next generation of princes.”

“But I’d like that very much.”

“Then get off me and take me to your room or somewhere more private.”

I scrambled to my feet fast and held out a hand to him with a smile. For a second, he just looked at my hand, then he returned my smile and allowed me to help him up. However, he did most of the work himself. He didn’t let go, and neither did I as I led him out of the room.

“We can’t stay away for too long,” I whispered, knowing the palace walls had ears and things had a way of making the rounds until they eventually reached my father. “I have to get back to the function.”

“I can be fast. I haven’t had sex in months, little prince. I am very much looking forward to all that breeding that you promised me.”

I made a low groan and moved quicker along the hall toward my suite of rooms. I glanced over my shoulder at him to find him staring at my ass and grinning.

“What?” I asked.

“Am I just missing you or did your ass get fuller?”

My cheeks burned. “I might have done a little overeating while I was heartbroken. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Mind?” He bridged the space between us and bent his head to whisper in my ear, “I can’t wait to have you on your knees so I can watch the way your ass moves when I fuck you from behind.”

“Oh God, Daddy. I need it.”

When we finally made it to my room, I shut the door behind us and threw myself at Jude. He caught me, but he was distracted by the room.

“Whoa, this is your room?”

“This entire wing is mine.” I gripped the V of his shirt and pulled him with me toward the bed. “Focus, Daddy. I can show you around later. We don’t have much time, remember?”

His eyes returned to me. “Right. Where’s the lube?”

“Right here.” I grabbed the bottle from the bedside table. He took it from me and frowned at how much was missing.

“I used it to finger myself at night while imagining it was you.”

“Did it work?”

“No.” I shrugged off my jacket, then unbuttoned my shirt. “Nobody and nothing else can feel quite like you, Daddy.”

We both undressed in record time, and I hopped up onto the bed. Jude pulled me back to the edge and kissed me. The second his lips touched mine, I was a goner, panting and raking my nails across his back.

“On your knees,” he urged me, and I quickly turned around.

One hand planted on the mattress, I shook my cheeks for him, and he groaned.

“Fuck. You hungry for me to be in that ass, baby?”

“Hmm.” I pried my cheeks apart, and when he hissed a breath, I smirked. I knew exactly what he liked.

“A fat ass for a fat dick,” he said softly, as though in wonder to himself. He spat on my hole and rubbed the head of his cock over it. “How badly do you want it, little prince?”

“So much.”

“Then finger your hole for me. Show me how ready you’ve been keeping yourself for me.”

I sucked my fingers into my mouth, getting them all wet with saliva, then eased them gently inside me. Slowly, I plugged my hole, over and over, while he spread lube over his cock and stroked it while watching me.