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“Aug, Aug … you’re going … to … kill me … if you … keep … going,” she pants.
That’s the difference between men and women; she can have orgasms one after the other, and this time, I want to see how many I can pull from her. So, I don’t stop. She squirms and screams and curses me, but I don’t listen.
Pushing through the sensitivity I know she’s going through, I want to see if she can go one more time.
I need it.
She needs it.
My lips are on her pussy again as my hand continues its torturous pleasure. Knowing the exact spot that’s driving her wild, I hit it again and again.
“Auggie,” she screams out, using my nickname for the first time.
My dick is seconds away from coming in my pants because I’m beyond turned on seeing this beautiful woman wriggling around in front of me, entirely at my mercy.
“Yes. Oh my god … yes,” she screams as I pull another earth-shattering orgasm from her body, making her squirt again and again. My mouth is there drinking her up, savoring every drop.
I push the chair away as Rosalie comes down from her orgasm, and unzip myself, and before she even has a chance to grab a breath, I’m inside her. I’m so beyond turned on. It’s not going to take me long.
Rosalie is like a rag doll. She’s exhausted as I continue to thrust into her. She looks up at me with a satisfied grin on her face, so I know she’s enjoying it, but she’s too exhausted to do much. My fingers dig into her hips, holding her in place as I chase my own orgasm, exploding moments later.
“You are so fucking perfect, Rosalie,” I tell her. “I am so fucking lucky.” My praise makes her smile as she slowly sits with me still nestled inside her.
“I’m the lucky one,” she tells me before our lips join in a passionate kiss. Both of us expressing the overwhelming feeling we are having at this moment.
I never dreamed I could be this happy outside of Greyson.
39
ROSALIE
I’m so nervous. Today is the day that I must stand up in front of Friendsburg and the international media and answer their questions, all the while hoping that I don’t misstep. I spent hours with the royal stylist picking the right dress for today and we have settled on this youthful nude-colored lace dress with a fitted bodice that flares out in a full skirt. It has tiny hand-embroidered flowers all over the dress. It’s gorgeous, a little quirky, but me. My hair is out and cascading down my back in light waves. My makeup is natural with a bright red lip. All complemented by ruby earrings, no necklace, and of course, my stunning engagement ring.
“Rosie, you look so beautiful and regal.” Skylar looks at me with glassy eyes as I give her a twirl. “You’ve got this, babe.” My sister’s on point with a pep talk.
Moments later, Augustine emerges from his room and my breath hitches in my throat. He is dressed in a dark navy suit, white shirt, and red tie. He smells like the ocean and my bits begin to throb.
Now isnotthe time.
He looks up as he fastens the buttons of his suit jacket and stops, his mouth falling open when he takes me in.
“I think he likes what he sees.” Skylar chuckles.
“I more than like it,” Augustine states. “You look phenomenal, Rosalie.” He rushes over, pulling me into his arms. He’s moments from kissing me when Skylar is yanking me back and out of his arms.
“You are going to mess up her lipstick.” She tuts at the prince who chuckles.
“Right, well, we better go then,” he says, linking his hand with mine as I wave my sister goodbye. We head down the maze of halls to where the engagement announcement has been set up on the palace balcony.
Nerves wrack my body and my legs begin to shake.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” Augustine says as he stops me mid-stride and looks into my eyes. “I’ve got you.” Then he kisses my cheek, easing the tension. He gives my hand a tight squeeze as the courtiers look on in anticipation. I can hear the crowd screaming outside in the courtyard, calling for their prince.
It’s overwhelming.
Yes, I know I should be used to it being a royal, but because of who my father was there wasn’t this level of enthusiasm for the royal family back home as there is here where it seems Augustine is the country’s favorite son.
“You ready?” Augustine asks one last time.
