The King's Lover
Chapter 232: Dining Table

Chapter 232: Dining Table

From the moment Rose walked into the dining room with a confused expression, Caius had only been thinking of one thing, and if it weren’t bad table manners—not that Caius cared much about that—to invite her for dinner only to turn around and have his fill of her first, he would have sent all the servants out much earlier and taken her right by the door. It wouldn’t be the first time, and he was thinking that he did like their door escapades.

Right now, she had him locked between her legs, and the way she moved her hips was enough to make him lose his sanity. Caius kissed her deeply, and Rose kissed him just as hard, tightening her grip around his waist.

Caius swore against her lips and placed a palm down on the table. Rose moaned, and Caius lost it; he broke the kiss, and Rose looked at him with a dazed expression—her eyes showed her desire.

Caius looked down. The skirt of her dress had been hitched up to her waist, revealing legs adorned in stockings tied with garters just above her knees.

Rose leaned back, and Caius stood to his full height. She untangled her arms from his neck and placed her palms behind her. This provided adequate support, and Rose slightly lifted her bum off the table, grinding on the crown prince.

Caius swore and leaned forward, his hand back on the table. He was straining against his breeches; through the uncomfortable feeling, all he could think about was penetrating her. Rose wasn’t being very kind—he was on the verge of losing it, and she wouldn’t stop tempting him.

Caius kissed her lips again, and Rose kissed him back. She groaned against his mouth, moving her hips. She couldn’t stay still. She could feel a rush spreading from the warmth between her legs. Rose moaned as Caius pressed against her sensitive spot. It felt like it had a heart of its own—Rose could almost feel it pulse.

Caius broke the kiss, and Rose took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling hard. Caius’ eyes locked on her bosom peeking above her dress, but his aim was even lower.

Caius undid her legs from around his waist, and she sat on the table once again. Rose felt a tug on her waist as though her underwear was being pulled. The fabric didn’t stand a chance—it ripped, exposing her privates to him.

Caius’ brown eyes blazed, and he touched her. It felt like she had been starving for so long and had finally been given something to eat. Rose trembled against Caius as he lightly caressed her folds with his fingers. He found a rhythm as he gently massaged her entrance. Her palms dug deeper into the table; it was the only thing keeping her from grabbing him.

"You’re so wet," he teased, whispering right against her ear while simultaneously pushing a finger in.

Rose jerked as she felt his finger in her. Caius moved easily, rubbing the walls of her tender hole. Rose’s ass lifted off the table, she moaned, and her head bent backwards.

She could tell she was speaking, but Rose had no idea what she was saying. Suddenly, Caius moved his hand, and he replaced it with something hotter that pushed against her moist entrance.

"Can’t wait," Caius whispered with a strained voice.

He had barely finished speaking when he plunged in, and a cry ripped out of Rose while Caius swore. He grabbed her waist, and Rose wrapped her legs around him. This pushed him even deeper, and Rose squirmed.

"Your Majesty," Rose cried, her voice echoing in the space.

Her vision blurred, and everything concentrated on where they were joined. Rose felt extra sensitive, as though the smallest movement would have her screaming his name as she was pushed over the edge.

Caius pulled out and then pushed right in. Another cry seared out of Rose, and her legs hung off his sides while his hands gripped her waist.

Caius started to move at a steady pace, as if giving her time to adjust, but he wasn’t slow for long. He slammed in, and Rose’s walls contracted. Her toes curled at the pleasure she felt with each movement.

Caius pumped into her, and Rose could not stop moaning. The table creaked; a few more plates fell off the table, but neither of them cared—Rose couldn’t even hear it.

All she could sense and feel was intense pleasure as Caius thrusted relentlessly into her. She could feel every movement, feel him slide against her tingling walls and slam against her sweet spot.

Rose lifted her rear off the table. She was close—very much so. In a few more thrusts, she would come apart. "Uhh," she moaned. "Your Majesty." <a href="https://.com">.com

"Your Majesty," she called again.

"Ahh!"

"Rose," Caius said. It was a whisper right in her ear.

The vibration sent a different kind of titillation through her. Hearing the crown prince moaning her name was enough to send her over the edge. Rose climaxed with so much force, she collapsed onto the table, her head hitting the wood.

Thankfully, most of the dishes had fallen off at this point, and she didn’t hit anything.

Caius slipped out of her, and she felt warm liquid drip. Rose didn’t have to stay on the table for long before the crown prince lifted her off the table, carrying her across his arms.

"Your Majesty," Rose called, opening her eyes. "What are you doing?" Rose immediately started to try to get off.

"I don’t have the patience to wait for you to recover your strength, and unless you quite like it here, I suggest you stay still."

Rose looked at Caius, and she could see he meant every word. She reluctantly nodded, feeling very embarrassed.

Her dress covered her legs, but her underwear was missing, and Rose hoped it was still around her waist and not on the floor where the servants could see it. Rose didn’t even want to think about it. <a href="https://.com">.com

She tried to glance at the floor quickly before Caius headed for the door, but all she could see were plates and other objects that had fallen off the table. She couldn’t believe they had actually done it here, on a dining table right after eating.