Royalty Gone Bad

Chapter 57: 57. That Tongue

*EXTREMELY EXPLICIT CHAPTER (MATURE CONTENT)*

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Asahd’s POV:

I sat in the back of the store, waiting for a car to pass by and take an order. I was bored and couldn’t

stop thinking of Saïda, as usual.

I kept checking the time to see if it was already her break time and if I could call.

I’d made her promise to come see me that day with some donuts, during her break. Not like I gave a

damn about the donuts. I just wanted to see her. A few days had passed since I’d first begged her to let

me pleasure her. I still kept doing so, but she refused and laughed it off every single time. It frustrated

me so bad. I really wanted her in my arms, hearing her soft moans and feeling the blood rush into my

dick without hesitation. I just loved the thought of pleasuring her, making her feel things she’d never

had. I loved how innocent her whimpers and gasps were. I wanted to make her addicted to me, just as

much as I was becoming of her. I had no care at all about her being taken or whatsoever. I just wanted

her. If I couldn’t make love to her, then I would please her in every other way to quench that desire

she’d caused in me. Saïda was literally driving me crazy and there were some days when I even

thought that I would go nuts or lose all self-control, if I didn’t touch her.

′I’ll make you completely mine. I swear.′

I thought, feeling a lump in my throat. It got even more and more complicated with each day and I was

even more determined. I wasn’t going to let go until she let me. Even if I had to seduce her even more.

′No other woman has driven me this crazy, damn.′

On nights when she would sleep very early and I wasn’t able to see her first, I would stay up all night,

tossing in bed and thinking of her. Thinking of what it would be like if she was single and available for

me. Because that was the only problem. Noure was the fucking problem! Allison wasn’t one for me.

Yes I cared about her, but as a friend. And if Saïda was to part from Noure, I would break up with

Allison without hesitation at all.

′I still don’t care if she’s with Noure, though. I just don’t. I want her.′

I found myself clenching my jaw and staring blankly through the window with a frown on my face.

Things were getting more and more complicated for me. I realised it wasn’t just a like. It wasn’t just a

crush. And it definitely wasn’t nothing but lust. Was I growing an obsession? I didn’t care. It was one I

was willing to keep and definitely some fantasma I was ready to achieve. I didn’t give a single fuck. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

′Never did.′

I covered my face with my palms, taking a deep breath. Allison had exchanged places for a day with

Derrick, but he’d gone to see how the others were doing since no other car had passed for an order

yet. I was alone to think.

I was still lost in my thoughts when Saïda called. I picked immediately.

“Hello, sweetheart.”

"Hello,” I heard her beautiful voice and I could tell she’d smiled.

“I kind of miss you. Though we literally live under the same room,” I said, my heart threatening to burst

out of my chest for a reason I ignored.

She’d recently been sleeping very early because she’d been given more duties to take care of at her

job, making her very tired and exhausted before she got home.

"I like the sound of that. I was given a break a little earlier than planned and um, well, I was wondering

if I could come check you out over there.”

“Oh do come, Saïda. Why the fuck do you even need to ask??” I mused and I heard her laugh a little.

"Is it just me or you sound impatient to see me?” she teased with a laugh.

“I swear, I am,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Hmm okay,” she giggled. "Let me get the donuts and grab a cab.”

“Forget the donuts. It’s you I want,” I stated casually.

She was silent and I knew that had affected her in one way or the other.

“Just grab a cab. I’ll soon be on break, myself. And so, when you get here, we’ll go eat donuts

together.”

"Alright. Are you still in the back service with Allison?”

“Not today. Please come, Saïda.”

"Alright, alright. I’ll be there soon.”

“I can’t wait.”

We hung up and I felt how dry my throat was. I was going to wait for her.

***

About twenty minutes later, I was still in the back service and our break had just begun. The others

were in the main room but I decided to wait for Saïda at the back.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the others welcome somebody who’d just arrived. A few minutes

later, I heard her beautiful voice from behind the door, not far.

“This door??” she asked.

“Yeah! He’s in!” I heard one of the guys reply from the main room. Some seconds after, Saïda walked

in, closing the door. She smiled at me.

“Finally,” I smiled and immediately went to her. She chuckled a little and was going to say something

but I cut her with a kiss.

I wrapped her up in my arms and made her breathless on the spot. Gosh, the satisfaction I felt.

“Mmm,” I moaned into her mouth as we kissed, loving the warmth of her mouth and how only she,

made me feel with a kiss.

“Mm! Asahd!” she pushed me away a little, surprise all over her face.

“What?” I asked, slightly breathless already.

“We shouldn’t. Especially not here.”

“I don’t care,” I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me again, kissing her deeper. I felt her melt and kiss

me back. But some seconds after, she snapped out again and stepped back.

“No, it’s– It’s too risky,” she gasped for some air.

“All I want is to have you my arms right now,” I muttered and wrapped her up again. “And you want

same. That’s why you came, Saïda,” I let my thumb over her bottom lip.

“Your colleagues are out there, Asahd,” she stated.

“I want you way too much to care about what they think.”

“Asahd, Allison’s out there.”

“Well, fuck that,” I stated without hesitation and I saw surprise as well as amusement, linger in her

beautiful eyes.

“Oh okay,” she mused a little and I pulled her closer to me.

I lowered my head and was going to kiss her again when someone opened the door and stepped in.

Saïda immediately got out of my grip.

I turned to see a confused Derrick and a surprised Alex.

Saïda turned red and stared at me. I was kinda amused, instead. They’re expressions were priceless.

“Uh, did– did we interrupt or miss something?” Alex stammered, scratching his head a little.

“Oh my,” I heard Saïda whisper lowly before backing us and going to stare out the window.

“We need to talk,” I mused to both guys.

“Yeah, I think that too,” Derrick muttered, putting his hand on his dreads.

I smiled in amusement and turned to Saïda who was staring out of the window. Then in Arabic, I said:

“I’ll let them know we aren’t related.”

“You think it’s a good idea??”

“That’s all I’ll say. Nothing more. You know they’re very down to earth and have proven they can keep a

good secret, Saïda.”

She stared at me. I was right. Still no one was aware of my relationship with Allison. The guys had

proven enough to be very good friends.

“You’re right, but this is still awkward.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be right back.”

I then turned to the boys.

“Let’s go outside.”

“Alright.”

-

We got outside and to the parking lot where we knew no one could eavesdrop on us.

“Bro, is it just my eyes playing tricks or you were going to kiss Saïda??” Alex started, with wide eyes.

“My eyes are definitely playing tricks too, cuz I saw the same thing,” Derrick added. “Isn’t that your

sister, dude? Or they accept that type of thing where you come from. Cuz, I’m confused as fuck right

now.”

I laughed at how shocked they seemed.

“First of all, that’s kinda offensive. No, incest is definitely not a thing, where I come from,” I mused.

“Then??”

“Okay. Saïda isn’t my sister. We’re not related at all,” I told them and they stared at each other in

disbelief.

“What? But you said she was? Who is she then? You better be honest bro, cuz we’re lost.”

I went on to talk about how Saïda was just an old family friend, as well as her father. I told them that

she and her father had recently moved to New York and how I followed them to try and be independent

and start something on my own. I told them they were like family but we really weren’t related and they

were okay with me living under the same roof with them and so on.

“Then why did y’all claim to be siblings in the first place?” Derrick mused.

“I don’t know. Maybe because we felt it was easier to say because of how close we are.”

“Y’all are way closer than that after what we saw back there,” Alex mused.

“We were just very good friends at the start. But recently, things got kinda complicated between us.”

“Wait,” Derrick’s eyes widened. “She’s the chick you’re mad over?”

“Yup.” I mused and they stared at each other.

“Woah, the plot twist!” Alex laughed in disbelief.

“I remember her rooting for you and Allison. Dude, when did it start??”

“I don’t really know. But things got real after the night we went camping.”

“Hum!!” Alex exclaimed and we laughed.

“Where’s her fiancé?”

“Morocco.”

“While you’re here stealing his girl, Asahd!” Derrick laughed.

“I still find this shocking as hell. And I who even thought you and Saïda kinda looked alike,” Alex

muttered and we laughed at him.

“Please, guys. No one should know about this,” I told them.

“Count on us. Lips, zipped.”

“Alright. Y’all are great. Thanks.”

--

I returned to Saïda.

“What did you tell them?” she asked and I explained to her what I’d told the guys.

“Hm, okay.”

I kissed her forehead.

“We still got time. Let’s go grab some donuts to eat.”

“Okay.”

***

That night, after Djafar had retired to bed, I went to Saïda’s room. I met her sitting with her legs straight

on the bed, manipulating her phone with her back against the bedpost. She had her long nightgown on.

“Hey,” she said when she looked up at me. I was in my boxers and the way she always looked at me,

pleased me.

“Hey,” I smiled and sat at the end of her bed, close to her feet.

“Here to beg me again?” she teased with a knowing smile.

“No, I’m here to massage your feet,” I lied with a chuckle, though I actually put her feet on my thighs

and began to massage.

She bit her lip in amusement.

“Good boy,” she mused.

“You just love it when I beg you endlessly, Saïda,” I shook my head and she laughed.

“It’s always fun to have a highly respected Prince, beg and massage your feet,” she replied with a

proud, playful smile on.

“It’s even better when you let him please you,” I said and she raised a playful brow.

“Probably. But I’m not tempted,”

“That’s not a problem. Let me tempt you then,” I had my legs crossed while I sat on her bed, with my

thighs apart.

Slowly, I took her right foot off my left thigh and put it in between my thighs.

Saïda’s eyes widened a little and her cheeks turned red when I intentionally pressed the palm of her

foot against the bulge in my boxers, with my hand. She gasped when she felt my semierect dick,

covered by nothing but the boxers fabric, rub against the palm of her foot. The feeling made

goosebumps to cover my skin in no time.

“Asahd, no,” she gasped and pulled her foot but I held it firmly and in place.

“Shh.” I hushed her and pressed her foot harder against myself. A low moan escaped my lips and a

nervous Saïda literally panicked.

“Yalah, Asahd!” she gasped lowly and still tried to pull away to no avail.

I lowered myself and kissed her foot.

“Please let me taste you, Saïda,” I begged, my throat dry.

She stared at me with mixed feelings. I could tell a lot was going through her mind.

“Please. I won’t see you, just taste you. I’ll be under the sheets. And we’ll lower the lights. Please.”

I saw her swallow and I did same. Still pressing her foot against my boner in nothing but frustration, I

hoped for her to say yes. I needed her to let me.

“Please.”

“Asahd stop begging me for something like this, please,” she pleaded in return, clearly confused.

“Saïda, I’m desperate,” the words left my mouth without filter. And the strangest part was, I meant

them.

′I’m losing it.′

“Are you hearing yourself?” she gasped lowly.

“I might sound crazy. But I don’t care. I’m crazy over you, Saïda. Maybe more than you think.”

I could tell her breath hitched and her eyes seemed to shine.

Slowly, I let her go and stood. I went and lowered the lights till they were dim. Very dim.

I returned to the bed and slowly covered her with the sheets. She was going to say something but I cut

in with another:

“Please.”

It seemed to work for the moment because she didn’t speak again and just watched me with a flushed

face.

I sent my arms under the sheets from the bottom. I caressed my way up to her thighs to the waistband

of her panties. I still didn’t look and just stared at her.

Slowly, I pulled them off till they reached her ankle. I could see how nervous she was.

“Asahd, I– I shouldn’t let this happen,” she stammered.

“I promise, Saïda. I won’t look at you. I’ll do nothing but pleasure you. I swear on my own head that I

won’t look at you.”

I meant it and me swearing on my own head, made her trust me.

I closed my eyes and slowly, I got under the sheets from her legs. I didn’t look and I wasn’t going to. I’d

promised to keep my eyes shut and I would.

I kissed my way softly and up her soft legs and thighs. I could feel how stressed and tensed she was. I

knew it would change.

“Asahd,” she started but I cut her.

“Please trust me, sweetheart,” my reply was husky and my throat was dry. All I wanted was to have my

tongue in her.

Her thighs were shut tight and I kissed them softly. I went further to the top and kissed the top of her

mound. I heard a whimper escape her lips.

“Please, part your thighs,” I muttered, swallowing. Slowly and nervously, she did so a little. With my

hands, I parted them a little wider. She gasped. Without further thinking, I stuck my tongue out and

found her cl*t immediately. I pressed it slow with the flat of my tongue, parting her lips and a sharp gasp

escaped Saïda’s mouth.

I already loved the taste of her innocent self.

′Ohhh we’re just getting started, sweetheart.′

Writer’s POV:

Saïda’s breath caught up in her chest the moment she felt Asahd’s tongue against her sensitive folds.

She bit her lip real hard as goosebumps immediately covered her skin.

’Oh my gosh.′

And then, she felt his tongue give her another slow lick, from the top to bottom now. She gasped and

gripped the sheets, a wave of foreign sensations washing over her. Asahd didn’t end it there. He

repeated the same process. Licking her slow and nice like he’d licked that marshmallow, top to bottom

like a kid would lick on chocolate on his palm. Saïda’s head began to spin, her eyes began to close,

more gasps and low moans escaped her lips and her chest began to heave.

But it was just a start. He definitely could lick better than that.

Asahd’s POV:

I could hear her breathing change and it made me smile as I licked her like some lolly pop.

′Time to taste more. Sorry not sorry, Noure.′

I opened my mouth and pressed it against her folds, covering her up completely and leaving nothing

untouched by my wet tongue.

“Aah!” she gasped and I heard her moan lowly. I loved the sound of that. She raised her hips and I

pressed my face harder against her, literally French kissing her soft folds.

“Oh my gosh!” a whimper escaped her lips. “Mmmm, oh my gawd!” I felt her grab a handful of the

bedsheets and pull on them.

“Mmmm, you like it?” I moaned softly, teasing her sensitive and swollen nub with the tip of my tongue.

“Ahhhh, Asahd!” her moans were low, yet raw as I loved.

She raised her hips some more and I took her clit into my mouth before suckling on it. It drove her wild

and another whimper escaped her lips like a low sob. She raised her hips some more with low gasps.

“Ohh!!” she gasped for air. “Asahd, please!” she was begging for release already. I could taste her

juices and it made me smile.

I stopped suckling on her and stuck my tongue out.

“Grind on it, babe,” I whispered huskily.

Saïda raised her hips and did as told. She couldn’t control her body anymore as well as maintain sane

thoughts. I loved it. She rubbed herself against my tongue as much as she could, gasping and

whimpering as she begged for an orgasm.

“Asahd, please!” her plea was like a sob. I was literally torturing her.

Without waiting any longer, I went back to suckling on her sensitive folds and making her shut her legs,

trapping my head in between her soft thighs.

“Aahh!” she sobbed and raised her hips, pulling on the sheets and begging me. I could’ve sworn,

though with eyes closed, she’d probably shed a tear.

I licked her faster, showing no mercy to her sensitive nub as my tongue rough handled it. Her gasps

were sharper and I knew she was getting closer. I licked her roughly now, making her whimper and sob

in pleasure. She began to move a lot and could hardly stay in place.

I buried my tongue in her and I could hear her muffled groan of pleasure. Like she’d put a pillow over

her face.

“Mmm,” I moaned against her, my boner hurting and my heart threatening to explode.

“Ahhhh!” she moaned out raw, the beautiful sound perfectly muffled by the pillow. “ASAHD!”

She gasped my name one last time and I kissed her inner thighs. She came like crazy, her orgasm

hutting her real hard.

I kissed her thighs as she groaned in pleasure and ecstasy.

After long sweet seconds, when I felt the sheet underneath my chest, wet, there was silence. Still

keeping my eyes closed. I got out of the sheets and looked at her.

Beauty had passed out. Yet her chest continued to heave and her beautiful face was bright pink.

I quietly got off the bed and caressed her cheek.

“Goodnight, my sweetheart,” I whispered before leaving her room.

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