All Chapters of SWEET SPOT: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

GwenI kept riding him, hips rolling and bouncing with growing desperation. Every time I sank down, his thick cock stretched me open so perfectly that a wet, filthy slap echoed through the hotel room. My breasts bounced heavily with the movement. Cedric’s hands stayed locked on my waist, fingers digging into my soft flesh hard enough to bruise, guiding me, forcing me to take him deeper on every stroke.“Look at you,” he groaned, eyes fixed on where our bodies joined. “Princess of the Green Fields Kingdom, bouncing on her bodyguard’s cock like a needy little slut. Listen to how wet you are. Fucking dripping down my balls.”The dirty words only made me clench harder around him. I could feel how soaked I was — the slick sounds of my pussy taking him over and over were obscene, wet, and shameless. Every downward thrust forced a soft, broken moan from my throat.I’m so full… God, he’s so deep like this. I can feel him hitting places no one else ever has. I paid for this. I wanted this. And

Cedric The next day I returned to the palace for work.Everything felt slightly different walking back through those familiar corridors, lighter somehow, like something that had been pressing down on my chest for months had finally shifted just enough to let me breathe properly.Nora was awake. She was weak and thin and had a long road of recovery ahead of her, but she was awake and talking and had already managed to tell me I looked tired, which meant she was very much herself.I saw Gwen in the hallway not long after I arrived.I told her everything before she could even say good morning. That the call had come early. That Nora had opened her eyes. That she was alive and conscious and holding my hand and making jokes within the first hour of waking up. The words came out faster than I intended, like they had been waiting to be said to someone specific and had finally found the right person.Gwen’s face changed as I talked. The careful, composed expression she usually wore in the pa

CedricGwen swallowed.“I like you too,” she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper.Something warm and careful bloomed in my chest. I lifted both hands and gently cradled her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks. Then I leaned in and kissed her.This kiss was different from every one that had come before.It was slow. Deep. Full of everything I hadn’t known how to say until now. Gwen kissed me back just as softly, her fingers curling into the front of my shirt. We stayed like that for a long time, mouths moving together, breathing each other in.Eventually I guided us down until we were lying on the couch, her body half on top of mine. The kisses never stopped. Every now and then we would pull apart just enough to look at each other — quiet little stares filled with wonder, like neither of us could quite believe this was real.Gwen’s hands slid under the hem of my shirt. She tugged it upward. I sat up just enough to help her pull it over my head and toss it aside. The coo

GwenBefore I could say anything else, Cedric slipped his arms under me and lifted me up in one smooth, unhesitating motion.A small surprised sound escaped me before I could stop it, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers gripping the back of his shoulder. He carried me as though I weighed absolutely nothing, moving through the apartment with quiet, unhurried steps. The only sounds were our soft breathing and the faint pad of his bare feet against the floor, the rest of the world completely absent from the room.He set me down gently on the closed toilet seat and crossed to the shower, turning the water on and adjusting it with careful attention until the temperature was exactly right. Then he stepped in first and held his hand back out to me, patient and steady, guiding me under the warm spray beside him.The water fell over both of us in a cascade of warmth that immediately softened every tense place in my body. I stood there and let it happen, too tired and t

CedricThe door clicked shut.And then it was just the two of us.I stood in the middle of my own bedroom in sweatpants, and the King of the Green Fields Kingdom stood three feet away from me with his hands at his sides and an expression on his face that I had absolutely no framework for navigating. The guards were outside. Gwen was outside. Whatever happened in this room in the next few minutes happened with no witnesses and no buffer between us.He looked at me for a long moment without speaking.I held his gaze and waited.“Sit down,” he said finally.It wasn’t a suggestion. I pulled the chair from the corner and sat. He remained standing, which I understood was intentional, and moved to the window. He stood there with his back to me for a moment, looking out at the quiet street below, hands clasped behind him.The silence was the kind that asked you to fill it and punished you if you filled it wrong.“How long,” he said, without turning around.Not a question. A demand dressed as