I feel her tongue on my back, and it sends shivers all the way down my spine. Her hand tightens, and I grunt as I release my seed. It spreads all over her hand, and I watch as it coats her and she continues to pump my cock. Seeing her fingers covered in my release is more than I can stand.
Reaching down, I snatch her wrist and turn around, pinning her to the wall and thrusting inside her in half a second.
“Karim!” she shouts, and it echoes off the tiles.
I fuck her hard as her legs squeeze right around my waist. She brings her cum-coated fingers up to her mouth and sucks them clean as I thrust in and out. When she takes them away I kiss her, slipping my tongue inside and tasting myself. I growl and feel the need building again, but I hold off until she gets her pleasure first.
I squeeze her ass tight and then slip a wet finger to her asshole, pressing slightly as my cock sinks into her pussy.
“That’s it, my king. Right there,” she moans, and digs her nails into my shoulders.
I press a little firmer on her asshole and move my mouth to her neck. I bite down a little and feel her body tighten as she screams out her orgasm.
The steam of the hot shower and the sweat of my body slide her against me as I thrust her through her pleasure. When the pulses of her cunt are too much to take, I go over the edge with her and fill her sweet little pussy to the brim.
Some of it leaks out the sides, and I moan as I see it. There’s nothing hotter than watching my cock pump cum into my queen.
She kisses me sweetly, and we stay like that for a long time, kissing while the water runs over both of us.
After what feels like a long time, Giselle laughs. “Thank God the kids are staying at their cousins’ this weekend.”
The older boys are helping on the orchard, and the twin girls are probably having a ball telling them what to do.
“I do love when you’re loud,” I say, nuzzling her neck.
“I wonder how loud we could be in the library?”
“Is this an excuse to have sex while you read?” I ask, smiling at my queen.
“Absolutely,” she says, and gives me a kiss.
I take my time washing Giselle and then carry her to the library. Because that’s what a king does for his queen—anything she asks.
THE END
Layla O’Leary has had enough. For years she has been haunted by the night she can’t remember. When she learns the only man she's ever loved has betrayed her, she escapes and crafts a new identity. She's finally free...
Carter has waited eight years to claim his woman. Locking him up only fueled his obsession. The day he gets out he's coming for her. Taking the Fall was just the start. Now he'll stop at nothing to possess what's his.
Warning: this book contains a hero who grunts and growls his way through life, a heroine nicknamed Cherry looking to lose it, and insta-love so fast and hard your panties might disintegrate. Note: not responsible for exploding panties.
BONUS: Letters Carter wrote Cherry while in Prison.
Includes Short Story on Jeanette & Saint
They met by chance. Or so she thought...
Losing her wasn't something he was willing to do. Sometimes life takes you to the edge, but Jeanette had a Saint to
catch her.
This is the short story of how they met, how they fell in love, and how much Saint loves going down on her.
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
Edited by Aquila Editing
This book is dedicated to my best girl, Jeanette. She’s tough as nails, doesn’t take shit, but has the biggest heart of anyone I know. Let’s never break up… I’d miss the food talk the most.
Prologue
Layla
“What the fuck are you doing here, Cherry?” Carter growls and stands up from a metal chair.
I’ve never seen this look on him before. Well, not directed at me anyway. What should I expect though? The man is in prison and has been for four years, and still has another four to go.
I haven’t seen him since that night. The night I can’t remember. The reason I’m here.
“Did you get my letters?” I ask, ignoring his question. I sent hundreds over the years and never once did he respond.