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We are sex fiends! I need his mouth. His hands. His rock-hard cock. I need him penetrating me all the time. Thrusting. Pulsing! I need to be spanked. Told that I’m a naughty girl. Choked! Oh God, he won’t be able to choke me. How will I ever live? How the hell am I supposed to go on with my daily royal business knowing that when I retreat to my room at night, I won’t be held down by the throat while my man uses me as his own personal fuck toy?
He’s never one to challenge authority, but that means four weeks of no sex. Can he even handle that? No sucking on his balls. No twisting my nipple rings. No flicking my clit. No deep-throated cock sucking. No bent over a bed, butt play . . . Does he not realize that? For the love of God, butt play, Keller!
“I’ll forever and always love you. There’s no changing that, even with your wild, unstoppable mouth.”
When he’s out of earshot, Timmy says, “Jesus Christ, Lilly. I think that’s the first time my penis got hard and shriveled up all at the same time. That man is living sin.” I burst out in laughter and loop my arm around his waist. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“The last time I saw you, you had about forty pounds less muscle.” She chuckles. “I didn’t think you could grow more, but here you are, proving me wrong.” “He eats eggs, whole, like Gaston,” Theo says from behind, causing us all to laugh.
“But I want this cock,” she says. “I want it inside me. I want it dragging over my skin. I want it on my face, in my mouth, coming all over me. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life.”
Lara blinks a few times. “Uh . . . good luck?” “Thank you.” I turn away and then stick my butt out to her. “What are you doing?” she asks. “I need a solid slap to the ass. Like a go get ’em kid type of smack.” “You want me to slap your ass?” “Yes. As a friend, I’m asking you to spank me.” Lara looks over my shoulder to the guards, then back at me. “Sometimes I truly wonder where you’ve come from.” And with that, she slaps me on the ass, sending me on my way.
“I’ve never loved anything in my life more than you, Lilly. No one compares to you. Never will be.”
His entire mouth opens wide and smothers my pussy, almost as if he’s making out with my clit, and it’s the most intense, most erotic, sexually charged moment of my life. Because this man is eating me out as if it’s his last goddamn meal.
Like you said . . . we matter most.” Tears fall down my cheeks. “We matter most, love.”
“Thank God,” I say as I press my cheek into Keller’s palm. “I know I signed up to be the queen of Torskethorpe one day, but I didn’t sign up to be kidnapped and shot in the chest. I’m just here for the fermented cod cakes.” “Are you really, though?” Keller asks with a raise to his brow. “Oh yeah, love those fermented cod cakes, can’t get enough of them.” “Good, I’ll be sure to have the nursing staff bring some in.” I point my finger at him. “Don’t you dare.”
If I’ve learned one thing, it’s that a well-loved life becomes a well-lived life.
