Queen Sized - Jessa Kane Page 0,24

nipples against the flat circles of mine. “Is this what you need after a hard day?” Gwen purrs, taking me at a faster pace now. Riding me. Enveloping my dick with her slick womanhood, releasing me halfway, then gripping every inch of me greedily on the way back down. Doing it over and over until I’m holding her hips in a bruising grip, calling her name hoarsely, devouring her mouth when she brings it close enough, cursing vilely when she brings her lips flush with mine, hips rolling furiously, and says, “Do you like my tight, wet sex, Your Majesty?”

“Enough, woman,” I roar, flipping Gwen onto her back, wrapping a hand around her throat and thrusting the way a man does when his orgasm won’t wait. When it’s burning like an out of control pyre at the base of his spine, his balls weighted down with pressure, cock so sensitive that only one more stroke, one more stroke will do him. “Do I like your tight, wet cunt, my love? No. I fucking worship it.” I ram myself deep and hold, circling my hips crudely. “This tight little gash between your legs alone will be responsible for my peaceful kingdom. What need do I have of battle when the greatest reward is already in my bed?”

I slide an arm beneath Gwen’s lower back and fuck her ruthlessly. There’s no help for me. I’m lost in her and she invites it with encouraging gasps of my name, with eager pulls of my hips, cries of pleasure. She watches me turn into an animal with breathless excitement and it drives me higher, faster, my willpower vanishing when she reaches down and plays with her sexy, little clit, her mewling sounds reaching my ears and finishing me.

Our gasps mingle and we begin to tremble at the same time, the tremors increasing in intensity with every passing second, her pussy clamping down on my erupting shaft, our flesh smacking in the dimness of the tent, moisture flooding the place where our sexes lock us together. Bliss is like liquid metal blasting through my veins, rendering me a servant to the pulsations between my thighs, the spurting end of my misery. The fact that I’m releasing into this woman, possibly even getting her pregnant with my child, is a gift I never knew enough to expect. And so is wrapping her in my arms and watching her drift into exhausted sleep moments later, a deep sense of belonging pulling me after her in the darkness.

9

Gwen

My eyes fly open, taking in my surroundings even though I know damn well where I am. With two mighty arms wrapped around me, there is no mistaking that I’m with the king. But the feeling I got lost in earlier is no longer draping this tent in some magical dreamlike fog.

I’ve woken to real life.

And in real life, I’ve just willingly given my virginity to Corbet.

My hand comes up to cover my mouth, heat pressing behind my eyelids.

What excuse do I have for myself? None. Not unless I count the incredible connection I experienced with this man. How I felt at one with him, the joining of our bodies as inevitable as the sunrise. Nothing but getting closer, solidifying that breathless bond between us, had been important in that moment. I’d wanted it so badly. I’d wanted him, this man I’ve fallen in love with, more than stability. Or a husband. Or anything.

Now I have to own what I’ve done.

My mind has not changed when it comes to being Corbet’s mistress. Not even my immense sympathy for the abuse he suffered as a child can sway me. I might be a poor farmer with little material worth to offer a king, but I have my pride. I have the respect of my sisters and I will keep it at all costs.

Unfortunately, I can no longer take part in the wife auction.

Not now that I’ve given my virginity to the king.

Part of me is almost relieved, I find, quite unexpectedly. Now that the option of marrying is no longer available to me, I will have to find a way to go it alone—and at least I know I can depend on myself. Perhaps I can take on a second job in the evening. Cleaning or cooking for a wealthier family. Returning correspondence.

Where there is a will, there is a way.

With a deep exhale, I slide out from beneath the king’s arms, indulging myself in a few moments of watching him sleep.