Page 11 of Craving a King

Of course. My cousin and Thomas were friendly in school. I, on the other hand, have never trusted Thomas. I’m not exactly fond of my cousin Adom, either. However, if he’s her friend, I will manage. I do wonder if they were ever more than friends.

“You’re not here for 24 hours and you already have a date?”

She smirks. “It’s not a date. I only have 30 days to put together a proposal that will convince you I’m the one you should choose. I need to gather as much information as possible.”

I nod. Foolish woman. She is spending time with my subordinate’s son, when she could spend all of her time with the only man able to give her what she wants. “I think since I’m the one that makes the final decision, it is keener to spend time with me and not the son of a chief that has no real decision-making power.”

Her nostrils flare. “Are you insinuating I don’t know how to conduct my business? I ensure you I have opened new schools in 44 communities. It’s not just about winning over the man in charge. The community has to also invest.”

I raise my hands in surrender. I hate that I always seem to offend her. “I mean no offense. I’m just disappointed. I was excited about today. But we have all month to explore Kumasi. Just be careful. Thomas is no gentleman. He’s a slimy piece of jackal manure.”

She laughs. “A piece of what?”

She’s not used to my way of cursing. “I do not use actual curse words—I find them to be too crass for my station. Instead, I create my own.”

Ella nods. “I see,well,I’ll keep your warning in mind. He can’t be too bad if Adom is friends with him.”

I decide to not delve into the subject of my cousin and his judgement in choosing acquaintances. “Very well. Please look at your calendar and let me know when you have time for me.”

She exhales a breath. “Of course. I will do so with all haste, your majesty.”

Now she’s mocking me. The little minx! “Wonderful.” I lift from the chair, feeling the need to give her space and privacy. “I’ll let you start your day. About my request: will you stay here for the rest of your time in Kumasi?” I touch her arm, passing by toward the door.

She follows me. “Yes, I’ll stay as long as it makes sense.”

I pause at the door and look deep into her eyes. “Ella, you’re the first thing that has made sense here in a long time. I fear that could last forever.”

I lean toward her and take her into a kiss that makes everything around me explode into a burst of stars. I find her mouth to be an even more willing participant than it was last night. I take my time and let the tip of my tongue brush her bottom lip, teasing the corners of her mouth with small nips in between. She tastes like a ripe peach, and I grab the back of her head with a strong but gentle push to capture even more of her mouth.

When I hear small moans of pleasure, I lose myself. I wrap her legs around me and carry her to the door, pressing her body up against it. Now I have access to her whole body, and we are both grateful. I gently start to rub her nipples through the thin sports bra, feeling as they harden between my fingers. She grabs my hands and roughly massages her breasts, commanding my movements. Another moan escapes her throat and I happily obey. As I repeatedly roll my hands over her taut breasts, I keep control of the kiss until I am ready to pass the baton to her.

When I do, she takes it with ease, licking my neck before greedily riding me through her now-damp workout pants and my opening robe. She is chasing a release that I am more than glad to give her. I try to focus on something else, because I refuse to be the type of man that shoots cum all over her pants against a door. As she said earlier, I am a king; I will have my release in my shower as I replay this moment over and over again.

That, however, is easier said than done. All I can focus on is her soft breasts, her full ass, and the softest lips I have ever kissed. After what seems like hours of pleasure, she begins to collapse into me, falling against my hard body and finally catching the release she needs.

When she comes down, all I hear is my name, “Kofi,” fall from her lips. I gently drop my hands and start the process of physically letting her go. My ending kisses on her cheeks and forehead signal to her that it is time to climb down, and she opens her eyes. She looks overtaken and sated—a look I decide will become her natural state of being while with me. I want her thinking about me making her cum while she is with that jackal today.

As I leave her room, I call over my shoulder, “Remember to switch your outfit for a fabric that breathes. The African heat is unforgiving.”

She smirks before closing the door behind me. I hear her as she walks away from the door. “Yes, your majesty.”

Chapter Eight

Adhesion

Ella

I’ve been in Ghana for a week, and all I have accomplished is an increasing attraction to Kofi.

Since our first kiss on the night I arrived, our craving for each other has grown every day. That kiss was electric and shocked my sleeping lady parts awake. Once I realized it was tugging at my heart too, I broke away from him. I felt myself falling into something I am not able to control. I even asked him to stay at Bonbiri that night. Suddenly, I did not want him far.

What is this man doing to me? Giving into these cravings is both incredibly stupid and just plain incredible. I barely know him, but he feels like home. I’m here to secure a multi-year contract, not an international affair. Not that he would know that. None of my actions have said I’m here to launch schools for his nation’s children and then leave. Instead, they’re saying, “please, take me as your lover.” I continue to stay in his home, where I allow him to kiss me whenever he’s inclined. Lately, we’ve set up pointless meetings that end with us dry humping against doors, walls, and chairs. Whatever—I am grateful for the long-overdue orgasms, no matter how they are achieved.

I’m very aware he might think I’m another one of his rumored concubines. He probably won’t even give me the contract; West Africans can be notoriously close-minded about women and their sexuality. He was absolutely right about Thomas Owusu being handsy. I spent my first full day in Africa dodging his advances as he showed me around the village. He was relentless.

I spent the rest of the week avoiding Kofi’s plans to take me on a daytrip to Kumasi. I know if we spend an entire day together it is going to end in sex, something we will not be able to ignore. I’ve literally visited every public and private school in the Ashanti region to dodge him. Now, on day nine, I’m out of excuses.

Kofi presents as the king of respectability and control, but I know better. He always finds an excuse to touch me. He gets close enough for the tension to turn into smoldering kisses. He comes to my room at 7 a.m. every morning to invite me to breakfast and check if I need anything. He has servants for that. The more I think about it, this is all a bit too much. Today, I am reestablishing our relationship with the proper amount of distance. No personal conversations, no being in the room alone, and no sleeping next door. I’ll have to renege on my favor and book a hotel room. It’s the only way.

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