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Before I can come down from my climax, he flips me over. He hooks his arm around my waist, to pull me up in an all-fours position. He slaps my ass and kisses my back before I hear the familiar sound of a condom ripping.Where did he get that from?

“Are you ready, Ella?”

“Yes, please, Kofi, I need to feel you.”

He thrusts into me so deeply that I can feel him on all sides of my walls. I’ve never felt so filled up before. I gasp, not knowing what to do with this new sensation that is overtaking me. He pulls all the way out to his tip and slams back into me again. I fall on my elbows from the sheer force and pace. Then his rhythm picks up and he starts talking me through it. Each slap of his thighs against my ass is a command:You. Drive. Me. Insane. I. Have. To. Have. Your. Sweet. Pussy. Come. Right. Now. Come. Now!

I am blind with pleasure. I have never been taken with such intensity.

He keeps his relentless pace. “Give it to me, baby. Come on, baby. I want you to come, Ella. Come all over this royal dick. Tell me you’re going to come for your king. Tell me,” he rumbles.

“I’m going to…oh…my…God…Kofi!” My body does what he commands, and he pulls my upper body up so that we are aligned from top to bottom as he finishes off inside me.

He joins my orgasm with a roar that sounds like…a lion. We sit there for a few minutes trying to catch our breath. He kisses my shoulders and my neck, whispering every sweet word he can in Twi, his native tongue.Med?wo, Ella.M’akoma b?ma wo.I don’t know what he is saying, but I know I want to hear it.

When he finally disconnects from me, he lies on his back and draws me closer until I am curled beside him. My head rests on his chest and my leg drapes over his powerful thighs. We don’t say anything—we just lie there letting the sun wash over us from the skylights above. At some point I doze off as Kofi strokes my hair, but not before I hear him say, “Now, you’re mine.”

Shit…I’m screwed…

Chapter Eleven

Afterglow

Kofi

Mine. That’s what Ella is now.

The feelings are sudden and all-consuming. There’s no way I will allow her to leave Ghana now. I hope she knows just how caught-up she is, because I’m not letting her go. The way she gave herself over to me in the hallway was hot. I enjoyed the fight and the making up. She’s feral when she gets mad. It makes my whole body stand at attention. I understand the anger is not really towards me. She shut down our earlier conversation about past relationships, but I can tell she’s been hurt. That’s a damn shame.

She’s so sweet. Her body, her eyes, her wit; all of it twists me into knots. But how will I pull this off? This isn’t like my other sexual encounters where I screw them and start the countdown to an ending. After the first sexual episode with a woman, I generally start to plan exactly how many events we will attend together and how many trinkets I will need to buy before I can let them down gently. Then I begin planning where we should be when I remind them I’m a king with no desire for a queen or girlfriend, for that matter. That’s how I’ve always conducted my affairs.

Conversely, I’m lying here twitchy and semi-hard, desperately trying to see some kind of future with Ella. I want to lie like this for as many days as she will allow me to be this close to her. She made it clear there’s no man in her life, which is a crime. Her sexy ass should be worshipped well and often. However, that’s the past, and she’s in good hands now. I’ll give her the world as long as she wants to explore it with me.

I feel her shift slightly and I sit up on one elbow to support my head while I stare at her. She’s tucked comfortably under the sheet with seemingly no cares from the outside world. She’s so beautiful. Her toffee lips are taunting me for a kiss. She’s sleeping so peacefully it would be a sin to wake her. But I want her again. My dick is a monster, and I can’t get him to calm down. I’m already addicted to the way she sounds when I stroke her walls as they collapse around me. Besides, we should get going soon if we’re going to make it to dinner and the night market before it closes.

I gently plant kisses all over the side of her face and neck until she stirs awake. She looks up at me with the sweetest smile this side of heaven.

“Hi, Kofi,” she whispers while grazing my cheek with the back of her hand. If I wasn’t fully erect before, I definitely am now. I smile and arch my eyebrow.

“Oh, so I’m Kofi now? What happened to your insistence on calling me ‘your majesty’?” I chuckle.

She grabs a pillow and tries to cover her face in embarrassment, but I remove it and plant more kisses. She rolls her eyes and giggles. “Well, after you’ve seen all my tids and bits, I think the air of formality has lifted, don’t you?”

“Tids and bits!” I exclaim. I gently pull the sheet down and climb over to straddle her, so I have unobstructed access to her beautiful breasts. I was happy to wake up from our nap and see that she was indeed still naked. My move over her is a welcome one; her caramel brown nipples stand and welcome me. She lets her eyes meet mine and follows me as I lean forward to slowly lick the left nipple to feel the hardness against my tongue. I nibble and suck the nipple into my mouth before I move to the right nipple and repeat the action. Ella gasps and her back arches.

“These are definitely more than tids,” I say as I slide down her stomach, and my tongue catches the crevice between her thighs and center. I smell her headiness and lick there once on both sides before placing a final lick on the seam of her center fold. Lifting her thighs, I place each leg on either side of my head, resting her heels on my shoulders before I dive onto her clit. My mouth grabs it with a strong suction and her hands are instantly in my hair. I pause and look at her. “And this is definitely more than a bit.”

I return to the sweet center and swirl my tongue around her little ball of nerves with the determination of a soldier at war for her pleasure. Alternately, I flick my tongue against her clit before leading a campaign of sucks, flicks, and swirls until she’s up on her elbows greedily looking down as I eat her center for all it’s worth.

Her breathing turns into pants before she huskily starts to speak. “What are doing to me?”

“Making you come. Hard,” I answer against her trembling thigh before licking her center from top to bottom and running my fingers through the subsequent pools of wetness that form. I insert two fingers into her sex, winding them until I find the front of her wall. I press there and she reacts. Yeah, that’s her spot. I almost come right over the damn sheets. “You’re so hot, Ella—tell me you’re hot for me. Tell me your hot, wet center is just for me.” I start to move my tongue faster and it causes a guttural sound to start in the back of her throat. Oh yeah, she’s there.. “Tell me now, tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s yours, Kofi.”

“What’s mine? I want to hear it.”

“My pussy, it’s yours.”

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