Page 18 of Craving a King

“Well, in that case, let me make my pussy come.” I open my mouth wide and French kiss the inside of her center, coaxing out a small gush of wetness before my tongue presses hard against her clit. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she chants my name like it’s a prayer. She crashes fast all over my mouth. It’s so amazingly hot. I take my hand and borrow some of her precious juice to lubricate my hand. I lean back on my knees to pump my throbbing dick.

She sits back up just in time to watch my hot release land all over her perfect body. With a grunt, I continue to milk my release. It’s a load for the ages.

She continues to watch with her eyes wide with arousal.

Between grunts and hard breaths, I speak. “That’s you, Ella. That’s what you do to me.”

Once I’m empty, we both fall back on the bed and clasp hands over my stomach. I kiss the back of her hand while we breathe in silence. A few minutes later, I rise and go to the restroom to prepare a warm wet cloth to clean her off. When I return she greets me with a smile. I gently wipe her off. I place the cloth on a nightstand and rejoin her to lie on the bed. We lay for a minute before I break the silence.

“You know, I can’t believe we’re in my grandparents’ old bedroom.”

She sits up and turns to me. “Really? That’s where we are?”

I reach up and put my hands in her hair before moving to stroke the nape of her neck. “Um hmm. When the new palace was built, my grandparents were still alive. This was their room. You were walking down the guest living quarters wing; that’s why there are so many doors. The master suite, my room, is on another wing closer to all of the palace action. There’s nothing but bedrooms on this side of the palace.”

She laughs. “Just my luck you’d find me near all the beds.”

“Yes, it is lucky, and today I’m grateful. If there hadn’t been a bed near, I would have taken you right against that wall. I think we both know we were at a point of no return.” I feel her body stiffen and I sit up to meet her eyes. A look of panic has taken root.

I rub her back. “What’s wrong, Ella? You look concerned. I can’t have that.”

“Do I? I didn’t mean to. I was just thinking. What the hell are we doing? I mean, I’m here to recruit you as a client for my charter network. Yet, I’m lying in an antique bed after letting you take me in every way imaginable. And the worst of it is I just gave you the biggest speech earlier about how I’m not going to be your whore, but look…”

I pull her to my lap before she can finish and kiss her passionately. She tries to talk against the kiss for a second before melting into my mouth. I let her go before I really want to. I don’t want to stir my body up again. Then I shift to gently place my hands on either side of her face.

“Ella, I don’t ever want to hear you use the word ‘whore’ in relation to yourself ever again. Is that understood?” She looks down at her fingers. I remove a hand from her cheek and lift her chin, giving her what I hope to come across as a tender look. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand. But—”

“There is no reality, on this side of heaven or the other, in which you are anything other than a queen. You are a beautiful woman, a brilliant businesswoman, and an exceptional school leader. You are also slowly stealing this king’s heart. I will not have you talking about the woman I adore that way.” She looks up at me and gives a slight smile.

“You think I’m brilliant?”

“Yes, and beautiful. Please don’t forget beautiful.”

“Oh, trust me, I will never forget that.” Her expression has turned into one of joyful admiration. That’s what I like to see. “So, Kofi, where do we go from here?”

That’s the million-dollar question for which I have no answer. I have no plan. I finally got what I’ve wanted since the moment I laid eyes on her video weeks ago. I got all of her, but I’m not sure if there is enough of me to sustain Ella. She makes me happy and I definitely want her in my life, but how much will a relationship require? Can she make me a queen? That I don’t know. If I’m honest with myself, right now I really am in no place to try and find out. Hopefully, like me, she won’t overthink this. We can take where we go from here one day at a time.

I pull her into my chest and kiss the top of her head. “Well, first we’re going to the marketplace so I can show you off and give you the surprise I planned for you.”

She pushes up from my chest to look at me. “And then?”

Damn.She is overthinking this. Hopefully I can redirect her thoughts…for the moment, anyway. I need to reassure her that not knowing is OK. I lift her off my lap with a peck to the lips and roll off the bed. Then I reach for her hands and beckon her to come with me.

“Then we will go where you lead, Ella. When it comes to us, you’re the queen and I’m your servant.”

Chapter Twelve

Generosity

Ella

Once we leave the bed, Kofi leads me to his master suite, where we shower and head out to the marketplace.

We shower separately—otherwise we would never leave the palace. But that doesn’t stop him from looking while I shower. The way Kofi stares at me as I undress and step into the steaming hot shower makes me want to jump his bones. Nonetheless, it is already six p.m. and the marketplace closes at nine. Hot king or not, I’m a sucker for a good mall.

When we arrive, I quickly assess that the marketplace is the hub of Kumasi life. The food vendors line the entrance with all types of West African delicacies. Tonight, the marketplace is packed with shoppers and spectators alike. The sound from an African Hi-life band is everywhere. The West African food scents of stewed tomatoes, onions, and nutmeg waft from stall to stall. I now know jollof rice can be prepared and presented in at least a dozen different ways. One vendor we pass promises the best meat pies in Africa. The little piles of meat wrapped in fried dough smell divine. I point and pull Kofi toward the stall.

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