Page 50 of Fortress of the King

I replace his hands with mine and cup my breasts as he watches me play with myself, pushing my breasts together as his hands wander down my torso, appreciating every inch of my body.

He looks like a forbidden angel, his eyes alight with a fire I’ve never seen before.

“It feels so good,” I whisper. “So, so good, please don’t ever stop…”

He grips my hips so hard; I know there’ll be marks there tomorrow.

“Ride me, ride my hard cock, Rayne, show me what I do to you,Carina.”

His dirty words are my undoing as I come again. Just as I do, he thrusts up into me with a pace that’s so maddening that I almost feel my soul leave my body.

I cry out as my body shakes from the pure pleasure ripping through me like a freight train. My body sags forward as I clutch onto his shoulders, then he shudders and calls my name violently.

Three mind-blowing orgasms in one night, how much more can a woman take?

We breathe heavily together for a few moments before he rolls me over onto the soft mattress.

The man is a devil in the bedroom.

I lift my arm to cover my eyes as I struggle to breathe.

“Your body’s made for me,” he says, panting hard. I feel a slight shiver of satisfaction knowing that he’s so exerted.

“Your cock’s made for me,” I reply.

My skin is flushed, and I feel it burning. Burning because I’m so hot for him.

It’s so dirty and delicious, and I almost forget that I’m here under dire circumstances. I’m here under a guise. And if Angelo ever finds out what I’m doing, I know I’m a dead woman.

He won’t have mercy on me.

This is a business transaction, nothing more.

I have a major fault, and trying to keep my feelings separate from my mission is proving to be even more complicated than I ever expected.

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