The head of my cock hits the back of her throat, and a feral, low growl escapes me.

Per reflex, I grab the back of her head and fuck her mouth, my hips involuntary wanting more of her.

“Fuck, Perce,” I groan as my balls tighten, preparing for my release.

My wife’s fucking hot—I’m very aware of that—but goddamn is she gorgeous with my cock in her mouth.

I’d argue it’s one of the seven wonders of the world—a wonder specifically made for me.

Grasping the base of my shaft, she sucks and pulls the head of my cock to her full pink lips.

The friction of her tight grip, slick tongue, and the sight of her on her knees has me fucking panting.

It truly is a great fucking day to become king.

She looks up at me, her eyes glossed over with desire.

Damn, I could come just looking at her…like this.

She twirls her tongue, delicately and playfully licking around my thickness.

Working her way down to my balls, she sucks them into her mouth, massaging them with her tongue and fingers my taint. I hiss as she grazes them lightly with her teeth.

She’s fucking relentless, and I’m hooked, always aching and needing my next fix.

Pounding into her roughly, I jerk, electricity shocking my every nerve.

I moan loudly, not giving a fuck about the people right outside the door.

A king getting blown by his queen should be the least of their worries.

At least they can be rest assured that I’ll be one fucking happy king, especially with Percy as my queen.

I grin at the thought and thrust my cock into her greedy mouth.

She groans, finding pleasure in sucking me dry, taking and controlling me by my cock.

She does love the power—always has.

And goddamn, she’s beautiful. My aggravating, fierce, and ravenous wife.

I’ve never loved her more than I do now—and not just because she has my cock in her mouth.

Each day, I fall in love with her all over again.

How could I not? There’s always something new about her to fall in love with.

She challenges me, forcing me to explore parts of the world—parts of ourselves—in ways I never could imagine. It’s exhilarating.

I frequently consider myself to be living in an X-rated, Skinemax version of a fairytale.

It sounds fucking tacky, I know.

She reminds me of that every time I look at her adoringly, but I don’t fucking care. It’s what she did and continues to do to me. I melt when I’m around her.

I can’t even imagine what I would do with the line of women my mother wanted me to marry. Missionary would’ve been too adventurous for them.

Easily, Percy puts every woman to shame—in the most satisfying and glorious ways.

Grabbing and caressing my balls, she pulls me out of my thoughts.

Her mouth continues to devour my throbbing dick, winding me up to the brink of fucking ecstasy.

I run my hands through her hair, admiring her and that greedy mouth.

This fucking woman. I can’t get enough.

My head falls back, reeling from the pleasure rushing through me, and I get a glimpse out the window. Swarms of people are forming on the streets, and there’s a line of people entering the church.

The coronation’s less than an hour away, where I’ll officially be crowned king.

Well, really, this is just an ostentatious show for the people. I’ve been a king since my mother passed a few months back.

Today, I just get to sit on my throne and put a crown on my head…and win over the commonwealth.

I laugh out loud, recalling Percy’s face when she heard the news of the queen’s death.

It was the happiest I’ve ever seen her—well, at least without my dick in her cunt and her squirting.

The best part is, she didn’t even try to hide it for the sake of my feelings.

Another reason I love her. She’s unabashedly herself, no matter the situation or circumstance.

“Something funny?” she asks, her mouth full of my dick.

“Never…my Queen.” I make sure to call her by her favorite name. It quickly became an easy and an assured way to make her come—though that’s never been a problem for me.

“Shut up, or I won’t make you come.”

She releases my dick, challenging me.

The lack of her touch intensifies my ache. It’s almost painful.

God, she’s maddening.

My dick throbs—stiffening to the point of agony—as I watch her lips curl into a mischievous smirk.

Before I could plead my innocence, she plunges my dick back in her mouth.

I groan in both pain and pleasure, the walls around me shaking.

My muscles start to tense, and my balls tighten. “I’m going to fucking explode.”

She looks up at me, eager for my cum.

Her lips wrap around the head of my cock. Her tongue tastes my precum, and her hands knead my balls.

It’s fucking orgasmic.

One deep thrust and my cock hits the back of her mouth…again.

I bend my knees, grounding myself for an earth-shattering quake on the cusp of ripping through me.

I clutch her head and level myself with my other hand on the wall.

Electricity pulsates through my body. Every fiber of my being is on fire, and I release.

Moaning loudly, I take her head and pump her mouth with my cum, filling her.

She swallows diligently, taking every ounce hungrily.

Slowly sliding me out of her, she licks off the leftover cum, making sure to taste every last bit of it.

I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath and relax. I sigh and watch her clean up her work. I’m mesmerized by this woman.

Once she’s finishes, I grab my dick and tuck it back into my pants.

She stands up and brushes down her dress, assessing for any possible damage from her expertly executed blowjob.

I eye her up and down, reveling in her presence.

My gaze heats as I stare at her ruby-red satin dress. It’s fucking jaw-dropping.

It perfectly Percy—fiery, bold, and fitting for a queen.

My eyes light up as I see how it presents her tits, cradling and lifting them up deliciously. It’s almost pornographic—I swear, it’s something crafted by a man’s wet dream.

My dick aches at the sight of her standing there.

I’m certain the pretentious assholes invited to the ceremony will glare and scold her behind closed doors. But it wouldn’t be Percy without turning a few heads.

It wouldn’t be the woman I fell in love with.

And she’s the fucking queen—my queen—so she can do whatever the fuck she wants, not like that ever stopped her before.

I moan, enjoying her primping and prodding herself.

She meets my gaze, smirking as she shimmies her breast and ass toward me.

I cross my arms, leaning on the wall, and laugh at her.

I don’t think I can say it enough—I fucking love her.

“So, my king, are you ready to be crowned?” she asks, stalking toward me.

Pressing her hands on my chest, she kisses me, tasting me, and my dick pulses.

“Keep kissing me like that and I’ll be the first king in history hard as fuck on his coronation day.” I wink.

“Well, I always knew I’d make it into the history books. It’s my work, after all…King.” Her voice lingers on my title.

I love the sound of her saying my name—whatever name that might be at the moment.

“So what’re your plans for us after this?” I ask her, grabbing and pressing her body against mine.

I bite her bottom lip and passionately kiss her. I hope to find myself in a similar position…as soon as this thing is over.

After making out, and effectively hardening my dick, she pulls back.

“Well…Mysti May invited us to Tijuana for the summer…” She grins wickedly, and her eyes sparkle in excitement.

I laugh, not expecting that answer. But my body responds to the warmth and unspoken promise she’s expressing.

“That’s sure to be an…adventure,” I allow.

More than just an adventure, knowing Percy and her crazy friends.

“Is that a yes?” she asks me.

“Tijuana…ready or not, here we come.”

“Nothing, and nowhere, is every ready for us.” She smirks, then kisses me.

That’s for goddamn sure.

And here’s to hoping Tijuana can handle Queen Percy…as well as I can.

If I’ve learned anything about my wife and her friends, it’s that we’ll have the best time in the world…that we’ll never remember.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.