Stolen Princess

The steam of the hot shower and the sweat of my body slide her against me as I thrust her through her pleasure. When the pulses of her cunt are too much to take, I go over the edge with her and fill her sweet little pussy to the brim.

Some of it leaks out the sides, and I moan as I see it. There’s nothing hotter than watching my cock pump cum into my queen.

She kisses me sweetly, and we stay like that for a long time, kissing while the water runs over both of us.

After what feels like a long time, Giselle laughs. “Thank God the kids are staying at their cousins’ this weekend.”

The older boys are helping on the orchard, and the twin girls are probably having a ball telling them what to do.

“I do love when you’re loud,” I say, nuzzling her neck.

“I wonder how loud we could be in the library?”

“Is this an excuse to have sex while you read?” I ask, smiling at my queen.

“Absolutely,” she says, and gives me a kiss.

I take my time washing Giselle and then carry her to the library. Because that’s what a king does for his queen—anything she asks.

THE END