Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Cameron. You’re so deep.”
“Watch your mouth, wife.” I slap her round ass before fisting her hair and tugging her head slightly back. “Behave or I’m going to fuck you hard.”
“Fuck off, you’re not my ruler.” I grip her hip with my free hand and slam my cock in and out.
“What did you say?” Her pussy clamps around my length, loving when we start fucking rough. Sweat beading down my chest and along her back as I piston into her tight slit, claiming my wife like a fucking animal.
“You heard me.” I pull out of Elena and toss her onto her back. Her eyes are wide with surprise and desire and before she can utter another word, I slam back home, wrapping her sexy legs around waist.
Leaning in, I wrap my hand around her throat. “I heard you want to be bred again. That’s what I heard.”
“Well, I can’t do it on my own,” she says with slow spreading smirk.
“God, I love you, Elena.” My mouth crashes down on hers, silencing her to nothing but moans until we’re both coming. I live for this woman and I’m making up for the lost time between us.
Elena
Years Later
Having just settled the baby down for a nap, I walk into the kids’ playroom to I watch my husband show my two boys a thing or two about taking down a threat. They’re only four and five, but that doesn’t stop him because as he likes to say, “His men need to protect his women.” Six months ago I gave birth to our third child, a little girl.
He reminded me about the time at the bar and how precious we were to him. I used to think back to that night embarrassed about trying to seduce Cameron, but now it’s a memory of how my husband probably saved my life. If Kyle had gotten his way, I could have been date raped or worse, dead. He died of a drug overdose a week after getting out of jail, and I can’t say I don’t feel better that knowing he’s off the streets.
Cameron turns and spots me watching, so he calls the little roughhousing to a halt with a simple wave of his hand. “Boys, look who came to see us.”
“It’s the queen,” Jacob says, jumping up and down. My heart’s so full of love for my little guys.
My oldest is reserved and bows before raising his head with a gentlemanly greeting. “Hello, your majesty.”
I give a light head nod to accept their welcome and address my subjects with an air of superiority in my voice. “Greetings, my young princes. It’s a pleasure to see my little knights working on their skills. Run along and make sure no one attempts to penetrate this fortress.”
They salute me before William adds, “We must protect the queen and the kingdom.” They manage march in unison about one lap around the room before getting distracted by their toys cars in the corner.
Cameron slides his arms around my waist, pulling me firmly to his chest. “How are you feeling?”
“Wonderful. I was talking to your mother and she wants to keep the kids this weekend.” Cameron’s eyes shoot open wide because we’ve had a long three weeks of sick kids. They’ve finally gotten better so now his parents want the babies to come visit. In fact, they’ve been begging to take them even when they were sick.
“Well, I will pack their bags now,” Cameron growls, grabbing me and flipping me over his shoulder.
The boys don’t pay us any mind. “So much for protecting the queen,” I grumble. I’m being abducted and they’re obvious.
“They know the king will always protects and worships the queen.” He leads me out to our bedroom where he worships me without any protection for the next hour.
Nine months later we’re welcoming another knight to the family.
THE END