Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
But Kristian intervened.
“I’ll get an exterminator here, courtesy of the Palace,” he said. “They’ll need to look around, make sure there are no holes in the walls, that kind of thing, but you’ll be able to keep your cat at home without worrying about the mouse issue.”
And the big man grinned.
“Highness, I appreciate it,” he rumbled. “The Roma people are a clean people, we just need a hand here and there.”
And that was it exactly. As we continued the conversation, Alonzo explained how he needed just a bit of capital to spruce up his store, do some renovations, maybe buy a little inventory to take sales to the next level.
“But where am I going to get the money?” he asked plaintively. “No one likes to lend to my people, we’re regarded as untrustworthy, the equivalent of thieves. No one wants to deal with the Roma.”
And Kristian nodded thoughtfully.
“I guess that’s why the microfinance sector is so important, isn’t it?” he ruminated. “Providing loans to an underserved population.”
And I nodded, so happy that the big man had made the connection immediately.
“Yes, it’s deserving merchants like Alonzo who benefit from our work the most,” I explained, smiling ear to ear. “It’s why I find this work so meaningful.”
“I see,” rumbled Kristian thoughtfully, looking around once more before ushering me back to the Mini. We’d left Alonzo in tears of joy, promising to put him in touch with an outreach officer immediately upon our return, he’d get a loan in a few short weeks.
And as we zipped down the highway once more, I stole a look at the big man’s profile. Kristian was deep in thought, staring at the road, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove, those big, sensitive fingers sensual and adept at once. What would it feel like to have them on my body, caressing my curves? My body was humming with his closeness, the big frame taking up all the space in the small car.
And as if hearing my thoughts, Kristian swung to look at me, those blue eyes piercing, making my heart beat faster although he hadn’t said a word.
“What is it about you?” he ground out, more to himself than me. “What is it about you especially?”
I didn’t know what to say, flushing in return, the air in the small car heating up a million degrees instantly.
“Maybe it’s my …?”
But I didn’t get a chance to finish the question because Kristian was already pulling off, guiding the car to a shoulder on the highway.
“Wha-what’s going on?” I asked shakily. As far as I could tell we hadn’t had a flat tire, there was nothing wrong with the car. So why were we stopped all of a sudden? Kristian had pulled us next to a copse of trees, cars whizzing by about thirty feet away.
“This is what’s going on,” he rumbled before covering my mouth with his in a deep kiss. And it was so good, so tasty that I immediately opened, breathing him in, giving myself up to the heady, sensuous pleasure.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned, twisting in his arms. It wasn’t comfortable, the big man on me in the tiny space of the front seat, but Kristian had a solution for that. He pulled off me momentarily, jumping out of the car before opening my door, tugging me by the arm.
“What?” I asked, “Where are we going?”
But I didn’t have long to wait because he pulled me into the bushes, pushing me down onto a small, soft patch of grass behind some greenery.
“I can’t wait,” he said tightly, dark streaks of color slashing his cheeks. “You’ve been making me hard since last night,” he ground out.
And I glanced down, gasping, because it was true. Kristian was erect, and not just a little bit. Not semi, not halfway, but completely, totally, rock solid, his pole punching out at his pants, creating a giant tent that I couldn’t stop staring at.
“Is that?” I breathed, my small hand reaching out to touch.
And all I got in return was a low, strangled growl from the big man the instant my fingers hit the denim, tracing the steel rod. He was so hard, so rigid even through the material that I gasped, positively stunned. How massive was he? As big as Karl and Kato? And I flushed again, thinking back to my last sexual encounter. God, it’d been so good with the twins, and I was probably never going to see them again. Why not enjoy myself with this gorgeous, hungry prince who looked just like them?
So I threw myself into it, unzipping his pants with trembling fingers, dropping to my knees as his cock popped out, waving gently in the air, the tip already drizzling pre-cum. And despite my hunger, my desperation to have him in me, I gasped again, sitting back on my heels. Because he was absolutely unbelievable. Fifteen inches, the base of his shaft as thick as my wrist, fifteen inches of pure, pounding power, gorgeous veins pulsing up and down his length, thick pink and ready to ream. I couldn’t wait to taste it and leaned forward, licking tentatively at that dripping cockhead.