Cairo stares at me for a moment. His hard cock presses into my inner thigh as he contemplates his next move.
His next reckless action.
It’s foreign to him, not me. If I’m the queen ofanything;it’s my impulsive decision-making and the zero-fucks I hand out to everybody. Cairo is practically wrapped in tanned muscle, dark stubble, and a lot of layers I want to keep peeling back.
I’d love to get underneath every shred of his DNA.
“If that’s what you need,” he mutters, prying my spine off the wall of the coffee shop. “I’m only happy to give it to you, Little T.”
TWENTY-SIX
cairo
The only thinghard is my cock.
Not the fact I gave in to Bay without another thought and the possible threats offered in the night.
We’re in Wharf Bay. I own this city, but it still didn’t stop me from thinking about that night in The Landings. Where Bay was almost gangbanged by the men in The Void. Every action I take these days is with her in mind.
It’s distracting.
And it’s not what a good king needs.
Nonetheless, my father has run this town with my mother at his side, and he’s never faltered. Their relationship is what romance books are made of. Their connection is undeniable. Three kids, an empire, and my father’s position has never fucked up what the two of them have.
It’s almost unobtainable in my eyes.
However, those things are being held hostage by Bay’s plump ass hovering over my bike seat. Her thick legs spread on either side, giving me exactly what I need. What I’ve been fucking craving from her for days.
She’s pregnant.
How hard can you fuck when she’s pregnant?
“Sit on my cock,” I order from behind her, even though I impatiently guide her by the hips anyway. Unholstering my gun, I stretch out my arm and hand it to her. “Anything that moves. No questions, I don’t give a fuck.”
A small chuckle rumbles from her chest as she plucks the Glock from my fingers. “I don’t think I could plead self-defense with that.”
“Shut up, Little T,” I breathe as her tight cunt wraps perfectly around my dick. “Ride me like you’ve been fiending for it.”
Her ass rises a bit, then slowly comes back down as she begins getting used to the position.
It can’t be comfortable.
Her thighs are going to burn in a minute from propping her heels on the foot pegs, and I’m teetering on the edge of taking her how I want or figuring out another way around this.
But she wanted to get fucked on this bike, didn’t she? I know shit-all about babies, pregnancies, and kids, but I’ve never heard of someone fucking a woman so hard they miscarried.
Or maybe they don’t fuck at all.
“Get comfortable,” I command, wrapping an arm around her waist. “And tell me if it’s too hard.”
Bay’s chest lays along the gas tank as that ass of hers perks up in the air for me again. I don’t know which one I like best—her thighs or these perfect globes of flesh.
Either way, they’re both mine tonight.
With both my feet planted firmly on the cement, I thrust up, earning a salacious little moan from Bay’s lips. She doesn’t listen to instructions, not to my surprise, and begins meeting me in the middle.
Our bodies coming together as we fuck, as my gaze remains firmly on the sight of me entering her and my cock disappearing in her glorious cunt.
