Page 115 of Warlord’s Empire

“I’ll show you premature ejaculation,” he grunted, slamming into her with enough force to drive her into the mattress. He held her up with an arm around her middle, forcing her to take the brunt of his furious strokes. “You’ll be begging me to stop before I’m through with you.”

She laughed, but soon her giggles became gasps as he strummed her like an instrument, his fingers gliding across her clit, forcing her into another orgasm.

He wrung several more from her, until she was limp in his arms, a moaning mess as he continued to hammer her from behind. He leaned over her, his chest to her back, his guttural voice in her ear, “Any more comments about my age?”

She shook her head emphatically. As much as she loved the orgasms, she was ready to stop. “I’ll be… respectful,” she said breathlessly. “P-promise.”

“You won’t,” he grunted, slamming into her one last time, flooding her with semen for the second time.

She collapsed onto her stomach, barely aware as he pulled out of her, kissed her shoulder and dragged the blanket over both of them.

Her voice was a whisper when she said, “You love it when I’m cheeky.”

“I do,” he said, his fingers wrapping around her hip as he settled onto his side of the bed. “And you love it when I punish you for it.”

One week later, Saskia and Radik were married on the dirt road out front of their house. Saskia was wearing a dark blue silk sarong that wrapped her curves in a loving embrace. It was pinned together at her shoulder and waist with bundles of brilliant red flame lilies. Another cluster was woven into her curls.

Radik looked every inch the confidant man he was in his military dress uniform, medals shining in the sunlight, beret perched on his head, and shiny boots on his feet.

Little Rory, held in Saskia’s arms while they said their vows in front of their friends and family, was adorably dressed in a baby version of her mother’s sarong.

While Saskia didn’t consider herself particularly traditional, she did ask Jozef to give her away. It seemed poetic, since he had been her protector from a young age and was now giving her into the keeping of another protector. It was old-fashioned and mafia, but Saskia appreciated the tradition, nonetheless. It felt familiar and it bonded the two families.

The best part of their wedding day came after the ceremony, when the entire town erupted into a raucous party. Food and drink flowed abundantly while a group of local musicians played as people danced all around them.

Much to Saskia’s surprise, Shola unbent enough to join the festivities, taking Ayaan’s hand when she asked Shola to dance. Ayaan pulled her into the street with the other revelers and they danced together until they collapsed on the grass in exhaustion.

After a few hours of celebration, Nonna took Rory from Radik, saying to Saskia, “I know you like to put her down yourself, but let me do it tonight. Nikka and I prepared a surprise for you in your room. It’s ready when you are.”

Saskia raised an eyebrow at Radik. “Who are we to deny such a lovely request?”

“Indeed.” He held his arm out and she slid her hand over it.

As they entered her room, Saskia gasped. “Oh wow, this is a good surprise!”

Flowers spilled from every corner, giving the room a delicate fragrance. The flowers trailed out through the open balcony doors and onto the patio where an ice bucket held a bottle of Champagne. Beneath their balcony, the party raged on, music and laughter punctuating the rapidly darkening night.

Radik popped the cork on the Champagne and poured two glasses. “My bride,” he handed Saskia a glass.

She took it, holding it up. “My groom.”

“To us.” Radik touched his glass to hers and they drank.

He took her flute and set it on the table, then pulled Saskia into his arms. “As lovely as you are in this dress, I’m eager to see what’s beneath it.”

“You know what’s going on under this dress,” she pointed out. “You’ve checked hundreds of times.”

“It’s different this time,” he insisted.

“How?”

Wrapping his hands around her hips, he dragged her against him, his rigid cock pressing against her belly. “All this belongs to me now.”

“Ah, well, by that logic, all this…,” she ran her hand down his chest, before reaching around him to squeeze his perfect ass, “belongs to me.”

“I’m glad we agree.” His teeth flashed in a predatory grin before he kissed her. Cheers erupted below them, but they ignored the noise, exploring each other at their leisure before taking their private party for two indoors.

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