She covered part of his cock again, this time sucking him deeper into her throat. He tugged at her hair, teasing her, desperate to remind her—and himself—who was in charge.
She grazed her teeth over his skin, enticing him until she reached his tip. Pre-cum bubbled, and she licked it, savoring it, earning another groan from him. She thrust the tip of her tongue in the slit in the middle of his head. At the same time, she cupped his balls tighter, without hurting him but sending a jolt of arousal through him.
He caught a handful of her hair with each hand and thrust his cock deeper inside her mouth. She gasped a little but didn’t deny him. She placed her hand on his ass, not only accepting his wicked move but actively participating.
Eagerly, he fucked her mouth, driving his cock into the wet abyss past her lips, then retreating midway only to slam back inside. Pleasure built in his core and a powerful pressure pumped through his body. He kept on thrusting. Once. Twice. Then, his heart tattooed against his rib cage, and after one long beat, he let go, emptying himself into her, as she swallowed every drop.
His body jerked forward, and he reveled in the crazy sensation taking over him—a lustful, possessive need to keep this woman for far longer than he was allowed to.
…
Izzy glanced at his relaxed profile.
Ever since she swallowed him a few minutes ago, he’d submerged next to her without saying anything.
She swallowed, still savoring his cum in her mouth. She hadn’t known what she expected it to taste like, but in the end, it’d been good. Tangy. Salty. And better, she had enjoyed the thread of female empowerment still sizzling in her stomach.
She’d wanted to give him pleasure, to see if she could have any kind of power over him. He’d come undone, the glimpse of desire in his eyes bringing a smile to her face. “I was wondering…is it okay if I explore a little bit?”
“You mean the city?”
She glanced away for a moment. The feel-good emotion shifted into guilt, and a lump lodged in her throat. Damn it, there wasn’t another way. If she told him the truth, he’d not only kick her out of her country, but also possibly make sure she never returned. A call from him, and the homeland security department would ensure she never entered Gwokon again. Mary deserved better. “Yes. I know you’re a public figure so I don’t expect you to tag along. But I’d love to see the sights, take some pictures.” Once she found the address, she’d need to leave the castle.
“Of course. Just take the security guard with you.”
She waved him off. How was she supposed to learn more about her stepmother if she had a trained, oversize babysitter on her tail? A man who could physically overpower her, or take notes and hand them to Nassor. “There’s no need. No one knows me here.”
He inched closer. “It’s part of the protocol. Since you’re a guest.”
“I won’t tell,” she whispered in a low voice.
A frown deepened in between his eyebrows, warning her she had to drop the subject. “No. Being a royal guest means being a possible target. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Alright. But the bodyguard may fall in love with me and then you’ll have a real pickle on your hands,” she said, nudging his shoulder playfully. Man, he was rock hard. Her pulse fluttered.
His eyes darkened. “No one dares to take what’s mine.”
She chewed her lower lip. Her pre-sex self would never be turned on by that kind of language. But, fuck, the way he said it…heat spread into her stomach. Why couldn’t Nassor be a regular guy, maybe a high school principal or researcher, and live in Nevada?
Don’t go there.
“I have to tell you about tomorrow. The coronation.”
Ah. Her maid, Candace, had been talking about the following day nonstop. She’d done her best to listen and engage, since Candace could potentially be her ally. The more the maid knew, the better.
He clenched his jaw. “I won’t be able to give you a lot of attention tomorrow. The coronation is a big event.”
Of course. In fact, she was surprised he’d found time to see her at all. “I totally understand. Are you sure you want me to go?” She sucked in a breath, then released it, afraid she’d seem too eager to skip the event. She could use the time to snoop around more deserted areas of the castle.
“It’ll be strange if you’re a royal guest and don’t go to a historic event such as this one.”
“Alright.”
He scratched his chin. “Also, my mom will be attending. She can be…troublesome.”
She’d heard Candace talking about Queen Regent Kesia’s beauty and poise. Izzy hadn’t made much of the information. After all, what would she have to do with Nassor’s mother? This wasn’t a routine meet-your-boyfriend’s-mom situation. “Does she know about me?”
“I told her you’re a friend from the U.S. She doesn’t need to know anything else.”
