Stolen Princess (The Princess 2) - Page 16

“Come on, I’ll bring the plate in and feed you,” he tells me, nodding towards his office door.

I lick my lips, still tasting him there, and go into his office. I don’t even make it halfway in and he’s already behind me, a sheet of paper in hand, his office door closed and the plate in another. He sets the paper down on the desk and pulls me over towards the sofa.

“Lie down.”

I do as he commands, wanting to be off my feet. He takes one of the pastries and feeds it to me, then hands me another. I moan around it as he takes a seat at the other end of the sofa, pulling my feet into his lap and sliding my shoes off my feet. He starts to rub them. I don’t know why, but the edge of bossiness he still has does things to me. It should annoy me, but it only seems to turn me on, and I think he knows it. That could also be because whenever he bosses me around it always ends with me being happy somehow.

“I’m only four months along and they are already swollen,” I groan as his fingers sink into my feet. I don’t know what’s better, the pastry or the foot rub. Thank goodness I don’t have to pick and can enjoy both.

“You’re carrying twins this time.” He stops rubbing for a moment and brings his palm up to my belly. “Two little boys at once.”

“Girls,” I correct, making him narrow his eyes. “It is,” I tell him matter-of-factly.

He lets out a deep breath, knowing I’m likely right. I guessed the two boys right when he was sure they were going to be girls. We never ask when we go to the sonograms. I love the surprise, and Karim lets me have it, no matter how much it drives him crazy not knowing.

“We should name them Lily and Anne,” I tell him. He stops rubbing and looks at me. “They are both pretty names and, well, we had your dad’s name mixed in with the boys’ names, so…” I know how much he loves his mom and misses her. I wish I could have met his parents; they sound wonderful. At least our children will always have a part of them with them, because I know from the stories they would have been wonderful grandparents.

“I’d like that very much.” He gives me a hard little squeeze and resumes rubbing.

I pop another pastry in my mouth and go back to enjoying my utter bliss. When I look over, I see the paper he brought in lying on his desk.

“What did the man you scared off bring you?”

“He should’ve been scared, taking a pastry my wife made from her plate.”

I roll my eyes again like I always do when his jealousy starts sparking. He makes it sound like the man tried to take something more than food.

He tickles my foot and makes me giggle. “Remember the crème brûlée we had the first night in Paris?”

“And every night after,” I add. We ate at some wonderful restaurant where I’d gotten the best dessert of my life and then had it delivered to our hotel every night until we left the city.

“I got the recipe for you.”

“What!” I sit up in shock. I’d asked over and over again for it, but the chef wouldn’t hand it over.

“Whatever my queen wants, she gets,” he says, a sexy smile spreading on his face.

He slides his hand up my leg, and I look at him with so much love. This man would do anything for me. He does everything for me.

“Now, how about since I got you your favorite dessert, you let me have mine.” My legs fall open for him as he slides his hands all the way under my dress, pulling my panties free and crawling between my thighs.

I give him what he wants because he’s the love of my life, and also because no one denies King Karim. Not even me.

Epilogue

Karim

Another seven years later…

I feel Giselle come up behind me in the shower. She runs her small hand down my stomach as her breasts press against my back.

“Hmmm. What are you up to?” I ask as her hand trails lower.

“I woke up and you were already out of bed. I guess I was the one who had to hunt this morning.”

“And did you have a hard time finding me?” I grunt as her hand circles my cock and starts to jack me off.

“No, the sound of the shower gave you away. You should really hide better next time.”

She brings her other hand around to rub my balls, and I have to brace both hands on the tile in front of me. “Fuck.”

“I want to get you off like this, and then I want you to make love to me.”

I feel her tongue on my back, and it sends shivers all the way down my spine. Her hand tightens, and I grunt as I release my seed. It spreads all over her hand, and I watch as it coats her and she continues to pump my cock. Seeing her fingers covered in my release is more than I can stand.

Reaching down, I snatch her wrist and turn around, pinning her to the wall and thrusting inside her in half a second.

“Karim!” she shouts, and it echoes off the tiles.

I fuck her hard as her legs squeeze right around my waist. She brings her cum-coated fingers up to her mouth and sucks them clean as I thrust in and out. When she takes them away I kiss her, slipping my tongue inside and tasting myself. I growl and feel the need building again, but I hold off until she gets her pleasure first.

I squeeze her ass tight and then slip a wet finger to her asshole, pressing slightly as my cock sinks into her pussy.

“That’s it, my king. Right there,” she moans, and digs her nails into my shoulders.

I press a little firmer on her asshole and move my mouth to her neck. I bite down a little and feel her body tighten as she screams out her orgasm.

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