Page 17 of All Hale the Queen

My fingertips circle her clit a few times, and Ophelia reaches between her legs and guides my hand in a forward and back motion across that little button.

“That’s how I like it,” she says, and I’m fucking smitten. A woman that knows what she likes and isn’t afraid to tell you? Sexiest goddamn thing ever.

I keep at it, thumb-fucking her arse, cock-fucking her cunt, and finger-stroking her clit with just enough pressure to make her hips buck.

I’m convinced some dumb fuckers out there are arrogant enough to think they know more about a woman’s body than she does. I, on the other hand, am humble enough to know that when a woman tells or shows you what she wants, you fucking do it. And you don’t stop until she’s exploding all over you. That’s the secret to pleasing your partner and being an exceptional lover. Of which I am one. Does that make me a wee bit arrogant as well? Probably. But I was blessed with a big cock and the goddamn sense to pay attention to what my woman needs.

My woman.

Those two words swirl around in my brain as I feel Ophelia tighten around my dick so tightly I can barely move.My woman.I do like the way that sounds.

Sweat drips from my forehead and onto her back, as I pick up the pace, taking her harder and deeper with every thrust. “Goddamn, baby. I’m so close,” I pant, my cock throbbing with the need to let go. “I want you to come so hard you milk every bit of cum from my body.”

When I roll my back, I hear the sexiest keening sound from the woman beneath me. Ophelia’s fingers curl so hard against the floor, her knuckles turn white, and her pussy strangles my dick.

“Mmmmm, I’m coming, Antonio. Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping, love,” I heave out, rolling my hips so my cock, strokes that tender spot inside her with each thrust.

Her head drops to the floor as she screams my name with her release. Two pumps later, I join her with a roar, shoving my dick as deep as I can get it while I spill every ounce of my desire into her.

“Fuck,” I growl, throwing my head back as every muscle in my body goes taut. “Fuck, that’s good.”

My entire body shudders, and my head swims with dizziness. It takes every ounce of strength I have not to collapse on top of Ophelia’s small body and crush her.

When I come back to my senses, I ease my thumb from her tight little arse and drop my hands on either side of her body, leaning over her back and pressing kisses along the damp skin of her shoulder. That was the most satisfying orgasm of my life, and I am completely spent, but I need to take care of Ophelia.

“Talk to me, darlin’. How are you feeling?”

She tilts her head to look at me through one brown eye, and I’m relieved to see the sated smile on her lips. “Happy. And thoroughly used.”

I chuckle and crane my neck to press my lips against the corner of her mouth. “Same. You’re a bit of a beast, Ophelia Hale.”

“Well, you know what they say… A lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets.”

Bursting into laughter, I pull my cock from his new favorite place and push up to my knees to see a glob of my release slip from her and plop onto my shirt beneath her. “Jesus, woman. I’m going to have to buy a laundry business if I keep hanging out with you.” I flop over onto my back on the floor and pull Ophelia on top of me.

“Antonio,” she protests. “I’m leaky. I’m going to make a total mess of you.”

My hands still her when she tries to move, holding her in place on my chest. Her face is flushed, and her hair is wickedly tousled. She’s absolutely the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

I slide a hand up into her hair and pull her face down to mine, whispering against her swollen lips, “You already have, love.”

Chapter 7

Ophelia

Antonio runs the loofah over my back with slow precision, peppering my shoulders with soft kisses. He’s being so gentle with me, a direct contrast to his beastly treatment only a few minutes ago. Which I thoroughly enjoyed, by the way.

He steps closer, reaching around me to clean my front side while pressing himself against my back. I can feel the soft bristly hairs on his body, and it only reminds me that Antonio is all man.

“I think my boobs are clean,” I say after several minutes of very thorough cleaning.

“One can never be too sure,” he says, his smirk coming through in his words. Abandoning the pink poof, he squirts some of my body wash on his hands and rubs them together to form a thick lather. Then he massages my breasts with his bare hands, the movements sensual and unhurried. Slick fingers pinch lightly at my nipples, drawing them into hard peaks. I thought my body was done for the night, but my libido spikes once again under his touch.

There’s distinct hardening against my lower back, and I tilt my head to look questioningly up at him.

Antonio grins unapologetically beneath that fantastic beard. “There’s no controlling him when he’s in the presence of a beautiful woman,” he claims before lowering his mouth to mine.