Arabella's and Hardin's story continues....
After almost three years of blissful marriage, and reigning as King and Queen, our star crossed lovers can't find a single fault in their perfection of a life.
Then, it gets even better with a special deli...
His hands were all over me, ravishing my body with his both his skilled fingers and perfect tongue that ran circles around my hard nipples which were aching for more.
The crown on his hand fell off, clattering against the hard floor, and one of the many jewels embedded into the solid gold cracked, but both of us were too wrapped up in our lustful haze to register it.
The kinky role play we tried to maintain had become quickly forgotten, I was supposed to be the innocent maid who'd become seduced by the all powerful king, and pleasure him to the brink of insanity, yet somehow the roles had been switched.
He was the one inflicting pleasure on me, he was the one bringing me to the brink of insanity.
My husband, my king, but always and foremost, the love of my life.
Circling my clit with his thumb, I moaned loudly as he brought me closer and closer to the edge, getting me ready for the amazing fuck he was just about to deliver.
As the tip of his hard cock was about to plunge into my aching pussy, the door was suddenly pushed open. I knew from the smell of fresh waffles and French toast, wafting in that it was Walter. Our regular waiter, again.
Hardin acted fast, snatching a pillow from behind me and throwing it at Walter, aiming straight for the door. "Not again Walter," Hardin grumbled, giving me a cheeky glare, as I struggled to contain my laughter.
"Sorry your majesty, but you are needed for a meeting with the advisors." He quickly mumbled, before slamming the door shut.
