Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
It’s been a month since King Milton’s palace and the wedding that never happened, and life is pretty freaking grand.
I moved in to Cole’s palace. I renounced my title as Princess of Devoney, and officially became the Princess of Luthane. And in two weeks, I get a new title: Queen.
My amazing, supportive, and loving mother-in-law, Queen Chelle, was ready to step down. And Cole was more ready than he’d ever been to step up and take over as King.
Oh, right — needless to say, the plot to slander his name and ring him up on false charges bombed. Hard.
It was King Rodney who proved to be the level head in the whole thing. My father and King Homer had been the real plotters, and they’d used Rodney’s misunderstanding with his wayward wife to launch their plan. Jemma had gone along with it, because to do otherwise would be having to admit to her husband what she’d really been up to that day. But eventually, when he busted her with some other Prince from who-knows-where, Rodney put two and two together and put a stop to the whole thing.
He challenged his wife’s — well, his ex-wife, once he kicked her out — deposition, and ended up giving a huge character reference for Cole. With Jemma’s key testimony crumbling, Princess Kelly caved, blurting to anyone and everyone who would listen that her father had put her up to it.
My father’s mistress stuck her heels in, still looking for the payout I’m sure she’d been expecting. But Rodney stepping into things had made the whole case very public, and with so many eyes on it all, it wasn’t long before people made the connection between Phantasia and my father.
…My mother’s divorcing him, by the way.
And just like that, the forces trying to tear the man I love apart just sort of crumbled. King Rodney entered into a formal trade deal and treaty with Luthane, and King Homer and my father are currently under indictment for plotting to overthrow a government and providing false testimony.
They can both go fuck themselves as far as I’m concerned.
“A real wedding, huh?”
I gasp as Cole’s fingers tease down over my thong panties, his finger brushing over my ass and then delving down lower. He strokes my slick, dripping wet pussy through the lacy panties, making me moan against him.
“Well with a real wedding comes a real honeymoon,” he growls, pushing my panties to the side and making me cry out as his fingers tease over my bare pussy. I whimper as he strokes my lips, one finger teasing over my clit as he slowly slides another one inside.
“I knew you had ulterior motives,” I gasp.
“Princess,” he groans as my hands drop to his belt buckle. “I always have an ulterior motive of getting into your panties and sliding my cock inside this sweet little pussy.”
I moan against him, panting as two of his thick fingers start to stroke in and out of me, his thumb brushing my clit. I grind into him, feeling his thick bulge against my thigh as I quickly yank open his tuxedo pants.
I slide away from him, moving off of his lap and onto the floor as I tug his pants and boxers down. His thick, gorgeous cock springs free, slapping thickly against his rippling abs, and I feel my body shiver in raw lust as I lock my eyes on it.
Oh, yes please.
Cole groans as I lean forward, curling my fingers around his thick shaft as I bring my mouth down to him. My lips drop to the tattoo at the base of his cock, the little crown that I just love kissing.
…Pretty sure he’s okay with that habit of mine too.
My husband growls, muscles rippling as my soft wet lips tease over the base of his shaft. My tongue darts out, licking at his underside and I slowly drag my mouth higher, until my lips slip over his swollen head.
“Oh fuck, angel,” he groans, hissing in pleasure as his hands slide into my hair.
I bob my mouth up and down on him, the electric thrill I get from sucking him and feeling his big cock throb inside my mouth rushing through me like a drug. I drop my mouth to his heavy balls, moaning softly as I start to tease my tongue over them.
“Come here,” he growls, yanking me up and crushing his mouth to mine. He spins us, making me gasp as he flips me over and drops me into the seat he was just sitting in. He tears at my dress, yanking it off of me and pushing me back as he moves between my legs. I’m not wearing a bra under the dress, and I moan as my hand slides over my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples as my gorgeous husband slides his hands up to my panties.