Vetta wanted him to take her from the front; she never had that kind of intimacy with him, but she clamped her mouth shut. With the king being so unpredictable, she wasn’t sure how he’d respond if she made such demands.
She pulled to her feet and faced the library shelf. She held on to the rails with both hands and arched her back.
He produced oil and worked it into her ass. She moaned as he prepared her with his fingers. Then she emitted a long, satisfying groan when he worked his big p***s deep into her.
“Oh, yes” She pushed back against him, even as he pulled back and shoved all the way in again.
He started f*****g her, unrestrained and rough, as usual. She reveled in it, his hand pressing at her hips, holding her captive to take his brutal thrusts.
It didn’t take long before she w
