Willow. Flower shop owner and commoner.
I was her king, a ruthless and brutal ruler who didn’t back down.
And from the moment I saw her I knew she was mine. I had to have her, not just in my bed but also by my side. As my queen.
So I had her taken from her home and made a deal with her. I’d make sure her ailing mother was taken care of and pay off her debts if she agreed to one thing.
Be my wife and carry my heir.
What I wanted I got, and the only thing that I wanted more than all the riches and jewels in the world was her. Willow
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I inhaled her panties again, that sweet scent of her pussy making my cock jerk in response. I was going to tear up her pretty virgin cunt, make it mine. She’d take all of my cock as I filled her womb with my seed, putting my heir deep inside of her, making sure she was linked to me forever.
Placing my hand between her thighs again—right over her now bared pussy—I added pressure. “Your cunt tells me you like what I’m doing, that even if you’re trying to be strong you know that I’m the only one who can give you what you need,” I growled out low. “You’re fucking soaked and it’s all because of me.”
I held up my hand, my fingers glistening from her wetness. “Open for me, Willow.” She widened her eyes but did as I said. I slipped my fingers into her mouth, made her taste herself.
“Lick them clean.”
She ran her tongue along the digits, sucking the cream off of them, and couldn’t help but make a small noise in the back of her throat.
“You like it, don’t you?” I said low, wanting to hear her say the words. I removed them from her mouth, took a half a step back, and dropped to my haunches in front of her, her pussy on display, my face right there, seeing it all.
“Fuck, I like that your cunt is mine now, that no one will ever fucking taste you, know how tight you are, how wet and pink you are when you’re turned on.”
I blew a warm breath on her pussy. I lifted my hands and framed her cunt, and pulled her lips apart with my thumbs. My groan was deep and filled with an arousal that no doubt matched hers.
“Spread your legs for me, Willow. I’m going to lick and suck at this little pussy until you come all over my face.”
She did as I ordered and I gripped the back of her knee and brought it over my shoulder, having her pussy spread obscenely wide. And then I had my mouth on her cleft, my tongue parting her folds as I ate her out almost violently.
I had one hand back on her ass, keeping her pressed to my mouth as I did exactly what I wanted with her. Squeezing the fleshy mound, I groaned against her soaked pussy at the same time I dipped my tongue into her body. Fucking her with my tongue and lips, I gently scraped my teeth along her flesh.
I lifted the hand that I had on the back of her knee and moved it between her thighs. As soon as my thumb touched her clit she came for me.
“That’s it,” I said against her swollen flesh as I continued to eat her out.
A low cry left her and she speared her hands in my hair and ground her pussy into my face.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I gave her pussy one last long lick, like I was sucking on a lollipop, making sure I got all of her flavor, and then I stood. I grabbed her ass again and pulled her forward, letting her feel the hard length of my erection pressed into her belly.
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King Vincent became enamored for Willow from the first time he saw her a year ago, in the market, behind her flower stall.
He needed an heir, but most of all, he wanted to love and be loved.
Would Willow accept the great responsibility of being his queen?
Willow worked at her mother's flower shop.
Without faltering, she worked to take care of her mother's fragile health.
When she receives the order to go to the royal palace, and hears the king's proposal, Willow is frightened that she has been chosen from so many other candidates better than herself.
Would Willow accept to be the queen of King Vincent's heart?
Jenika Snow, a USA Today bestselling author, lives in the northeast with her husband and their children.
She prefers gloomy days, eats the topping off of her pizza first, and prefers to wear socks year round.
She prefers gloomy days, eats the topping off of her pizza first, and prefers to wear socks year round.
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