Page 6 of Refusing the King


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He’d claimed her as his own.

With each trip up and down his cock, it got easier and easier to swallow him down. My body knew what to do now. The fear I’d had—was gone.

The salty taste of him grew more and more intense. I knew he was close.

Eventually, he pulled himself out of my mouth. “Fuck.” He kneeled down in front of me. “You are too good. I’m going to come down your throat if I let you suck me any longer.” His lips touched my wet ones.

I smiled and said, “That was the whole idea.”

He shook his head and used his thumbs to wipe the tears from under my eyes. “Not this time. Not until you’re carrying my child. Until then, every drop of me goes into your tight, wet pussy.”

His hands undid my pants in record time, and then he swiftly jerked them down my thighs. One quick movement had me facing the opposite direction.

“On your hands and knees. Now,” were his only orders as he pushed on my back.

I bent forward, my hands landing in the cool grass underneath us. Carlo immediately lined himself up at my core and thrust inside. “I’m going to fuck you, Giselle,” he grunted and moved his hips, “and fill you up with my seed.”

His hands held tight onto my hips as he slammed himself into me, stretching my pussy each time. The ache between my legs quickly turned into a dull throbbing. “Yes, Carlo, come inside of me. I want to feel you fill me up,” I moaned and quivered. He sped up his pace, and I knew it wouldn’t take much more before I exploded around him.

“Come with me. I want to feel your tight pussy milk my cock.” Carlo’s hand moved over my hip and straight to my clit.

I gasped even though he touched me with only feather light contact.

The sexy, wet sounds of our bodies smacking against each other drove me wild. I pushed back harder with each thrust of his, wanting him.

Needing him.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he let out a guttural moan that hit me right between my legs. So did Carlo’s fingers. He brushed over the top of my clit so, so perfectly—I came in an instant. “Yes, Carlo. Oh, yes,” I screamed out my release just as Carlo did the same. And he filled me up with his hot come. I felt his cock twitch and jerk inside of me endlessly. My walls squeezed him tightly—over and over again.

Until he covered me with his body. His chest moving rapidly against my back.

He stayed inside of me for a few long minutes after that, as we both caught our breath again. Then he finally pulled out and tucked himself away.

He helped me stand and then yanked up my pants and refastened them for me. Then he stood and kissed my lips. I smiled and sighed. “Maybe we leave that part out of the engagement story?”

He chuckled and held me close. “That’s probably a good idea.”

2

Giselle

“Okay, I admit that he’s acting butt-hurt longer than he should be. But I hate seeing him so sad,” Eve added to the discussion that she and I brought up to Nick and Carlo.

“My dear, I know you love Stefan,” Nick said to his wife. “We all love Stefan. But this is not our place to step in. The three of them need to work it out themselves.”

Eve shook her head and sipped on the tea I’d made for her. “I don’t agree. I think we can help. And if you’d let me try—” she raised her eyebrows and fluttered her eyelashes, “maybe I can talk him around.”

Nick gave his wife a half-smirk. “And by ‘talk him around,’ you mean sit on his face.”

She shrugged and smiled. “I do some of my best talking when I’m on your face.”

Nick chuckled and nodded as he sat back in his chair. “I can’t disagree with that.”

Carlo looked at me and then at Eve. “I’ve tried to talk to him. It goes nowhere. He’s determined to be mad. So, let him. Eventually, he’ll have to accept the fact that Giselle and I are trying for a baby.”

I sat down beside Carlo at the table. Stefan had gone upstairs to work in the library a while ago. Eve had proactively asked Sophia to take the kids next door for their naptimes.

“Evie and I could make him feel better. And maybe bring him out of his funk.”

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