Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
She has abandoned half my cock. I grit out, “Deeper, Noor. Do not incur my wrath.”
Again, she opens wider, becoming more vigorous as her mouth waters. She slides her mouth slowly up and down my cock, miraculously tasting more each time. Six inches. Seven. Nine. She’s almost there, sucking with fervor. I fit deep down in her throat as she increases the rhythm.
I grip her, intensifying my control while fucking her mouth with relentless strokes, stabbing at the back of her throat.
“Keep sucking my cock, pretty princess.” My voice is a hoarse groan, ravishing her mouth with each pump.
I explode, cock throbbing with each eruption. Cum jets into Noor’s mouth as she savors every drop. Noor’s pillowy lips place a kiss on the crown of me.
“Mmmm.” Noor dabs a manicured finger at the soft crease of her mouth, sliding in more cream.
Mission complete.
2
VICTOR
Two days later, I peer through the sheer turquoise drapery at the curves of four luscious bodies, one of which is Noor. However, I’ve yet to place my cock inside of her.
Still not tempted. The royal harem has its appeals, though. Each consort pleases Noor in ways I refuse to as I bathe them all in cum. Noor believes this is all a ruse, and I’ll be sinking into her soon.
Soon will never come.
“Join us, Vic,” she whispers, tone coy. Yes, my member is swollen with need, but she’s the Sheikh’s daughter, though quite versed in handling a dick, and is technically off limits. Her finger corks teasingly, beckoning me to the bed I have yet to sleep in. I prefer the floor.
With the arrival of her insatiable entourage, the princess developed the tongue of a sex demon. Her brilliant schemes have tempted me to stay longer than anticipated. Before I formulate a command, the door opens. I’m not the least bit worried; the Sheikh’s blind to this private place.
“Excuse me, madam . . . madams.” Dressed in a t-shirt and khakis like me, Burt the Butler, enters the room. He has seen all my conquests naked, but at the sight of Noor unveiled, he scoffs. “Your majesty, Noor!” After an abrupt apology, cold gray eyes snap in my direction.
Warmth blooms across Noor’s golden cheeks as she situates silk blankets over herself.
“Excuse us.” Shoving my hands into black khakis, I cast one last glance at her stunning body before exiting the room with my butler.
I softly whistle as he closes the door. In the twenty-four-carat gold wallpapered hallway, I cock a brow at the prude.
Having known me all my life, Burt is not only my butler, but my constant companion, following me around the world as I take assignments. Though older, Burt continues to help when needed, taking on aliases like he is now, saying he’s my driver. Secretly, I think he loves being a spy. For now, he takes on a reprimanding stance, very father-like.
“I’ve two propositions for your review but am I to believe nuptials with Noor are in question now?” Burt asks.
“Give me these propositions.”
“If the Sheikh discovered you slept with Noor—”
“First, it was only oral copulation. Second, you’ve given the princess too much credit. Her eagerness was a testament to all her experience.”
“Victor, you’ve a death wish? How would your mother . . .” His hands clutch his chest, missing their white gloves, and I know Burt is uncomfortable out of his butler uniform. The thought puts a smile on my face, but I roll my eyes away from the dramatics.
“You are Victor Wesley Tudor! Duke of Arlington. Not too far removed from the throne yourself. Cognizant of royal upbringing and etiquette. How dare you act so . . . beastly?”
“Easy. Noor begged for it.”
“During our surveillance, Noor has worn drapes and linens. Not an inch uncovered.” Burt scoffs. “How were you so certain what was underneath wasn’t a boyish figure?”
I lean against a gilded statue, crossing my leg at the ankle. “The telling is all in the eyes. And you’ve seen each and every curve. I’ve not conquered any uncharted territories. Here’s another pun if my statement hasn’t bloody penetrated. She has not a single capped hole.”
Having been assigned to me for the duration of my life, I’m still baffled how the old man forgets himself occasionally. I’ve my father’s rakish blood.
“These two propositions, Burt. Tell me about them.” I angle toward my goal.
“No. I refuse.” He clutches a tablet, sent via drone, to his chest. I requested a new assignment and am elated to have options. I snatch at the tablet, and with a huff, Burt hands it over.
There are two pages open. I slide my finger across from one to the next.
Too easy.
Too easy.
Both are unacceptable, which causes me to start over. I pore over each one, calculating the danger indicated by X-Member, an underground elite assassination service.
“Murder an English prophet or an American inventor? Hmmm.” I push the English prophet’s profile away. Killing the bloke would bring Burt and me closer to home. I’m veering toward the Black inventor. The requestor remains anonymous.