Page 117 of The Proposal Problem


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Some would call it sweet, but not me.

He breaks away from me and smirks, not expecting that type of kiss as he’s fucking me hard on top of my wedding dress, against the wall of a carriage.

I shrug, not giving a fuck what he thinks, but happy I can still surprise him.

I wrap my arms around him, ignoring the bruise forming on my head, and buck my hips against him.

I need a fucking release…now!

He thrusts harder and faster, hitting my spot each time.

“Fuck, Anton. Harder. I need it, harder.”

My nerves wind up, and I’m almost there, about to explode. I feel the ache gnawing at my core, and my cunt begins to vibrate.

His muscles tense, and he steadies his grip, pounding into me like a fucking jack rabbit.

“Fuck! I’m coming!” I scream, his dick igniting and unraveling my nerves.

He grunts, and then he releases as well, spilling into me. Filling me with his cum.

My ears ring, my vision grows fuzzy. The force of our combined orgasms tears through me in waves, reality blurring at the edges.

Regaining consciousness, I silently thank God for the galloping horses and the loose gravel. If not for them, this carriage would be on its side by now.

I loosen my hold on him, and run my fingers up and down his spine, occasionally pinching his ass.

His eyes meet mine, and a charming smile forms on his face.

He’s quite the Silver Fox.

I laugh. “Is my King satisfied?”

“Barely.”

I tilt my head, my curiosity piqued.

“I’ll never get enough of you, my Queen.”

“You’re fucking cheesy as hell, my King.”

“Comes with age and wisdom.”

He kisses me.

He puts his head on my chest, slowly steadying his breath as I cradle his head, playing with his silver hair.

My damn fucking Silver Fox—my King.

I sigh, yet again sated from my second organism in a royal carriage and the feeling of him on top of me.

To be Queen…I think I can get used to that.

All of the other roles—side pieces, arm candy and bleak supporting parts—never fit me. Always too tight or boring.

But Queen—a role with its own lines, story, and freedom—slides on seamlessly, looking damn good on me.

And having Anton as King, by my side will compliment it perfectly.

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