The King Returns

Jerome returned the next day. Carrie greeted him, warm and wet and pleasing for him.

"Hello my King. I'm so glad you've returned." Jerome smiled broadly. She was his Queen now. His perfect complement. He kissed her, feeling her melt against him. "Your nephew tried to make a pass at me."

"That motherfucker," Jerome growled. Carrie froze for a second. Mmm, he was getting territorial over her. "I'll make sure he doesn't come back. C'mon baby, let's go to bed. Yesterday was a full day and full night. Show me what's mine." She took his hand, going upstairs with him to the sumptuous master bedroom. She knelt down, undressing him, exposing that big black cock of his, stroking it, kissing the balls. She turned him around, licking his firm black ass, giving him the treatment she never would have thought of giving you. When she felt him get to full staff, she laid him down on the bed, and undressed as well, climbing onto him, ebony and ivory contrasting perfectly. She squatted over his cock, facing away from him so he could appreciate her toned ass, and started to ride up and down his cock, her thighs spread wide, her core held tight.

"Oh fuck. That's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I've felt this way baby, I haven't said it. You're my Queen. I want you to be my Queen." He groaned as her cunt milked at his cock.

"Mmm, that's all I want. To be the best fucking Queen I can for my King. His Queen of Spades," she moaned loudly, reaching down to rub her clit furiously as she came on him.