Soft on the outside, tough at heart-- that was how Charles viewed Anne, and the idea pleased him to no end. The Queen gave him everything he could ever want and need, both in bed (or whatever surface they happened to be on) and, it was clear, in business. He expected very good times for himself, the woman, and the Ranger.

For the moment, what he was expecting was another explosive orgasm for Anne, and within a few moments, he got what he wanted. They were kissing hard, and so he drew in her moans as his cock was treated to the squeezing, shuddering pulses of her sex around it, wetness flooding between them and down onto the bed below.

Charles' pace remained unchanged, driving Anne through her climax.