He might have been hard pressed to admit so, but Charles did indeed see Anne as his own personal treasure, and as much as he might champion the idea that among pirates, all were free to find pleasure as they saw fit, he felt more than a little territorial when it came to Her (no doubt former by now) Majesty's queenly pussy (and mouth, and the rest of her body).

Charles chuckled at the retort. "Oh, it's always very fine," he growled at Anne, her cry sending a rush through his body, knowing what kind of pleasure he was bombarding Anne with, just as much pleasure as he himself was feeling. "But today seems particularly good."

"Perhaps the secret is to get your properly riled up like you were after your little adventure in Nassau." Charles continued to pound his hips against her ass, driving the woman half forward with the force of his thrusts and half down into the bed.