For his part, Charles had never imagined that the Queen of England could be as wanton a wench in bed as any whore he'd ever known, but the proof was sucking his cock right then and there, so wonders truly never did cease. For all that bawdiness, he certainly thought no less of Anne. In fact, the pirate captain admired her for being the kind of woman who knew what she wanted in all sides of her life.

And he was more than pleased that one thing she wanted was to be constantly fucked senseless by him. But that wasn't immediately in the cards, it seemed, for the near future. Instead, he gazed deep into Anne's eyes as she teased him with lips and tongue, pleading for him to come, then engulfing him again.

"Won't be long like that," he grunted, as Anne's renewed intensity pulled him quickly close to the brink.