Charles had entertained a few suspicions that the Queen had not been quite as pure and virginal as he supposed Queens were supposed to be prior to their weddings, and he was more than fine with that. Indeed, he was clearly and constantly reaping the benefits of Anne's bold, licentious nature every time he took her.

Or, as it was in this case, when she took him. His attention was rapt, his breath short and ragged as the raven-haired beauty worked her mouth over his cock like a woman possessed. If this was how Anne chose to express gratitude, the pirate would be happy to give her every reason to do it again and again.

Charles groaned once she swallowed his length, an impressive feat indeed, and then did again when her sounds shook his cock inside her mouth. "Fucking hell," he sighed, rolling his hips when her fingers touched and worked over his balls. "Don't know about you," he rasped, "but those feel as full as hell to me."