CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: Primal mating with King Conroy

　　That said, he reached behind her and gripped her buttocks in his powerful hands, raising her so that her feet were lifted off the ground and she was steadied against him in support. In an instant he thrust forward and was swiftly buried inside her wetness. So deep and hard that she cried out and gripped his upper arms.

　　He pulled her legs tighter around his waist and continue his sharp thrust, although he now covered every exposed skin of hers with wet kisses and then took her lips in a ravaging kiss that left her wanting for more, her mound a sticky mess.

　　He thrust harder, well aware that the rough stone wall behind her must have surely bruised her back.

　　Her pussy kept contracting as waves upon waves of orgasms washed over her. He hammered into her over and over, reaching down to thumb her nub and suckling her rosy tips into his mouth.