Forbidden Flames of Sicily
The British ship retreated, damaged and defeated.
As the sun rose, I pulled Diego into my cabin again.
“We won,” I said, pushing him against the wall. “Now celebrate with me.”
I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth, sucking him deep. He groaned, fisting my hair as I worshipped him with long, slow strokes of my tongue, savoring the taste of us mixed together.
Then I stood up, turned around, and bent over my desk. “Fuck me. Claim your pirate queen.”
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