Chapter Forty Two

Marco PoV

Gwyneth was my favorite whore for a reason.

The way her wet slivery tongue slid down my chiseled chest and curled around my erect nipple sent sharp flares to every part of my body. She wasn’t much to look at but she definitely knew how to work her tongue.

And I was expecting that sweet tongue to slide further down my body. She must have sensed my need, because she did just that. She planted soft kisses on her way past my navel, and she stopped right at the ridge of my angry-looking erection.

Gwyneth gazed into my eyes, smiled gently, and wrapped her tongue around my erection.

“Gosh!” I groaned. The sweet sensation that flowed through my body was so intense that my toes curled involuntarily.

“Apologies, my prince,” Chester, my personal servant, interrupted my session.

“We talked about interruption, Chester,” I groaned. Gwyneth had swallowed my erection halfway, and her tongue was tickling my hairy balls.

“The court is in session, Prince Marco,” Chester continued.

“The court’