Free Little Red (Not Quite the Fairy Tale #5) by May Sage Page B

a hit, it was a wet tongue on her folds she felt.
    Oh, yes. His hands caressed her from the waist down, lingering everywhere she wanted to feel them, and she was savoring the soft, delightful rhythm… then smack. Right on her left ass check. It wasn’t painful, but it was surprising sharp and quick, honing her senses. He went back to his caressing, unexpectedly punctuating it with a hit on her awakening flesh.
    She had no clue how that worked but she felt herself grow hot, bothered, wet, restless with need.
    And all of the sudden, both his hands were firmly planted on her ass and there was a hard, warm pressure on her clit.
    “Aaaah,” came out against her will, as Chase pushed his cock between her lips, rubbing it from her clit, upward, without pushing past them, for a time.
    Then in one thrust, he was inside her. 
    Lana was grateful he did it over pretty quickly because oh fucking hellish shit, that hurt.
    “Lana dear?”
    “Mh.”
    “Would you like to explain how you can possibly be a virgin, given the fact that you look like a cover girl and run around half naked most of the time?”
    “I could… Or you could just fuck me, it’s up to you.”
    “Oh. Well, nevermind.”
    And on that note, he withdrew a little, and plunged back in, making her gasp as pain morphed into a weird sensation she couldn’t name.
    At the sixth thrust, she was quite certain she liked this. By the twentieth, he was drawing his hips right back and pushing inside her hard, quick, all the way in, his legs slapping against hers and she was screaming, promising bloody murder if he ever stopped.
    Eventually, the built up was just too much, she needed something to give – anything – and while she’d thought it had been quite intense before, Chase anchored his arms either side of her and pounded. Oh hell, yess!
    “Lana?”
    “Mh?”
    “You wouldn’t be inclined to do this again soon, would you?”
    “I believe I very well may, Chase.”
    “Oh. Very well, then.” 
     

     
    Mimi, Queen of Enom, felt pretty darn smug, and with good reason.
    Frankly, the moment she’d seen the adorable puppy turn into an even more adorable baby, she’d had her mind set on a shifting granddaughter-in-law, but when she’d met her, she’d wanted Lana. The girl had a good head on her shoulders; she’d take care of things when she passed away.
    Mimi wasn’t delusional. At eighty-three, she knew she had another ten, perhaps twenty years on earth. She’d been so worried for Chase, focused as he was on his work and nothing else.
    No more. He’d have a wife and a baby-slash-puppy by the end of the year.
    She’d done good work there.
    “What is this?” she asked Little Red’s mother, watching in dismay as she popped a jewel on the cushion, just next to the Enomian crown.
    Mary Vermeille shrugged.
    “A family heirloom. I figured Lana might as well wear it on her wedding day. It will just go under the Hunter crown, no one might see it but…”
    The diadem was thin, finely crafted and frankly, more gorgeous than anything Mimi had ever had the pleasure to wear. She was outraged that such a thing might have existed without her knowledge.
    “Well then, let’s be practical about this.”
    On that note, she grabbed the boring old crown she’d had to put up with for too many decades and put it away.
    “There – all better now. This isn’t about Lena becoming a Hunter – it’s about this kingdom belonging to the Reds, too.”
    “You mean, the Vermeilles.”
    “Whatever.”
     
     

 
     
    The End
     

 
     
    Note from the author:
    Size Matters.
    I received most of my reviews over the course of the couple of weeks preceding the release of Little Red. I’m delighted most of you love what I write – and I’ve also read and taken your opinion into consideration: you’d prefer longer books.
    Truth is, I write long novellas to short novels (between 25000 to 45000 words) because that’s what I enjoy reading. I’ll tell you what’s more important