Chapter 53 - Effing Assassin!

SIR LANCELOT GRIMWALD, Golden Knight of the Queensguard and Captain of the Northend fortress is in my bed. Naked and sprawled too. And how glorious he looks? I sigh at his vision as he flips me so I'm positioned on top of him, straddling his thighs. I would think it a dream if not for the pecs of toned flesh my palms are pressed into; the sexy sheen of mingled sweat that makes the gold of his skin literal; the blonde strands of his hair framing his roguish looks like a Saint's halo; the sapphire in his eyes like the mountains of Vermont in deep winter. But no. The proud sweep of his 'fifth limb' tickling my navel as I sit on him is very much not imagined. Lance is a badboy. All the looks of a Casanova. But in this moment, tonight, he is my badboy. So use all the tricks on me, baby! I try not to stare down at his dick. But it's hard.