He began grinding his ass against Ghazi’s cock. Although Ghazi was still asleep, his cock began to fill. The conversation several hours earlier had been a big wakeup call for Raven. It wasn’t until he laid out his parentage to Ghazi that he realised the two of them could never have more than sex between them. Raven had spent his entire adult life trying to find a rich husband to take care of him, and when he’d finally found the man he really wanted, he realised he didn’t deserve him. Ghazi wasn’t an ordinary rich businessman. He was the King of Jurru. The man could probably trace his lineage back a thousand years. Ghazi’s hand slid from Raven’s hip down to encircle his cock. “Good morning,” he said before kissing one of the tattoos on Raven’s back. Whether Ghazi’s earlier inability to get hard had been caused by fatigue or stress, the cock currently sliding against Raven’s ass was definitely ready to play. The two of them moved together like they’d been lovers for years, further confusing Raven.
