Bowie's Story

Kings of the Palace: Bowie’s Story STEPHANIE JAMES Kings of the Palace: Bowie’s Story Kings of the Palace Series By: Stephanie James Copyright © 2023 by Stephanie James All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. Thank you for respecting the author’s work. Published by: Rose Covered Kisses, LLC 2023 Editing: Claire Allmendinger at Bare Naked Words and Emily Lawrence at Lawrence Editing Cover Design: Rose Covered Kisses, LLC Created with Vellum For my Family, Thank you for supporting me through my toughest moments. To my mother, I will love you always. Stephanie’s Newsletter Want to stay up to date on new releases from Stephanie James. Sign up for her newsletter today at www.rosecoveredkisses.com! Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Epilogue Let’s Connect! Character Playlist Also by Stephanie James Chapter One BOWIE “Fuck!” I expelled, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as my hands collided with the stalls in an attempt to steady myself. The air around me grew thin as I struggled to find my bearings. This had to be a crime: assault with a sweet yet deadly weapon. I chanced a look down to inspect the damage. Her warm mouth tugged my member deeper down her tight throat, violating her tonsils with each steady pull, driving me insane. God, she’s gotten better at this. Her soft hands caressed my sack as she continued to suck out my soul through my cock. Bless the first person who had fallen to their knees and decided that a penis deserved a little oral attention. I imagined it was a queen manipulating her male puppet, allowing him to think he was truly the one in charge. From my understanding, many kingdoms had fallen due to a woman’s lips devouring a cock. “Shit,” I hissed, her subtle hum tickling my sensitive member. I glanced down at her, hoping she couldn’t see the weakness in my eyes. Her throat expanded, and I could’ve sworn that my spirit ascended. The coating of saliva increased, forcing my knees to buckle. I braced my arms against the stall, catching myself while she continued her assault. Where did this come from? Am I dreaming right now? This must be some sort of multiverse because the last time I checked, Little Miss Perfect dared not gobble the cock. Had I died and been reborn a millionaire, funding my little sugar baby? Her newly-developed skills had me questioning my own existence, begging me to reconsider my life’s choices. She had me. God, did this woman have me. She gripped me, pulling me from her supple lips with a plop before tracing my head with her tongue. The innocence behind those beautiful blue eyes shouldn’t have belonged to the harlot before me. Melody had always been my weakness. Her sweet voice, tight ass, and large tits drove men insane. Add that to her heart-shaped face, those doe eyes, and pouty lips, and you had a recipe for disaster. I used to think I was the luckiest man alive to have found a woman like her. An angel sent to Earth just for me, but as luck would have it, I was just another fool sitting at a table destined to drain me of everything I had. Once upon a time, she’d been my precious angel, but I quickly learned that my Melody wasn’t from heaven, raining down to save me from my loveless life. Instead, she was a vicious snake poisoning my vulnerable heart with her countless acts of deception. My boys had cleverly named her Hurricane Melody, using her wetness to destroy everything she touched. She had a way of blowing into my life, literally turning it upside down and leaving me to pick up the pieces since we were sophomores in high school. The last time I saw her, our boss was giving her a thorough evaluation in the bed we shared. My heart still ached at the mere thought of it. There were always rumors of her promiscuity, little pieces of evidence that I ignored during the times we were ‘on,’ but I never had anything concrete. Maybe that was the reason I kept taking her back. Innocent until proven guilty, right? But actually, seeing it with my own eyes had changed all of that. Once that image had been ingrained in my hard drive, there was no coming back from it. I had done everything in my power to please her, forcing my father to cut me off after running up credit card bills to satisfy her expensive taste, in addition to turning my back on a career that was supposed to help me pay my father back for the education he so graciously funded. She was the reason I was here. Shaking my ass for a piece of cash. Don’t get me wrong, this was the greatest job ever, and if it weren’t for her, I’d probably be somewhere flipping burgers for minimum wage, not that that’s a bad thing. But being the son of a very successful restauranteur, nothing I did was good enough. I attempted to pull away from her.