by Madison Faye
“And on three, I’m taking what’s mine.”
I moaned.
“If you don’t want that, tell me to go,” he hissed, his jaw tight. “But do it before three, because after that, I’m not stopping.”
His hand tightened on my body, and I could feel my hips moving against him, like they had a mind of their own, or like they were genetically programed to do so.
“I’ll never stop when it comes to you.”
My eyes were wide as they locked with his.
“One,” Hayden purred.
This was insane, right? I was completely losing my mind, right? I mean, Milton being terrible or not, this was my wedding day, and here I was with the gorgeous, captivating, panty-meltingly hot King Anders inches from my lips with a promise to steal me away on his.
“Your Highness!” I peeped out.
“Two.”
I whimpered, and I knew it was already over. I knew I was already his.
“Three.”
His lips crushed to mine, and when I felt my whole body melt into him, I knew I was lost. Blissfully, wonderfully, never-want-to-be-found-again lost.
He kissed me slowly, letting me feel every second of it as the whole world blurred around me. My blood sizzled like fire, my body ached for more, and when I opened my lips for his tongue, I never wanted him to stop.
But slowly, like a runaway train slowly stopping, he broke away, leaving his lips inches from mine and his eyes burning into me.
“Now you’re mine, Princess,” he growled quietly, his hands tightening on me. “And you’re going to be my queen.”
Chapter 4
Hayden
The taste of her lips on mine sent a fire roaring through me — a blaze that ignited every single part of me. Muscles tightened, my jaw clenched, and my cock pulsed rock hard between my legs. I could feel the beast inside of me clawing to break free, wanting nothing more than to tear the dress from her body with my teeth, spread her pretty thighs wide and slide every thick, hard inch of my big cock deep in her little cunt.
But no. Ravage her I would, but I was going to take my time. I’d have her whimpering and writhing in pleasure, and begging me for it before I claimed her cherry. I groaned at the thought, precum leaking from my swollen cock as my balls tingled with need for release.
“I can give you everything and more, Princess,” I growled quietly, holding her close to me, feeling her body tremble against my big frame. “Be my queen.”
“I— I’m getting married today,” she whispered, her lips still red and swollen from our kiss.
“No you’re not.”
She whimpered.
“You’re not marrying that slug,” I hissed.
“He’s going to be my husband.”
I knew the circumstances of her arrangement. I knew about her family’s debts, and that Milton had swooped in like a buzzard to snatch her away. And I could see that spark of fire in her eyes, and even if the means made me furious, I understood her resolve. She hated the arrangement, but her pride and her fierce desire to protect her family would have her go through with it.
…But not anymore.
I admired the fire in this girl, but I would not let her be shackled to a pile of shit like King Milton. And besides that, she was mine, not his. Mine to claim. Mine to have. Mine to steal away and hold forever.
Mine.
“He’s going to be your husband, and he’s never even touched you.”
It wasn’t a question. I knew.
Callie shook her head. “No,” she whispered.
“And does he make you tremble like this?”
Her breath caught as my hands tightened on her body, her eyes going wide as they burned into mine. “No,” she gasped.
“Does he make your pulse skip when he touches your skin?”
She shook her head, swallowing thickly as I leaned in close.
“And tell me, Princess,” I growled lowly, my lips just barely brushing hers. “Does he make that sweet little pussy between your pretty thighs as wet as I know it is right now?”
She whimpered.
“You—” she panted, her breath coming staggered. “You can’t talk to me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like…that.”
“I think you like me talking to you like this.”
“I— I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to,” I purred. My hands slid to hold her hips, pulling them against my body and letting her feel every inch of my big, swollen cock press against her. Letting her feel it pulse with need for her.
“Because your panties are soaked enough for me to know that.”
Her jaw dropped, like the last little shred of her princessly indignation.
“They are no—”
“Why don’t we find out?”
She gasped as I scooped her right up into my arms, lifting her effortlessly and cradling her body as I strode across the room. Her breath caught and her arms tightened on me as I stormed right for the mirrored vanity sitting against one wall with determination. I set her down on the edge of it, and before she could say a word, my lips were pressed against hers, tasting her once again.
Oh, but there was so much more I was going to taste.
My hands slid down, tugging and bunching the soft white fabric of her wedding dress up to her waist. Callie moaned into my lips, panting, her fingers gripping at my arm muscles as I pushed the white folds of gauzy fabric high and spread her long legs. I moved between them, growling into her mouth and tasting her moans as my hands slid to her thighs and started to move higher.
Callie broke from our kiss, gasping, her eyes wide as my fingers moved to the edge of her little panties. I traced my fingertips over the lacy edge, feeling her body tremble under me and her hips rise to meet my touch. My fingers hooked under the edge, and slowly, I started to tug them down. I growled, feeling the sticky wet heat of her panties cling to her. I moved back, tugging them down her legs and feeling them slowly peel away from her slick little pussy. I pulled the white lacy panties down her leg, tugging them free of her bare feet and bringing them to my face.
I fucking growled — the scent of her setting my skin on fire and making my cock throb so hard I thought it might tear a hole through my tuxedo pants. Callie blushed, but my whole body tensed and tingled as I inhaled the sweet scent of the girl I’d known was mine from the second I saw her.
With a groan, I tossed them aside moved back between her legs, and pushed them wide.
“And now, little princess,” I groaned into her lips, which trembled as she moaned. “Now I’m going to taste all of you.”
My hand moved up between us, fingers tracing higher and higher up her smooth thigh as her breath caught in her throat. Her soft breasts heaved against me, her hands clutching at my arms. I moved the fingers higher, and when they just brushed over the delicate skin between her thigh and the treasure between them, she moaned loudly and crushed her lips to mine. I growled into her mouth, kissing her fiercely as my fingers moved to feel her.
Fuck.
She was like wet, hot, silken heaven. She moaned into my kiss, and I groaned as I slid my fingers deftly up her dripping wet slit. Her juices coated me, and when I bumped one big finger over her clit, Callie bucked against me, moaning wildly into my mouth.
Oh, but it was just the start.
My mouth moved down to her neck, kissing and biting at the tender skin there and making her cry out. My fingers stroked her slick little pussy as I moved lower, biting and sucking and kissing across her exposed collarbone as her hands clawed at my back. I still wanted to rip the dress from her body, but for the moment, I had one focus, and that was tasting the girl I’d been obsessing over tasting for months.
I kissed down over her breast, gently biting her nipples through the gauzy white dress. My hands spread her legs wide as I moved lower, watching her belly cave and her chest heave with her breaths. I pushed the poofy white material of the dress high around her waist, and dropped to my
knees to claim my prize.
Fuck, her pussy was perfect. Slick, and pink, and so fucking ready for me. My cock lurched at the sight of her, eager to plunge inside of those silken lips and give her every inch. My fingers gripped her thighs tightly, pushing her legs apart as I leaned in.
When my tongue touched her, Callie cried out in pleasure, her hips jolting as she bucked against my face.
“Oh God…” She gasped, whimpering as my tongue touched her again. This time, with a low growl in my throat, I dragged my tongue up her slit, teasing her from her opening up to the hard little nub of her clit. I slid back down to it again, and again — teasing her and making her hips roll into me as I tasted her sweet honey. My fingers dug into her thigh, and when I moved lower and slid my tongue deep in her pussy, Callie moaned so deeply for me.
I gently fucked her with my tongue, making her squeal and moan before I slid up again. I sucked her eager clit between my lips and swirled my tongue across it, and this time, her moans of pleasure filled the room.
I moved faster, dragging my tongue over every single millimeter of her sweet little cunt until I had her trembling on the edge of the vanity, her hips bucking into my face. My hands held her thighs wide apart, my tongue teasing over her clit and plunging deep into her pussy. I growled into her, the power of knowing I was the first man to taste her, to touch her, and to make her writhe in pleasure like this making my cock ache between my muscled thighs. I reached down, stroking myself through my pants and feeling my big cock throb. Sticky precum leaked from the head, soaking through and making the need to claim her roar loudly in my head.
Callie started to whimper and moan even louder, her gasping breaths dripping into my ears and making me groan as I tongued her faster. I groaned as I lapped at her slick, tight little pussy, drinking her sweetness and losing myself as I pushed her higher and higher. My own growls of pleasure rumbled into her as she tumbled towards the point of no return.
I was going to make this little princess come, and I was going to make her come right the fuck now.
“Come for me, Princess,” I growled into her pussy, my tongue swirling over her clit as her cries of pleasure exploded through the room and her hips bucked against my face. “Come all over my tongue and come for me right now.”
My tongue swirled over her clit, and suddenly, she exploded.
Callie melted as the orgasm shattered through her small body. Her hips bucked from the edge of the vanity, her legs spasming, and her tight little cunt flooding my tongue with her sweet cum. I groaned, still stroking my cock as I licked her right through her orgasm, teasing her clit until she collapsed under me.
I was up in a second, pulling her into me and kissing her fiercely. I could sense her hesitation when she tasted herself on my tongue, but slowly, with a whimper and a moan, she opened her mouth and eagerly kissed me back.
Good girl.
I reached back, yanking over the chair to vanity and sinking back into it, pulling Callie with me. She moaned as her legs went astride my waist, my hands pushing up under her dress to grip her tight little ass firmly. She kissed me hungrily, eagerly, her body coiling against me like she wanted more as much as I wanted to give her more.
I yanked her tight to my hips, and I knew by her small gasp that she could feel every inch of my big, thick cock throbbing between her legs through my pants.
I knew the rumors. I knew the stories princesses like her told each other, giggling and blushing.
…They weren’t wrong, and my Callie was about to find that out for herself.
She moaned as I used my hands on her ass to grind her against me, feeling her slick, hot little pussy making a mess of my pants.
Good.
I wanted her sweet scent on me, always.
“That’s what you do to me, Princess,” I groaned into her lips as I pushed my hips up into her. “That’s what you’ve done to me since the second I laid eyes on you.”
She kissed me fiercely, her body trembling as I ground her against my thick bulge. I felt her hands drop between us, a single finger tentatively moving over my belt.
“Go ahead, angel,” I purred into her lips, nipping at the bottom one. “Touch it. Because it’s all yours now. When I steal you away from this, all of me is all yours and yours only. Just like all of you will me mine and mine only.”
She whimpered, kissing me harder as her fingers grew bolder. Her hand cupped the thick bulge between us, making me groan as I reached down to undo my belt. I tugged the zipper down, feeling her gasp as her breath came faster. I reached inside, and slowly, I pulled myself free.
Callie gasped as my cock sprung out of my pants — thick, throbbing, and pulsing with raw need for her. Sticky precum leaked from my head, trickling down the muscled shaft. Her whole face went red, and her jaw dropped as she just stared at my big dick.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, swallowing thickly.
I groaned as I pulled her to me, kissing her slowly.
“And it’s all for you, Princess. Soon, not now, but soon, I’ll be claiming you with this cock. Soon, when I marry you, I’ll be spreading that little cunt wide around my thickness, and pushing inside to claim you as my own. This will be the only cock you know, angel. This will be the only cock to make you come like you’ve never even dreamed you could come. This will be the cock you miss when it’s not filling that sweet little pussy up.”
Callie moaned into my mouth, her hands clutching my face as he kissed me fiercely. I could feel her hips tentatively buck against mine, and my hands tightened on her hips. Slowly, I pulled her against me, and when I felt her slick, hot little cunt slide up the underside of my big cock, I groaned in pleasure.
And so did Callie. She gasped as she felt my throbbing length rub against her slick lips and her aching clit. I pulled her higher, dragging her eager slit up the underside of my throbbing girth.
“Oh God,” she whimpered heatedly into my lips, her body melting against mine as I started to slide her up and down my cock — not penetrating, but letting her feel every inch of me between her legs. I could feel her lips clinging to my shaft, her sticky juices dripping down to my balls as I slid her back and forth. Her slippery cunt felt like soft little feathery kisses on my cock, and I could feel my balls aching for release. Precum flowed from my swollen crown, dripping down my shaft to coat her pussy as she started to rock back and forth faster and faster.
“Feel how hard you get me, Princess,” I growled into her. “Feel how full of cum you make my balls. Later, when you’re mine, I won’t stop at teasing. Later, I’ll feel this gorgeous little pussy slip over my head. I’ll watch your pretty face as you moan in pleasure at the feel of a man taking you for the first time. I’ll kiss these lips as I slide every inch of my cock inside of you, showing you how a real man can make a woman out of you.”
Callie whimpered, moaning in pleasure as she mashed her lips to mine and started to kiss me hungrily. Her hips bucked against mine, my hands tight on her sweet little ass as I rocked her up and down the underside of my shaft, until I knew both of us were close.
“Why wait?” She moaned. “You could just…” She raised her hips, and when I felt her soft pussy tease over my aching crown, I almost fucking lost it. I almost grabbed her hips and plunged inside to the hilt in one fucking stroke right there.
But no. Not like that. Not when it came to her.
I’d never hurt this princess. Not ever. And when I claimed her, it’d do it slow. I’d do it so she never forget how good it’d felt when I slid inside and claimed that flower.
“Soon,” I hissed, kissing her and bringing her back down to rub against my underside. My hands gripped her hips, and this time, I started to thrust against her, letting her feel the full power of my body as I pumped my cock against her.
“Soon, Princess,” I groaned. “There won’t be a single part of you that isn’t mine. Soon, but not until I take you as my queen.”
I started to thrust harder, my hands holding her tight and rocking her back and forth acro
ss every damn inch of my big cock. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, but at that point, I couldn’t have given a single fuck who heard her. I could feel her sticky honey dripping all over me, coating my cock as her tight little cunt slid up and down my shaft, bringing us both closer and closer, until I knew there was no going back.
“Make that pretty little pussy come for me, Princess,” I groaned into her lips, kissing her hungrily. “I want to feel my princess come for me, and soon enough, you’ll be coming for me as my queen.”
I pumped my hips up, both of us crashing together as she clung to me tightly.
“Come for me. Come all over that big cock, baby girl. Make that pussy come for this big dick and then I’m going to empty my balls for you. I’m going to make you messy with my cum. So be a good girl and come for me, right now.”
Callie screamed as the orgasm crashed into her. Her whole body tensed and trembled, and she threw her head back, sending her long blonde hair cascading down her back as she arched against me. I could feel her pussy fluttering against my cock, her sweet girl-come gushing down my shaft and coating my balls.
And it was too much to resist anymore.
I groaned as I thrust against her, every inch of my cock sliding up and down her slit until I felt myself crash over the edge. I roared, yanking her against me as my balls twitched, and my cock lurched. Thick, sticky white ropes of my cum pumped from my swollen head, splashing against her as she cried out. I groaned, pumping my hot cum against her skin, sending thick spurts of it across her belly and her thighs and coating her tight little virgin cunt with my seed.
I looked down, groaning at the sight — her white wedding dress pushed up around her waist, my big cock throbbing against her bare pussy, and my glistening, shiny, sticky cum covering her.
I’d marked her as mine.
Forever.
I leaned in and kissed her, slowly, and then fiercer as she moaned quietly into my mouth.
The sharp knock at the door shattered the moment. A fist banged against it again, and Callie jolted away from me.
“Callie!” A girl’s voice called through the door. “Hey, it’s me. The door is locked!”
