by Madison Faye
And now, I had her all to myself.
I strode through the empty halls of the closed wing to Milton’s palace until I found what I was looking for: the presidential guest suite for visiting royalty and dignitaries. It wasn’t ideal — in a perfect world of course, I’d be taking Callie in our own bed. But there would be no waiting — not anymore. I pushed the door in, sweeping her across the threshold in my arms and kicking the door shut behind me.
Callie moaned, her arms tightening around my neck as she tugged me down for a hungry, deep kiss. I growled into her lips, hands tightening on her body and feeling my blood run like fire in my veins. My cock was achingly hard, throbbing and pulsing to break free of my pants. I could feel her body coil against me, her finger gripping my collar as she pressed into me, like she couldn’t wait to have me.
And oh would she have me. Every inch of me, always.
I set my bride down in front of the huge bed, moving behind her. She gasped as my hand slid over her body, tugging at the ties holding the thin, gauzy white dress together as my lips brushed her neck and her ears.
“I’d want this to be in our bed, love.”
“And it will be, so many times,” she gasped, turning her head to press her lips to mine. “But for right now—”
“For right now,” I purred. “I’m not letting another second go by without taking you.”
“Make me yours,” she whispered sending my cock throbbing as I crushed my lips to hers. I kissed her hungrily, fiercely, like I never wanted her lips to forget the feel of mine. I groaned as I pulled the rest of the ties on her dress, letting it slowly drop from around her body. My hand slid the straps off her shoulders, and then suddenly, the whole shimmering white thing dropped to pool on the floor by her feet.
I groaned, pulling her soft little body against mine, feeling my rock-hard cock nudge against her ass. My hands slid over her hips and then down over her tummy. She whimpered as my hand slid under the edge of her panties, and when I pushed it deep between her legs and felt the hot, slick, sticky wetness between her thighs, I growled hungrily.
“And tell me, angel,” I whispered heatedly into her ears. “Was this naughty little pussy this wet while we were saying our marriage vows?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Fuck,” I groaned, the thought of her little pussy dripping so wet like this while she pledged to be mine forever somehow getting me even harder. I pushed my finger between her lips, making her gasp as I stroked it up over her opening. I teased it higher, collecting her dewey wetness and swirling it over her hard little clit. Callie moaned, sagging into me as she gasped in pleasure. I could feel her small hand sliding back between us, her fingers teasing over my throbbing hard cock as I teased her pussy.
But I needed more.
I moved her forward, onto the edge of the bed and onto her hands and knees. I groaned as dropped behind her, my fingers hooking into the edge of her panties. I pulled slowly, reverently, like I was unwrapping the best fucking present in the world. I slid them down over her ass, growling hungrily as all of her was revealed to me — her tight little cunt nestled so pink and slick between her pretty thighs.
“Show me, love,” I growled. “Show me everything.”
Callie gasped, trembling as she reached back and slid her hands over her ass.
“Spread yourself open for me, my wife,” I groaned. “Show me that sweet little pussy and that gorgeous little ass.”
She moaned, hands gripping tight as she did as I asked. The blood roared through me as I leaned forward like a man possessed. My hands slid up her thighs as I inhaled the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Fucking hell, I wanted to bottle that scent up so I could always have it.
…Or maybe, I’d just have to bend her over and run my tongue over her little pussy all the damn time just to make sure I always had it. And I did just that.
Callie cried out as my tongue teased over her lips, pushing into her opening and making her arch her back in pleasure. I groaned into her, tonguing her sweet cunt as the blood pounded through my veins. My cock lurched in my pants as I unbuttoned my shirt, tossing it away as my I pushed my tongue deep inside of her. I moved to her clit, swirling my tongue around her little bud and making her squeal in pleasure. I undid my pants in a fury, yanking my belt off and shoving my trousers down to free my aching cock. My hand wrapped around it, and I groaned into my wife’s tight little pussy as I started to stroke.
I tongued her faster, and deeper, flicking my tongue across her clit and then pushing it deep into her opening. Callie went to pieces for me, crying her pleasure out to the room as she arched her back and pushed back to meet my mouth. I gripped her ass tight with one hand, pulling her back and forth on my tongue as I stroked my cock with the other. Thick white precum leaked from my crown, coating my dick with a slick wetness.
I swirled my tongue over her little bud again and again, my hand gripping her ass tight and my thumb teasing over her asshole in slow little circles.
This was my wife — my forever, and my everything. And I was going to show her exactly what I had in store for her for our lives — namely, making her come harder than she’d ever imagined, every single day.
“Come on my tongue, baby girl,” I growled into her, groaning as I sucked at her aching clit. “Make this pretty little pussy come for me. Come for me, wife. Come for me now.”
I wrapped my lips around her clit and darted my tongue back and forth across it as I hummed into her. And suddenly, Callie shattered for me.
She screamed as the orgasm exploded through her, her entire body trembling in pleasure as it shook through her. She moaned, trembling and bucking her hips against my mouth as I tongued her right through the climax, teasing her in slow, melting circles as she gasped and came apart.
She collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air and giggling as I stood and kicked my pants away.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, groaning as she rolled onto her back. “Are you trying to kill me on day one of our marriage?”
Marriage. I growled hungrily at the word, feeling my heart race and swell with love for this girl. This was my wife — now and for always. Mine and mine alone. I groaned as I stalked into the bed over her, making her gasp and shiver, her eyes flashing fire as she bit her lip. I moved over her slowly, covering her with my much larger frame. My hands slid up into her hair, and when I kissed her fiercely, I knew all was right in the world.
The rest I’d figure out later. No, the rest we’d figure out later, as husband and wife.
I reached between us, wrapping my fist around my cock and sliding it up between her thighs. Callie moaned quietly as I slid the throbbing head over her velvety-soft lips, her hips raising as if to coax me inside.
I growled, stroking myself as I looked into her eyes. Big drops of my sticky precum dropped from my swollen head, trickling across her pussy and her thighs. I used the head to tease her clit, making her gasp quietly as her hand slid up my biceps. I nudged my cock back down, pushing it gently against her slick opening.
“This won’t hurt much, angel,” I whispered.
“I don’t think it’ll hurt at all,” she said shyly. “I rode horses.”
I smiled as I pressed my lips to hers, nudging the head between her lips and feeling her gasp.
“And now you’ll ride me.”
“My stallion,” she gasped.
I eased into her, groaned at how unbelievably tight she was. So slick, and so tight, so wet, and so ready for me to claim that sweet cherry. Pushed the head deeper against her opening, feeling her hot little cunt slowly open for me.
“My king,” she whispered, moaning deeply.
I pushed in further, feeling my head slowly start to slip inside as her greedy cunt started to suck me inside.
“My love,” she breathed.
My lips crushed to hers, and suddenly, I pushed inside. Callie gasped, clinging to me tightly and moaning as I started to ease myself deeper. I kissed her fiercely, swallowing her moans of pleasure as I starte
d to sink every inch of my cock deep inside of her. I pushed deeper, groaning into her as her slick, heavenly pussy swallowed me up, until with a groan, I sank the rest of the way to the hilt.
Callie moaned, clinging to me tightly as she rocked her hips against me. I rocked against her, grinding my cock deep inside and making her cry out. Her legs wrapped around my muscled waist, her tongue swirling with mine.
“And now you’re mine, angel,” I groaned. “Now and forever.”
“All yours,” she whispered fiercely into my lips, kissing me as her hips arched into me.
Slowly, I pulled my hips back sliding every slick, thick inch of my big cock from the tight confines of her perfect pussy. I left just the fat, swollen head inside, throbbing and pulsing with need for her as precum leaked from my crown. My eyes locked with her, and I watched her jaw drop as I slowly eased every single inch back in, deeper and deeper until I was sheathed inside of her.
“Feel me stretch this little pussy wide, my love. Feel your walls gripping me so tight, like they’re memorizing the feel of me inside of you.”
I reached between us, my fingers rolling over her clit as I slowly drew back, and then pushed back in. I groaned, muscles clenching tight as I started to drive in and out, feeling her tight, slick walls grip me with every thrust, her legs pulling me back inside. She cried out, throwing her head back as she clung to my neck, rolling her hips as I started to fuck her harder, and faster. The wet sounds of us coming together, and of my groans, her whimpers of pleasure filled the room, driving me on as I cupped her cheek, kissed her fiercely, and claimed her sweet little pussy as mine.
“You feel so fucking good,” she moaned, clinging to me as she gasped in pleasure. “God you fill me up so much.”
“And it’s all yours, angel,” I growled. “All of me is all yours, forever.”
“Husband,” she moaned.
“Wife,” I hissed back, pumping my cock deep inside of her as she cried out.
Suddenly, I grabbed her, and she gasped loudly as I quickly rolled us over, me on my back with her perched on top of me. She groaned, biting her lip and wrinkling her brow in ecstasy as she rocked her hips, feeling me so fucking deep inside of me.
“Ride that thick cock, baby girl,” I growled, my hands sliding to her ass and gripping it possessively. “Bounce that sweet little cunt up and down every inch of me. I want to feel you take every inch of that cock. I want to feel you stretch so good around me, and coat my balls with your sweet honey. And then I want you to come for me, angel. I want you to come all over your husbands big, thick, fat cock.”
Callie cried out, raising her hips and moaned as she sank back down. Her fingers dug into my chest as she started to slide up and down, her tight little cunt gripping me and clinging to me so sweetly with every single bounce. I leaned up, wrapping my lips around one pink, achingly hard nipple and teasing it with my tongue. My fingers dug into her ass, and I groaned into her skin as I felt her start to bounce up and down on my cock faster and faster.
“Just like that, angel,” I growled, muscles clenching and rippling as I fought to hang on. “Take every inch. Make that pretty pussy bounce on my cock until that sweet girl cum drips down my balls.”
She screamed, rocking faster, and bouncing up and down on every single inch of me. He whole face contorted in pleasure, the flush spreading from her face to her breast, and her perfect cunt gripping me like a slick, velvet vise.
I could feel my cum boiling in my balls, my cock throbbing harder than it ever had with my need to fill her — my need to mark her with my seed until my cum was dripping down her legs.
“Every inch, love,” I groaned, jaw clenching as my fingers dug into her. Her whole body trembled, her moans gasping and broken as she bucked up and down on me faster and faster, her tight little cunt swallowing up every inch with every thrust.
“Hayden,” she moaned, her hair falling across her face as she rode me wildly. “I’m— oh God, I’m going to…”
“Come, angel,” I gritted out through clenched teeth, my cock swelling up even bigger and my balls tingling with the need for release. “Come for me, my love. My everything. My wife.”
Callie screamed, and suddenly, her entire body spasmed up as the wave crashed over her. She went wild, bouncing up and down on me like a woman possessed as her whole body shook and trembled with orgasm. I roared, grabbing her hips so tight and driving every single inch of me as deep as I could as I suddenly let go. She cried out, feeling my thick cum explode deep inside of her, pumping her pussy full of my sticky load and splashing it against her womb. The two of us clung to each other, grinding into each other until slowly, we collapsed onto the bed.
I kept my arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her hungrily, my cock still lodged where I never wanted to not be.
“Thank you for my wedding gift,” she whispered, a big grin on her face as she leaned down to kiss me softly.
“Happy wedding day, love,” I groaned back, my hands stroking her skin. This was everything. She was everything.
“So, what happens now? Do we just leave?”
“Do you want to leave?”
“Uh, yes,” she snorted, before suddenly frowning.
“What is it?”
“My…” She shook her head.
“Tell me, angel,” I said softly.
“My parents, and our kingdom.” She swallowed. “This is actually pretty selfish of me. I mean, Milton was—”
“Not going to pay your parent’s debts,” I growled, my face darkening.
Callie look up, frowning. “But that was the deal. I mean that’s why I was supposed to marry him.”
“And he lied, angel.”
Anton hadn’t just brought me a helicopter and Father Patrick. He’d brought me intel. New intel that changed everything. I’d been monitoring and observing Milton for some time now, and my team of investigators had finally cracked through to see behind the public curtain he tended to hide behind. And Milton hadn’t been planning on paying Callie’s parents a dime. The whole thing had been a sham to get her. He had money alright — he’d even given them a small loan or two already. But her father and mother weren’t going to see a single cent after he’d had Callie legally tied to him, and there were memos and documents to prove it.
Oh, but that wasn’t all. Anton had brought me the golden bullet that I was going to use to bring Milton down. The tech team working on the phone recovered from the smugglers plane had worked fast, and what they’d come up with?
Well, it was going to change everything. I’d stolen the bride he never deserved. And now, I had everything I needed to take take him down.
Immediately.
No loose ends. No bullshit with him coming after me, or after her.
No, Callie was mine, and I was going to make damn sure of that.
Callie’s jaw dropped as I told her everything, her head shaking side to side as she took it all in.
“So, now what? What happens now?”
I smiled, kissing her softly. “Now, wife of mine,” I purred. “Now we get out of here. But first, I need to go unseat a king.”
Chapter 13
Hayden
I had no fear. Not a single ounce of it. I wouldn’t have had any without what I knew anyways, but with her hand in mine, I knew I was invincible. I stormed into King Milton’s banquet hall, packed with his guests all milling around before the wedding was to start. But then, there wasn’t going to be one.
…They’d already missed it.
Conversations stopped, jaws dropped, and a mix of shocked and curious looks followed us as I strode across the floor towards Milton’s table, perched up on a dais looking out over the floor. The king himself was red-faced and sweating, already looking completely drunk as he slugged back a beer and wrapped an arm around the waist of a pretty but horrified looking kitchen worker.
He turned when he noticed me, his grin stretching across his face. “Ahhh, Hayden!” He chuckled, seemingly oblivious to the fact that two th
irds of the hall was quiet and staring at us. Or to the fact of who’s hand I was holding.
“Come, have a drink with—”
His words faltered, and his eyes narrowed at Callie, standing there at my side — unhidden, unafraid, and holding my hand — a glittering diamond ring on hers.
“The fuck is this,” he snarled, the smile dropping from his face. He staggered his bulk to his feet, his face turning beet red.
“Take your hand away from my bride!”
I smiled thinly, shaking my head. “You do mean my bride, don’t you?”
He looked confused, his piggy eyes darting around the room before he narrowed them at me again.
“What’s the meaning of this?”
“The meaning is,” Callie spat, stepping forward. “I’m not marrying you. I’ve never wanted to, even if I was willing to pretend in order to save my kingdom. But then, you weren’t going to pay those debts anyways, were you?”
His face grew a darker shade of red, eyes darting wildly as he sputtered.
“You lying, slanderous, treasonous son of a bitch! Guards!” he bellowed, sweeping the food and the dishes in front of him onto the floor. “Arrest this—”
“It seems I have a number of your planes, Your Highness.”
“Wait.”
King Milton’s voice was quick, his hand raised to stop the guards advancing on us.
“What did you just say?”
I smiled thinly. “I said it seems I have a number of your planes. They are your planes, are they not? Your planes, your dummy corporations? Your drugs?” I spat the last part out, my fury rising inside.
That’s what Anton’s team had found. All of the drugs flooding into my country and poisoning my people came from one place and one man: King Milton. It seems his long goal was to cripple my country — to create enough crime and chaos that we’d be destabilized enough to need to reach out for help. And help he’d give, with strings attached, until he was pulling on so many of them that he’d be running the Kingdom of Rince.
