by Madison Faye
But come morning, it was a new day.
The last of Mallory’s people were locked up, along with Mallory herself, who screamed that it was all lies of course until the proof was shoved in her face.
My dad filed for divorce by lunch.
The non-terrorist separatist — the ones who’d backed Damon’s ceasefire agreement, laid down their weapons that afternoon, and by the following day, an official treaty was signed.
Four days later, Damon and I were married — “by week’s end,” by the way. Though I’m betting that irony was lost on Mallory at that point. Anya grilled me mercilessly for more details about Damon and me, but I’m holding out — that is, until she tells me about this mysterious “club” she keeps going off to and coming back from on cloud nine…
If there was any remote concern about my marriage to a “non-royal,” well, for one, it’s a non-issue. This is, after all, the modern times, and not the time of King Arthur, and I’m allowed to marry whomever I please. But for two, it matters a whole lot less now — now that Damon’s been offered a seat at my father’s royal council as head of intelligence.
Dad, by the way, made it crystal clear that the offer had zero to do with Damon being his son-in-law, and everything to do with him being one of the most loyal, trusted, and truth-seeking men he’d ever known.
“Just relax, baby girl.”
And now here we are, married, and finally alone after the wedding festivities in the far west tower of the castle. Our honeymoon suite for the evening.
My body is already on fire, every nerve ending tingling from Damon’s mouth on my pussy for the last hour or so — teasing me until I literally begged him to stop. But now, it’s time.
It’s time for him to take all of me, and I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.
I meet his eyes, our lips an inch apart and breathing the same breaths as he slips the head of his cock gently up over my lips. I moan as he teases my clit, flicking it with his thick cock before he eases back down.
My breath catches, feeling his cock nestled between my lips, ready to slide all the way inside of me. And I understand that what we’ve done before is certainly sex — I get that what we’ve had before this is as intimate as two people can get. But there’s something symbolic about him taking my virginity like this that makes this extra intense — extra intimate.
Maybe I’m just old fashioned like that. But then, maybe he is too. After all, he’s the man that somehow managed to make me wait to give this part of me up.
His grooved, muscled hips rock forward, and I moan softly as I feel his head ease inside. My tight pussy stretches deliciously around his thick girth, my hips arching off the bed as if trying to take more of him inside. I whimper in pleasure, my legs tightening on his hips and my fingernails scratching down his muscled arms.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, the fire in his eyes roaring as he leans down to kiss me. “You feel as sweet as you taste.”
I moan, arching my hips up more, urging him on. I want all of him. Going slow at first is good, but we’ve already talked about this — after that part, I don’t want him to hold back.
I want him to take me like I love it when he takes me.
Like a man.
He slides deeper, inch after thick, throbbing, glorious inch of his wonderful cock filling my newly deflowered pussy up, until with a gasp from both our lips, I can feel him sheathed all the way inside.
“Oh God, yes…” I gasp, my legs tight around him and my breath coming haltingly.
Damon groans, flexing his muscles and letting me feel his cock pulse deep inside of me.
“How’s that feel, baby?” he growls in my ear, grinding deep and making me cry out.
“So fucking good!” I gasp, clawing at his skin.
He makes a tsking sound. “Dirty girl.” He shakes his head, his eyes flashing. “Using dirty words like that.”
“Maybe I need to be punished,” I whisper, feeling my blood pounding in my ears.
I gasp as he slowly withdraws, until just the thick head of him is inside of me.
“And now, baby girl,” he growls, leaning down and kissing me fiercely. His tongue seeks mine, and when he pulls away, I whimper as his teeth gently catch my bottom lip for one drawn second.
“And now, I’m going to fuck you like the bad little girl you are.”
And with that, he drives all the way in in one incredible stroke.
I cry out, gasping and moaning for more as he pulls out, only to drive balls deep back inside all over again. His lips crush against mine as our bodies start to rock together, his big dick thrusting in and out of my tight, eager pussy.
Damon growls as he grabs my wrists, pushing them up over my head and pinning them there with his hands as he starts to fuck me harder.
“More,” I moan into his kiss, arching my back and urging him on. His mouth drops to my breasts, and I cry out as his lips and his teeth and his tongue tease my nipples mercilessly. He groans into my skin as he drives in and out, his heavy balls slapping against my ass on every thrust.
My world starts to blur, his thick girth rubbing across my clit on every thrust, his head driving in so deep it’s like he’s impaling me with it so wonderfully. The trembling starts in my legs, making them twitch as my knees cling tightly to his big, muscled body. His hands drop from my wrists, moving to grab my hips as he starts to fuck me hard. I scream in pleasure, my fingers raking down his broad, masculine chest and running over his chiseled abs as he fills me to the brim on every powerful thrust.
One of his hands moves between us, rubbing my clit as his cock fills me again and again, until suddenly, I know I’m going to fall.
“I want to feel this little pussy come all over my cock, baby,” he groans, growling as he slides in deep.
“Let me feel you come, baby girl. Let me feel you come for the first time with my cock deep inside this tight, perfect, sexy little pussy.”
I explode.
When I come, for the very first time like this, and with the man I love more than anything in this world, it’s like nothing else. It’s pure white light, and the feeling of shattering into a million pieces, and then I’m screaming his name as I crash into the orgasm.
He fucks me all the way through my first big explosive climax, his hips relentlessly thrusting, his big cock filling me over and over until I’m gasping for air. Damon drives in deep just as his mouth finds mine, and as he sears the kiss of all kisses across my lips, I feel his whole body tense before he explodes inside of me.
We both cry out then, his hot, sticky cum pumping deep inside my body as our orgasms bring us crashing together again and again, until we can’t even move anymore. We try, both of us still slowly grinding into each other until we just collapse onto the bed.
But then, that’s just round one. Round one of many until the sun finally comes up and we fall asleep tangled in each other’s arms.
And after that, it’s the rest of our lives.
I don’t know what the future will bring. I am technically the heir to the throne, but then, I have every intention of moving with Damon to the home he’s building in the woods. It’s no cabin, by the way, but it’s not exactly the royal palace either.
For the time being though, I don’t care. Things like that can wait. What can’t wait, ever in life, is saying yes to yourself when you’ve found the one who fits with you like no one else ever has or will. What can’t wait is putting aside what people might say and just saying yes to your heart.
What can’t wait, is love.
Fairytales come in all shapes and sizes. Some have curses, or bad reputations, or relationships that won’t make sense to everyone. But the important thing is this: they’ve all got a happy ever after. I know this for a fact, because I’ve lived my own fairytale, with the man I love.
And trust me, a happy ever after is exactly what we've got.
The End
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Professor
She’s supposed to be untouchable. But I’ve had a taste of the forbidden fruit, and now I just want more...
She’s the girl from my freshman lecture - my perfect, straight-A pupil and the one I shouldn’t even be looking at much less having these kind of thoughts about. No woman has ever made me feel this way, like I’m going out of my mind with raw need for her. I know the rules, and I know she’s half my age, but I don’t give a f*ck.
Because I’m going claim her. I’m gonna be her first, and I’m going to take her until everyone knows she’s MINE.
Copyright © 2016 Madison Faye
All rights reserved.
Editing: Sennah Tate
Cover: White Rabbit Creative
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review purposes.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
Chapter 1
Liam
I’m a bad man.
Well, no, I’m a good man, but I’m about to do something bad. Because I’m staring down at this perfect little picture of innocence and temptation sprawled out beneath me, and I know I’m never going to be able to resist her.
She’s perfect; strawberry blonde hair cascading around her angelic face with those deep blue eyes looking up at me. Her cheeks flushed pink; pink like the soft pink nipples peaking her heavenly tits. Fuck me, I could bury my face for days in the soft, creamy skin of those breasts and the way they defy fucking gravity sitting so high and perky on her chest despite being so big.
And she’s so fucking wet for me that I can see it glistening in the low light of her dorm room. I can see how ready and willing that tight little pussy is, ready for me as I hover above her about to plunge my cock balls deep into that impossibly tight channel.
Jesus, her dorm room.
Yeah, this girl is perfect, but she’s also so fucking wrong. She’s legal, but she’s a student; my student for God’s sake. She’s my perfect, straight-A student that sits front and center in my freshman English literature class at Hardham College. The one I lose my damn words over when I get sucked into watching her. The one I lose my place in my readings over when I watch her chewing on the end of her pen, her eyes lost in the book in front of her. Or when she crosses and uncrosses her legs. She’s not trying to be sexy, but that’s exactly what gets me hard as a fucking rock for her.
I doubt the University would be happy to know about my lusting over a student, but I know they’d be more than pissed if they could see me now, with the head of my cock brushing against her silken, pouty pussy.
Her fingernails drag up my back, her hips undulating as if begging me with her body to plunge into her. I’m all too willing to oblige.
She whimpers when I enter her, sliding my thick tool deep inside of her and practically choking on my breath at how impossibly tight and wet she is.
Of course she is, she’s only done this once before.
Once before, with me, when I popped her cherry and took her innocence. When I had her writhing on my cock, bucking against me and coming like a damn train going off the rails. When she begged me to fill her, and when I finally let go and pumped every drop of cum deep inside her young, unprotected pussy.
It’s barely been twenty-four hours since, but I can’t even believe I’ve lasted this long without another taste. That honey between her legs is like my Goddamn drug, and I know I’m hopelessly addicted to it.
She rocks her hips up off the bed, moaning as the extra leverage grinds my cock even deeper inside of her; so deep that there’s no way I could possible fill her small body any further. It’s almost obscene the way her pink pussy lips stretch around my thick shaft, or how small and delicate she looks under my much older, muscled body.
Obscene like a man my age fucking a girl her age. Obscene like taking a college freshman’s cherry on top of my desk in the English department building. Obscene like how wrong it is on every level for me to be looking at this girl, much less plunging my cock in and out of her clenching, willing pussy.
I’d had the door locked and the shade drawn yesterday, when I tasted that young body for the first time and when I pushed through her innocence and claimed her as mine. We’re in her dorm room now, though, and the door’s not locked. Her damn roommate could walk in at any time and see us like this, and God knows what sort of shit would hit the fan then.
Fuck, I can hear other students partying down the hall - other students I probably teach, come to think of it. And none of them can possibly know that I’m balls deep in one of their peers right now. None of them would guess in a million years that the goody-two-shoes teacher’s pet that sits at the front
of the class and aces every test, and does every extra-credit assignment with flying colors is moaning under me and clawing at my back while her pussy milks me for all that I’m worth.
None of them would ever guess that the girl with the black-rimmed glasses, and the hair pulled back in a ponytail, and the normally conservative dress for a college girl her age is now spread-eagle under her professor without a stitch of clothing save a pair of knee-high socks; the glasses to the side, and the normally contained hair wild and free across the sheets beneath her.
She’s so fucking tight and so wet, like a silken glove around my bare cock.
Oh, right, as if this needed anything else to be more obscene. Not only am I fucking a student half my age, but I’m bare and totally unprotected inside of her. And just like yesterday, I don’t give a fuck. Just like yesterday, I have a single, primal urge to fill this girl with my seed and make her mine.
Mine, more than she already is.
She’s moaning and whimpering beneath me, making these little cooing sounds that have my cock surging inside of her. She wraps her legs around me, pumping up to meet my thrusts as I start to fuck her harder and deeper, as if urging me on. And any fear I have of hurting her, or breaking her somehow - as small as she is and as big as my cock is inside of her - goes right out the window. Because I know she wants as much as I can give her, and damn am I going to give it to her.
She gasps as I grab her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck as I bite at the skin there. “You want me to fill you up again, don’t you,” I growl, sliding my cock deep and feeling my heavy balls slap against her tight little ass. “You want to feel my come inside this tight little pussy, don’t you?”
