by Madison Faye
“I don’t— oh God — I don’t think it’ll fit!“
But slowly, ever so slowly, he eased a second finger inside, making me gasp in pleasure and the feeling of being so full! He pushed them in and out slowly, my juices running freely down his fingers as he started to pump them faster and faster, fucking me with his hands.
I stroked his shaft faster and faster, his enormous cock pushing up between my legs, past my little pussy, and all the way to my belly button. My dress was bunched up high, and I stroked him against my bare skin, shivering and moaning at the filthiness of all of this.
His fingers moved faster, and pushed in deeper, and I could feel myself start to tense, starting to get tingly all over. His fingers were relentless, curling deeper and pushing at just the right part inside to make me start to shake and tremble.
His thumb rolled over my clit, and suddenly, I felt myself let go.
I started to scream, but he turned my head and covered my mouth with his, kissing me and swallowing my cries. My tiny body exploded for him, flooding his fingers with my cream as all of me shook and tightened with the force of the orgasm.
I panted, sucking in air as I felt his huge cock throb in my hand. Still whimpering from the feeling he’d just given me, I started pumping again.
He groaned.
“Just like that, little Princess. You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”
I bit my lip, only stroking him faster.
“Do you know what that means?”
I whimpered, biting my lip and nodding as I stared at the enormous cock in my hands. He growled, his hands moving low to grab my ass. I gasped as he moved me forward, until my pussy was right against the top part of his shaft! He started to move his hips, cupping my ass and grinding against me, and I could feel this big dick rubbing right in between my lips.
I felt my head spin, my small hands pumping his monster of a cock. I could feel my clit rubbing up and down his shaft, could feel myself start to fall all over again.
“Make me come, little Princess,” he growled fiercely into my ear, his words a snarling sound that made me whimper and start to fall over that edge again.
“Make me come all over you.”
I bit down hard on my lip to stifle the cry as I came again, drenching his cock in my juices as I jerked my hands up and down his throbbing shaft. He roared, like an animal behind me, and suddenly, his cock grew even thicker and bigger. Suddenly, it began to throb in my hands. I gasped as thick ropes of white cum spurted from the fat head, splashing across my belly and running in sticky streams down my thighs and over my pussy. I cried out, an aftershock rattling through me as I came again, feeling his come pulse and splash against my skin again and again.
I sank into him, panting and feeling his thickly muscled arms circle around me, holding me close.
“That was—” he growled. “Isla, that was fucking incredible.”
I smiled weakly, my head still spinning and my body still trembling.
“It was okay?”
“It was beyond okay,” he whispered into my ear. “It was beyond anything.”
I smiled, turning to look at him. He kissed me again, hard, powerfully, making me feel like I was floating through space as I just lost myself in that kiss.
“I think I like making you come like that.”
I grinned bashfully, my cheeks flushed. “That was very…new.”
“And?”
“And wonderful,” I panted.
His cock twitched against me once more.
“You’re mine now, Princess,” he growled. His hand slid between my legs, and I gasped as I felt his finger trail up my sticky pussy before pulling away. He brought his finger up towards my face, and my eyes went as I realized it was slick with his cum and mine.
“Open wide, beautiful,” he growled.
I hesitated one second.
“Open your mouth, Princess.”
I shivered, the arousal spiking through me once again at just how turned on he made me with that commanding tone. I slowly opened my mouth and sucked his finger inside, closing my lips, swirling my tongue, and tasting his cum.
“You’re mine, Princess,” he growled. “All mine.”
Chapter 8
Logan
It took us a second to figure out what the fuck the buzzing sound was, before I realized it was my cell phone, tucked into my discarded tux jacket.
Isla was still curled in my arms, her hand tracing my muscles and her lithe little body so warm against mine, and I scowled at the distraction of the phone. My teeth gritted, and the red anger came bubbling back up.
Fuck.
For one fucking second, I was pretty sure I’d been cured. For one moment, with her, laying in the afterglow of that moment of making her come and spurting my seed cross her belly, I’d been me again. No rage, no anger, no beast lingering beneath the surface. The phone brought him back though. The distraction killing whatever break in the clouds I was starting to see.
I almost tossed the fucking thing over the railing, when I noticed who was calling.
Cade.
“What,” I snarled.
“Logan.”
“Yes?” I hissed.
“Your presence is missed, my friend,” he said, his voice low and measured.
“Deal with it. I’ll catch up with you later—”
“Your disappearance has been noticed,” he hissed. “As has Princess Isla’s.”
My jaw tightened.
“Logan.”
“Yeah?”
“Have you doe something supremely stupid?”
“How much time do I have?”
I could hear Cade swear under his breath. “They may or may not be going room to room at this very moment.”
Fuck
“I’ll meet you by the main entrance in ten.”
I could hear my friend blowing air through his lips. “Lucian isn’t the forging type, buddy. If you’ve been screwing around with his daughter and just trying to get your dick wet—”
“It’s nothing like that,” I roared, startling Isla almost off my lap. I quickly locked eyes with her, my arm holding her tight. “Sorry,” I whispered into her ear.
She just smiled. And again, that light came through the clouds.
“Get moving, Logan,” Cade hissed. The line went dead.
“Isla.”
I met her eye. “We have to move, now.”
“What’s going on?”
“Your father’s guards are looking for you.”
Her eyes went wide, the color leaving her cheeks.
“For us actually.”
“Oh my God!”
She stood, quickly, trying to straighten her dress. I hated that this was ending this way. Hell, I hated that this was ending at all, actually. But I knew the reality. If I was caught out here with her, like that?
I’d be leaving in a bag, without my cock, I was betting.
I yanked my pants on and glanced over the railing. Two stories. Fuck it. I turned and suddenly grabbed her, pulled her against me, and kissed her.
Hard.
I kissed her with fucking everything, melting into that damn kiss like it was my last breath of air.
“Stay here,” I said urgently. “If they find you, just tell them—”
“I was just getting some fresh air.” She said it coyly. “Dad knows I hate dances.”
“You hate dances, huh?”
“This one’s seriously turning my opinion.”
I grinned, kissing her again and holding her little body against mine.
“I’m not done with you.”
She blushed, her eyes wide as she nodded and looked up into my gaze. “Good.”
“Tomorrow,” I growled. “Fuck, no, tonight. Put a green light in your bedroom window or something and I’ll climb up and—”
“It’s at the top of the west tower,” she said with a wincing look. “Trust me, you’re not climbing that.”
I growled.
Sudden
ly we could hear a door banging open nearby, and voices barking her name on a neighboring terrace.
Shit.
“You should go,” she whispered.
“I will see you again,” I said tightly my eyes fiercely burning into hers. “And soon.”
“I know you will,” she breathed.
“Remember, Princess.”
I swung a leg over the side of the balcony and grabbed ahold of the ivy.
“You’re mine.”
I grabbed her, kissing her. “These lips are mine.”
“All yours,” she whispered.
“This,” she gasped as I cupped her pussy through her dress, making her whimper.
“This is mine.”
“Yes,” she husked.
“Soon, Princess Isla.”
There was a bang on the door, and with that, I was gone — over the edge, hand-over-hand and half jumping down the two stories to the ground. I was just behind the hedge as a light shone down, my pulse pounding.
Not from almost getting caught
From leaving her.
“The fuck were you,” Cade hissed, stepping down the front steps of the main palace entrance to meet me.
I nodded subtly at the two guards standing post at the bottom of the stairs before shrugging.
“Just came out for some air and a smoke,” I said casually, ignoring the fact that my bow tie was gone somewhere and my shirt was half untucked.
“You don’t smoke,” Cade muttered as he approached. He glanced sideways at the guards. “They see you leave, buddy?” he growled lowly so only I could hear.
“Leave it,” I hissed back.
My eyes suddenly dropped to the collar of his shirt, and I smirked.
“You fucking hypocrite.”
His eyes narrowed. “What?”
“What is you’ve got some of her lipstick on your fucking collar, dick. Whoever her might be.”
He stiffened.
I liked busting one of the Charmings doing something bad. It reminded me they weren’t actually Ken dolls. It also was fun as shit to witness that took on their faces when you caught them with their hands in the cookie jar.
“Leave it,” he growled.
I chuckled.
“Well, at least you’re laughing now.”
I smiled. “Indeed I am.”
“We should go back inside. C’mon, the ball is still going.”
I eyed him. “We should get the fuck out of here, believe me.”
He scowled. “No, we shouldn’t, because it looks guilty.” He raised a brow at me. “Not like you’ve got anything to be guilty about since you were just out here enjoying the wonderful Avlion night air.”
I sighed.
“We go back inside, we mention that you were out here smoking or whatever. It looks better.”
“Fine, you’re the good boy.”
He frowned, and I eyed his collar again with a smirk.
“Well, or maybe not.”
He grinned before quickly hiding it.
“That was quite a stunt,” he muttered as we headed back to up the stairs. “You really run out of one of King Lucian’s exclusive balls with his fucking daughter?”
I didn’t say a word. Because I had. I’d run off with her alright, and I’d found something I never thought I’d ever find again. And now I was running back to her.
Because I’d gotten a taste, and I wanted more of that.
Hell, I needed more of her everything.
Chapter 9
Isla
I was glowing. Buzzing, really. After my father’s guards, along with his head captain walked out onto the terrace to find me alone and busy innocently reading a book on my phone, the alarm was called off.
My father and my mother both gave me strange looks when I was escorted back to the ball, but when I just plainly said I’d been bored, they got it. My father smiled, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.
“You know tonight’s important, Isla.”
“I know, I just—”
“You just love your books, I know.” He smiled at me, bringing a hand up to stroke my hair. I was glad neither one of them mentioned or noticed that my big dramatically pinned up hair was now free and cascading down my shoulders.
“I’m glad I have a smart woman for a daughter. I just want the best for her.”
“I know, daddy,” I said with a smile.
“I was worried, you know.” His brow furrowed. “I saw your choice in dance partners.”
“Oh?”
His jaw tightened. “Mhmm.” His eyes focused sharply on me. “Stay away from that one, Isla.”
“Who, Prince Logan?”
“Yes, him.”
“Daddy he’s really not so—”
“He’s a brute. A savage.”
“Dad, he’s been cursed.”
He rolled his eyes. “You don’t believe that garbage, do you Isla? He’s just a mean-tempered ruler who blames some witch story as an excuse for his horrible behavior.”
“Daddy, he’s not—”
“Well I’m happy to have just been told that he was outside by the main gates, smoking or something, not with my daughter.”
“Nope,” I said quickly, a shiver running down my back. “Not with me.”
“Good, keep it that way. You’re such a good girl, Isla.”
Except good girls don’t walk around a royal ball without any underwear on.
It was a horrible, naughty, sudden thought, but there it was. Because there I was, back at the royal ball, sans panties. Logan had torn them from me, and I’d kicked them under the stone bench when he’d left.
Panty-less, and covered in his sticky cum.
I felt so dirty, and yet so alive. And I was dying to tell Ilana and Imogen about it all. As I scanned the room, I noticed Adele quickly making her way through the crowds and the dancers to get to where I stood by my parents. She looked strange, like she was hiding something. Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks were flushed.
“Hey!” I grinned at her. “Have you seen Ilana or Im—”
She shushed me with a look, raising her brows at my parents before nodding me away.
“Where’d they sneak off to?” I whispered when we were away from earshot.
Adele’s eyes were wide and there was this glow about her. I suddenly dropped my eyes to her neck and gasped.
“Adele Thompson White!”
She went red, quickly bringing a hand up to her neck.
“Where have you been?” I hissed. “And with who?”
“Me?” she squealed, still blushing fiercely. “Where have you been?”
“Nowhere,” I said quickly.
“Nowhere with Prince Logan?”
I blushed, and there was no way I was even going to hide it.
Adele’s jaw dropped. “Oh my God Isla! Are you okay?”
I bit my lip, the heat flushing into my cheeks.
“I’m very okay,” I gushed with a big stupid grin on my face.
I eyed her bruised neck again. “Those are totally hickeys.”
“They are not,” she said primly.
“Where’re my sisters?”
Adele’s eyes went even wider, as if that was even possible at this point.
“What? Tell me!”
Her face went even redder, like she was utterly scandalized. “Isla,” she whispered, leaning close. “Ilana’s with—”
“Are you enjoying the dance, girls?”
We both jumped back at the sound of my mother’s voice. We whirled to see her smiling with a glass of champagne in her hands.
“It’s lovely, Your Highness,” Adele said quickly
My mom laughed. “Right, public event. The Highness stuff.”
Out of the spotlight, and out of events like this, my mother was just Jessica to Adele and other close friend and family. Just like my dad was just Luc. They were actually pretty cool parents, which couldn’t have been easy with being regents of a Kingdom and all that. But you hear stories of modern royalty be
ing ass-backwards and weird and cold and disconnected. My parents were none of those things, just strict about boys around their daughters.
“Well, enjoy!” She winked at both of us. “Go find some cute dance partners! That’s why we’re here isn’t it?”
“Going to find yourself a dance partner, Jessica?” Adele said conspiratorially, eliciting a grin from my mom.
“Oh, I’ve got a great one.” She smiled as she reached over and hooked an arm through my father’s elbow, whirling him around with a surprised smile on his face. “Shall we?”
He beamed his most kingly smile as he took in my mother. “As my queen commands.”
“Those two,” Adele said with a laugh as they walked off to the dance floor.
“I know, gross.”
“I think it’s sweet.”
“They’re not your parents.”
“True. So?”
I quickly looked away, feigning ignorance. “What?”
“Spill it!”
“There’s nothing to spill” I said primly, despite my mind immediately going to what was spilled all over my tummy and my pussy earlier.
“Liar.”
I groaned. “Adele, I’m not—”
I froze. Because right then, I looked up. Right then is when I looked across the ballroom, and found my eyes immediately held captive.
By him.
There, standing in the doorway across the ballroom, his eyes narrowed right on me like I was prey, was my beast.
And he looked hungry for more.
So was I.
Chapter 10
Isla
That said, I didn’t get a chance to dance with him. Or talk to him, at all.
It was like things kept interfering to keep us apart. My body yearned for his touch, and our eyes were almost constantly locked and sending little blazes of heat and desire across the room. But there was always my father, some advisers, other members of the court, or some dumb prince I had no interest in being pushed on me.
And despite my father’s off-hand comment about his guards having spotted Logan outside, I couldn’t help but notice a set of guards following my beast’s every move, three paces behind him all the time.
The suspicion was there, and the guilt was plastered all over my face as I stood there having boring conversations with boring princes.
