by Alexa Riley
“Now open your eyes and look at me when you say it. I want you to know who you’re saying it to.”
I lazily open them as he pulls back to look at me. I miss his mouth on my skin, and I want it back. His bright blue eyes meet mine, making the air in my lungs freeze. The look he’s giving me is pure hunger. He’s starving for me.
“I want you,” I admit breathlessly.
“You have no idea what saying that to me makes me feel.” His voice is deeper now, possessive and raw.
I feel everything inside me melt. No one’s ever wanted me so much. I try to pull him closer, wanting his body fused to mine. My pleasure is growing, and my body is begging for some kind of release. He lifts his hand to cradle my head, and his big body closes in around me. The other hand goes to my breast, and I feel the roughness of his fingers touch just the tip of my nipple. It’s like a warm current blossoms in my chest at the feel of his hand on such an intimate place. But then his hand moves to the other one, and I can’t hold back the moan that leaves my lips.
I should be scared. He has me completely alone and pinned to a wall with no way to escape. But all I feel right now is the pulse between my thighs. I push my hips against him, silently begging for him to do something about it. Anything.
“Say it,” he pushes again, his fingers pinching slightly on that little peak.
“I’m yours,” I repeat. The words feel right as I confess them. Something about handing over ownership to him is freeing, and I give in to it.
“Keep quiet. Your sounds are for my ears alone.”
Suddenly heat is at my breast, and I feel him suck my nipple and more into his mouth. I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the wall as his hands grip my chest and hold my breasts out for the taking.
I don’t get a reprieve as his mouth alternates from one and then the other. Both of his big rough hands encompass my tender skin, and sweat trickles down my spine. My body must be on fire, but I don’t dare open my eyes to check as the pleasure mounts.
My nipples are already so sensitive, yet I want more of his attention. I shouldn’t be acting this way. But it’s too late to turn back. My body has awoken to pleasure like I’ve never dreamed of. And I will cling to it. To him.
“More,” I whine when his tongue flicks over my nipple, over and over. The flip of his warm slickness against me is nearly too much. Dampness has begun to spread between my legs, and I may die if I don’t find the edge of what’s building.
4
Karim
Her moans are burning my body alive. The sound makes my own need increase to unbearable heights, and I need to satisfy the beast. The monster inside me is calling for her, and he won’t be silenced any longer.
Kneeling down in front of her, I push the frothy material up to her hips. I have to taste her. There’s nothing I can do to stop the hunger. When I push it to her waist, she grips the material and holds it out of the way for me.
“Good girl,” I say, and run my hands up her legs.
She’s wearing a pair of pink cotton panties that show a little wet spot. Her pussy is in need, and as her king I will see to her every need. After all, tonight she’ll become my wife in the eyes of the kingdom. It’s my royal duty to eat her pussy as long and as often as my queen wishes.
I press my nose to her panty-covered center and smell her scent. I close my eyes and moan at the heavenly smell of her cunt.
“I must taste you, my Giselle.”
I pull the panties to the side, revealing the little lips on her innocent pink pussy. I lick my lips and then lean forward, licking the slit. The taste is like sugar and woman on my tongue, and I see her legs tremble. I do it again, and this time she moves one leg out to the side, allowing me to taste more of her, giving herself over to me.
Taking the opening, I cover her pussy with my mouth and lap at her like a tiger, licking up her cream and nearly purring with delight. Her taste is so perfect. So mine. Her hand grips my hair tightly as I continue to pleasure her. Her legs spread a little more, and my hands go to her ass, gripping her cheeks and pulling her pussy closer to my mouth.
Her loud moans echo in the room, but I have no way to silence her. I don’t want anyone but me to ever hear her sounds of delight, but her cunt has me so distracted that I can’t focus on that right this second.
She raises one of her legs and drapes it over my shoulder, so I grab the other and do the same. I’m on my knees in front of her, holding her to the wall by her ass. Her legs are over my shoulders and I’m eating her pussy like I’m a man on death row and this is my last meal.
Her juices are slick and making my need painful. I would play with my cock right now, but one touch would send me over the edge. I need to be inside her before I go off.
Slipping my thumb inside her pussy, I feel just how tight she is. She lets out a little whine, but a few thrusts with it and she’s begging for it harder. Fuck, she’s going to kill me. I’m too desperate for her, too far gone to try to make sense of this. I’m just enjoying the feeling of finally being with my other half. I’ll think it all through later. Much later.
“Please. Stop. Wait, don’t stop. Oh God, I don’t know what’s happening. It’s too much.”
“My sweet little Gigi. You’re the most delicious treat I’ve ever eaten. But I think the honey you’re about to give me might be even better.”
My mouth goes to her clit, and I lick it over and over until I feel her muscles tense, and she nearly climbs out of my arms. I have to grip her ass so hard that I’m probably leaving bruises. But I keep eating as her cunt pulses around my tongue and I drink down her sweet pleasure.
Her orgasm goes on for so long that it turns into a second and then a third. I feel like I’ve gone into battle and conquered a kingdom. Like I’ve waged war and my prize is my woman’s perfect pussy cumming on my face again and again. I could lift this castle over my head if she’d only command me to.
Once I’ve wrung out the last of her pleasure, she softens against me. The grip on my hair loosens, and I give her pussy one last kiss before I take her in my arms and lay her on the couch in the corner of the room.
I put her on her back, but her skirt is still around her waist and her bodice is still pulled low. Her breasts and pussy are exposed, and damn if my mouth doesn’t start to water again. I want more of her taste. Need it.
But my cock is demanding attention, and he won’t be denied. My hands go to my belt, and I unbuckle it then unzip my slacks. I reach inside, pull my cock out, and stroke it a few times, not even bothering to take them off. I hear a slight gasp and lock eyes with her.
“Have you seen a man’s cock before, Gigi? Or are you as innocent as you taste?”
“I’ve never—” She stops when her cheeks turn as pink as her cunt.
“But you want it, don’t you? You want to know what it will feel like inside you.” I know I do. I’ve never acted like this in my life—ravished a woman with hundreds of people only feet away—but that is partly how I know she’s the one for me. Why else would I be acting so out of control and doing something so out of character?
“Yes,” she whispers.
I move between her legs and pull one around my hip. “On my word, I will care for you and protect you for the rest of my life. You’re mine, sweet Gigi. Until the end of time.”
I push the wide head of my cock past her wet folds. Then I thrust once, breaking her cherry and surrounding my shaft with her tight wetness. The need to cum inside her is stronger than I could have imagined. My primal instinct is to rut and breed, but I’m gripping on to my control with the barest restraint. It’s taking all the power I have to remain still while she adjusts to the new sensation.
I kiss her lips softly, trying to distract her from any discomfort she feels. But sooner than I’d thought possible, she brings her other leg around my hip and deepens the kiss.
“More,” she moans. “Move inside me. I want to feel all of you.”
I do as she desires and slowly pull out before pushing
back in almost immediately. I miss the heat of her pussy too much to pull out, so instead I just grind against her. The feeling of her wrapped around me is pure paradise, and I don’t want to spend a second outside of her heat.
“Again!” she cries, closing her eyes and throwing her head back.
I’m only so strong and do again as she commands. I pull out and thrust back in, and this time I keep going, giving her exactly what she wants and giving it to her harder when she demands. My dick is a pleasure tool for her, and I will make it my goal in life to use him as she orders. My cock will be her personal dictatorship.
“All for you, my Giselle.”
Her orgasm builds much faster this time, and she’s clawing at my clothes while she peaks. I wish I was bare chested so she could mark me as hers, but I’ll save that for later tonight. Once I’ve bred her right here on this couch, I’m going to take her to the balcony and announce I’ve chosen my queen. Then I’m going to carry her into my royal chambers and continue what we’ve begun.
The thought of her round with my child is a vision too intense to control. I cum inside her waiting womb, hard and long. I try to hold myself up, but I end up collapsing on top of her and have to try to push myself off her. But as I go to lean back, she pulls me down again.
“I love how heavy you are on top of me,” she whispers, and then licks the lobe of my ear.
Warm chills run down my back, and I want her all over again. I want to rut and fuck and breed her for hours. But first, I want everyone out of my castle. Except my Gigi.
“My sweet love. That was so perfect. You were perfect.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as I stare down at her beautiful green eyes.
She blushes at my compliment, and I give her a soft kiss before I rub my nose against hers.
“Stay with me tonight. Let me love every inch of you in a bed big enough to hold all of our babies.” She bites her lip and nods. “You’re mine forever.”
When I pull out of her, we both groan at the loss. I pull her panties back over her to cover her pussy and catch any of the cum that may try to leak out of her. I need to get her on her back again soon.
I help her put her dress back in order, then reach up under her dress and pull her panties down her legs. She steps out of them and I put them into my pocket. I kiss each breast before covering them with her dress. The touches and tastes only make me want to undress her again, but I have to stay strong. Just a few more moments and I can have her for a lifetime. It’s what I keep telling myself when my urges get the best of me.
We both laugh and kiss as we dress, neither of us wanting to leave this room. But I know that what waits outside will be the beginning of our happily ever after, and I’m in a hurry to start that.
I take her hand and kiss it before leading her out of the room. “You’ve made me a happy man,” I tell her, running a finger down her cheek.
“This is the most magical night of my life,” she says, rising on her tiptoes to kiss me.
I smile and lean down the rest of the way, giving her what she wants. Then I open the door, and we walk out, heading towards the crowd.
5
Giselle
When we walk out of the room towards the ballroom, I feel completely different this time. He pulls me close to him, and it’s like he’s somehow proud of me. Proud to be with me. He’s standing tall and smiling from ear to ear as he walks confidently with me on his arm. I feel sexy, having done such naughty things earlier, and now here we are in a crowd of people who have no idea what just happened. I blush at the thought.
He kisses the top of my head as we move through the room, letting anyone who’s looking know that I’m his. People turn to look at us, and some of the confidence I was feeling a minute ago wavers at all the beautiful women in gowns. It’s then, as their eyes follow our every move, I realize I don’t even know who my mystery man is.
“Everyone is looking at us. Are you sure my outfit is really okay?” I turn a little to look up at him. He stops moving through the room to look down at me. Again the giant smile on his face lights up his beautiful blue eyes.
“I already told you, you’re the most beautiful woman here.” He leans in and softly kisses my lips in a quick but sweet kiss. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
My cheeks warm at his words, and now I can really feel everyone’s eyes on me.
“Who are you?” I ask, starting to think maybe he’s the reason everyone is looking at him. They even shuffled out of his way when we were moving through the room.
His head cocks to the side. “You don’t know who I am?”
I shake my head. “I don’t really know who anyone is,” I admit. “I should probably tell you that I’m a princess. My brother is King Ethan Merrick. He took over the throne for my father just recently. I should have said something earlier, but…” I let my words trail off as my cheeks heat once again.
His eyes narrow, and I wonder for a moment if he’s mad I didn’t tell him. What we’ve just done would be considered a disgrace to some families. A princess doesn’t give herself to anyone but her intended husband. Not all kingdoms feel this way, but some are outdated. Some still have laws about it. I’m not sure how my brother would feel about knowing what’d I’d done. But in all honesty, I don’t care. I’ve worried about enough my whole life, and I don’t have it inside me to care what anyone thinks.
“I thought I’d seen every eligible princess there was.” His hand moves to my hip and tightens. “Are you intended for someone?” he growls so deep and low, that even in the room filled with people I’m sure I’m the only one who heard it. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. You’re mine now. I claimed you.” His eyes roam over me as if somehow looking for a place on me he hasn’t marked as his.
Then a smile pulls at his lips. “You don’t even know who I am and you melted for me. Just like that.” He shakes his head like he can’t believe it. Who wouldn’t melt for him? He says the sweetest things, and let’s not forget about how handsome he is.
“Come. I want to get this over with so I can take you home with me.” He grabs my hand, locking his fingers with mine.
I hear whispers all around us as we move. I catch a few of them and hear people asking who I am. I hear something about a king having chosen a wife. I’d completely forgotten about why I was here tonight. I squeeze his hand in mine, and he slows down a little.
“I’m not sure my father will let me go with you. I mean, well—”
“I’ll handle it, my love.”
I bite my lip at the sound of that. I love the way he is with me.
When we finally get to the front of the room, a beautiful blonde woman jumps up from her chair. Her white dress hugs her gorgeous figure. She looks like she’s ready for a wedding.
“Sir?” the woman asks, looking frazzled. Her eyes go from him to me and then narrow. She sees our locked hands and looks angry. I don’t know who she is, but she doesn’t seem to like me.
“I’m ready,” he tells the woman in a firm, straight voice. Then he guides me over to the chair the woman in white just stood up from.
“Wait right here, my love,” he tells me softly. The stern voice he used with the other woman is gone and now there’s only softness for me.
“She doesn’t like me,” I whisper, glancing at the woman behind him, who is starring daggers at me. He glances over his shoulder at her, and a sweet smile masks what was just there.
“Get her a champagne,” he barks. She keeps her smile in place and nods before leaving us. He shakes his head as if irritated.
He returns his attention to me and his hands going to both sides of the arms of the chair. “I’ll be right back and we’ll go home.”
I try to speak, but his mouth lands on mine, leaving me breathless. He gives me one last look before he turns towards a small stage. His body seems to grow more rigid with each step he takes away from me. The lights in the room flicker, and I wonder what’s happening.
“Did he choose you?” a
woman next to me asks. I glance over at her. She’s older, but her smile is kind and she looks excited about what’s happening. I glance back at my mystery man, who is talking to a few people who have joined him on the small stage.
“Who?” I ask, looking back at her.
“The King,” she says, as if I’m joking. “King Karim.”
It’s then things start sliding together. He hadn’t told me his name after he’d seemed shocked I didn’t know who he was. Confusion floods me, and I don’t know how I should feel about this. Does it matter he’s a king? At the time I didn’t care who he was. He seemed to be so perfect—what did it really matter? But isn’t tonight about him announcing who he is going to marry? He’s meant for another woman. The thought weighs heavy on me. Is there a woman in the room waiting for him? Is there a princess here who knew he was going to pick her while he took me in a back room? Will he pick her right in front of me? Oh God, will I be some dirty secret mistress?
“He’s to announce his intended. We thought it might be that blonde Nikki. She’s the one who’s always with him. Everyone is always saying they have a thing and that’s why he hasn’t picked a queen.” She leans in as if to whisper. “Because she doesn’t have royal blood.”
My heart starts to pound in my chest. My eyes go back to Karim, who is deep in conversation with two other men.
The blonde woman comes back and drops the champagne glass down next to me with such force that it splashes onto the table and my dress. I hear the older woman gasp. I glance up and see Nikki looks like she wants to murder me. She leans in next to my ear, and it takes all that I have in me not to squirm away.
“He might choose you tonight, but don’t think that it’s over between him and me. Everyone knows kings have their mistress. I’ll make sure to keep him so satisfied he only has one. You’re welcome.”
With that she turns and leaves me speechless and in shock. I glance over to where the King is standing, and he winks at me. I pull my eyes back to the older woman, who’s now whispering to the other older woman next to her. The lump in my throat grows, and I’m thankful when the light in the room dims and someone takes the center of the stage to introduce Karim. I use the moment to slip from my chair and dart from the room as fast as possible, keeping my head down. I don’t want to know what’s coming next, and I need to get out of here now.
