The Princesses (Princess Series Book 5)

by Alexa Riley

  I throw my head back and laugh, and Carlos pulls me closer. “Hmm.” He nuzzles my neck. “Let me show you how all I’ll ever give you is love and pleasure, my queen. Though you might cry for me to stop by the time I’m done with you.”

  10

  Carlos

  “What are you doing?” Heavenly whispers as I carry her out of the reception and down the hallway.

  “Shh. I can’t wait,” I say as I open the first door I see.

  It’s a linen closet that’s only big enough for the two of us. I step inside and close the door, then grab a broomstick and wedge it under the doorknob, sealing us in.

  As soon as that’s done, my lips are on hers. I’m unbuckling my belt, and Heavenly is pulling up her dress, and our hands are anxious to be skin on skin.

  “I can’t believe you’re going to take me for the first time in a closet,” Heavenly giggles as she wraps her legs around my waist.

  “I’ve got a lifetime to make it up to you,” I grunt as I pull out my cock and press it to her wet opening.

  We’ve spent days petting and teasing one another, and it’s all built up to now. This is what happens when I do the honorable thing and make both of us wait for me to have her.

  “Fuck!” I nearly shout, and Heavenly puts a hand over my mouth as I thrust inside her in one long glide.

  She tenses a little, and my eyes fly open to see if she’s okay. She’s biting her lip, but she smiles at me, and I talk with her hand over my mouth.

  “Goddamn,” I mumble, trying to hold still.

  She drops her hand away from my mouth and then tips her head back against a pile of linens. The sight of her is fucking unreal. She’s utter perfection, and I’ve spent my whole life trying to be good enough for her. The way her red hair is falling around her, and the way our bodies feel together… It’s like we were meant to be. It’s that simple and that easy. We were destined to be with one another.

  “If you don’t move I’m going to scream,” she moans, and tightens her legs around my waist.

  “Fuck!” I shout again as I pull out and then thrust into my new home.

  This time, she doesn’t try to keep me quiet as I grip her hips and fuck her onto my cock. The feel of her sweet, velvety heat wrapped around me is almost more than I can stand, but I don’t want it to end.

  “Shit,” I mutter, and bite my lip to keep from cumming.

  “I never knew you had such a filthy mouth.” Heavenly leans forward and sucks my bottom lip into her mouth.

  I growl and then turn, taking her to the floor of the closet. I pull at the top of her dress and free one of her breasts. I take a nipple in my mouth and suck on it hard, and I thrust in and out of her in a pounding rhythm.

  This should be more delicate. This should be slow and sweet and on the bed of rose petals I laid out for her. But we’ve never gone according to plan, and a hot, steamy fuck in the closet is pretty close to perfect. She grips my hair as I pull her other breast free and then suck that nipple into my mouth.

  “Oh God, that mouth of yours,” she moans.

  “You call me King when my cock is buried inside your royal pussy.”

  “I think you should taste my royal pussy, King.”

  I pull out and immediately do as she asks, putting my mouth on her wet cunt and licking her. She moans, and I can discern a slightly metallic taste from her virgin pussy, but there’s nothing her body does that could possibly turn me off.

  Just when I think she’s close to cumming, I sit up and push my cock back into her impossibly tight cunt. She’s just as tight as the first thrust, but she keeps telling me that she wants it harder. And I would never deny my queen.

  She digs her nails into my chest as her eyes close tight and her back bows off the floor. She shouts her release, and I roar mine, feeling her pussy contract and massage my cum out. The feeling of my own orgasm filling up her womb triggers the release of even more cum. It goes on forever, and my balls ache from it.

  “Can’t stop,” I say through gritted teeth as I pump into her.

  “Carlos,” she whispers, and pets my back, soothing me through the most powerful orgasm of my life. “All of it, King. Give me all of it.”

  Her soft encouragements turn me on even more as my body shakes from the intensity. I’ve never before experienced anything like it, and once the last of the pulses stop, I want to collapse on top of her.

  But there’s no extra room to spare, so I can’t roll over. I pull out and help her stand up, and then I put my hands on either side of her face and bring her lips to mine. The kiss is deep and binding, a promise of more to come.

  We both put our clothes back in place as best we can, all while laughing at what we just did.

  “You’re so impatient,” Heavenly teases, and I smack her ass.

  “Can you blame me? I’m married to the most beautiful queen in the world. I’m only so strong.”

  “Save some energy. You’re going to need it.”

  Heavenly winks at me before she moves the broomstick and opens the closet door. If she thinks she’s just going to waltz out of here after that comment, she’s got another think coming.

  “I think you need a lesson in just how much strength I’ve got,” I say, pulling her back in and securing the door.

  By the time I let her get off again, she’s apologizing and promising she won’t ever sass me again. I already can’t wait for the next time she does it.

  Epilogue

  Heavenly

  Ten months later…

  “I can’t do this.” I watch as panic runs across Carlos’s face. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. What did he think would happen when we went at it like rabbits for months after we got married? Heck, I was just on him this morning. He’s been like this my whole pregnancy. In constant worry that something might be wrong with me.

  I couldn’t imagine if I’d had a rough pregnancy. He probably would have had a heart attack by now. In fact, this pregnancy has been more than easy. I might sound crazy, but I’ve loved every minute of being pregnant, and I’ll be shocked if I’m not knocked up soon after we have our first son. We do have a giant baby room to fill.

  “Calm down.” I grab his hand and pull him in for a deep kiss. He leans on the bed, doing as I commanded and kissing me back long and hard.

  A throat clearing interrupts us. Carlos pulls back, and I smile at the doctor and wink. “That’s the best thing I can give him to get him to calm down,” I tell the doctor.

  Carlos is about to have a mild breakdown, and I’m the one in labor and about to push our baby boy out. I grab the side of his face and pull him in closer. I hear the doctor talking, but I’m only half-listening to him.

  “I love you,” I tell Carlos softly.

  “I love you so damn much,” he replies.

  “You better get used to this.” I rub my nose against his, and he does it back.

  “I don’t like the idea of something hurting you. Something I can’t control,” he admits.

  “This is the most beautiful pain I’ve been in in my life. It’s for us,” I remind him.

  “God, you get more perfect every day.”

  “Who would’ve thought I could be even more perfect?” I tease, making him smile as he presses his lips to mine.

  “My king,” I say, pulling back from him.

  “Yes, my queen?”

  I grab his hand and hold on tight.

  “Get ready to meet out little prince,” I murmur as I start to push, bringing our little boy into the world.

  Epilogue

  Carlos

  Seven years later…

  “How did you manage to do all this?” Heavenly asks as she looks around.

  “I have my ways,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her down on the blanket with me.

  The kids are in school for most of the afternoon, so usually Heavenly and I have lunch together. But today I wanted to do something special. I set up a picnic in the orchard for just the two of us. This side is
private, but I even went so far as to hang blankets around us so that we’d be completely unseen.

  The white gossamer flows around us, and it looks like something out of a movie. Heavenly is wearing a short yellow dress, and I trail my fingers up her lush legs.

  “You wear these to torment me,” I say, kissing her neck.

  “Obviously,” she replies, leaning back and letting my lips trail lower.

  “You’re going to be the death of me.”

  “My intentions are only to drive you insane. Not kill you.”

  “You’ve succeeded, my queen.”

  She lies back on the blanket and looks up at me. There is so much devotion and love in her eyes that it makes my chest ache.

  “Make love to me out here, Carlos. I spent so long dreaming of you and our lives together in this very spot. It was all I ever wanted.”

  I slip my hand under her dress, and when my fingers brush against her pussy, I know that she’s not wearing any panties. I growl, but all she does is giggle as I flip her dress up and move between her legs.

  “You know, if you want me to eat this sweet little pussy all you have to do is ask. You don’t need to walk around without panties on.”

  My mouth covers her pussy, and the flavor I love so much invades my mouth. I moan around it and reach down, freeing my cock.

  “Oh God, Carlos, right there.” Her hips rise off the blanket, and she grips my hair.

  I bring two fingers up and push inside her wet channel, rubbing the place I know she likes best. When I feel her squeeze me, I know she’s close, and I sit up, replacing my fingers with my cock.

  “Fuck.” It’s always as tight as the first time, and her sweet pussy is paradise.

  “Always so dirty,” she moans, spreading her legs wider and pulling down the top of her dress.

  My mouth latches on to one breast, and I suck on her nipples while rutting on top of her. Being out in the open like this feels dirty and a little dangerous, even though I know there’s not a chance of anyone coming close to us. But being able to have her out in the orchard satisfies my inner animal.

  We’ve made love countless times, and every time is like the first. I’ll never get tired of the feel of her wrapped around me, giving her pleasure like she’s never known.

  “Yes. That’s is, my king,” she moans and rides out her orgasm.

  Her body goes soft, and I feel her pussy contract as waves of pleasure pulse through her. It’s only then, when I know she’s sated, that I pull out and sit up on my knees. She watches, her eyes wide with excitement, as I jerk off with her slick juices and cum all over her pussy and belly.

  I love seeing my cum on her, marking her as mine. And for some reason, out in the open like this, it feels right. I watch as her hand comes down and smears it into her skin, then her fingers slip to her pussy, and she rubs her clit with some of it. It’s so erotic, and I can’t look away.

  “More,” she moans, and my cock twitches.

  “Yes, my queen,” I say, before thrusting back into her sweet cunt and giving us both what we want.

  THE END

  Forbidden Princess

  FORBIDDEN PRINCESS

  by

  Alexa Riley

  Tabitha is destined to marry a king and unite her powerful family with another. But she’s never been one to do what she’s told, and she’s decided to make her own destiny.

  Vlad has devoted his life to guarding his king and never thought about taking a wife. But all bets are off when a sassy, dark-haired princess appears.

  These two are hot and fast, but when Tabby’s parents step in, things get messy. Can they forgo tradition and make their own way, or will the divide break them?

  Warning: Okay, okay…stop asking. They get their story. Happy now?

  1

  Tabitha

  Putting one last curl into Al’s hair, I step back and take a look at my handiwork.

  “You look like a hooker. One of those American ones,” I tease her, smiling. I think we nailed it. My obsession with my favorite movie Pretty Woman gave me the idea to go with a Vivian Ward look. I love doing Al’s hair, but she hardly lets me anymore. It’s not like when we were little and I did it every day before she learned to do it herself.

  She doesn’t like her long blonde locks, but I love them. They always make me think of a fairy tale, which seems appropriate since we are both princesses.

  “As long as I don’t have to dress like a hooker, it’s perfect,” she tells me, making me laugh. I don’t think I could get Alena to show that much skin, even if I held her down and put the outfit on her myself.

  “I say keep it simple on the outfit.” I walk over to the bed, picking up a dress I know will look perfect on her. I talked her into getting it forever ago, but it’s sat in the back of her closet since then. “This.”

  I hold up the green dress, knowing it will make her blonde hair even brighter. She might not like her hair, but I think it makes her shine like a star. Plus, the dress is somewhat modest, coming to her knees, with little capped sleeves. It will look perfect on her. Maybe a little too perfect for our plans though. This dress might not scare away her future husband.

  “I can’t wear that. I’ll have to wear heels.”

  I have to stifle a laugh. Alena is the worst in heels. It’s actually pretty comical to see her in them. Like a little baby deer learning to walk.

  “Yep. I’ve seen you in heels. You’re a walking accident waiting to happen. So heels it is.”

  I pick up a pair of black heels that will go well with the dress. The point is to make her seem like a mess if we want to scare away the man demanding her hand in marriage. The man who will take my sister away from me. It’s always been the two of us. I still remember when Mom brought her home from the hospital. I thought she’d be mine to take care of, to protect from the crappy-ish parents we had, and that’s what I did. And that’s what I’m doing today.

  We are going to send this potential husband running for the hills. Though after the picture I saw of him, I’m not sure he’s ever run from anything in his life. He has his sights set on my sweet, innocent little sister, and I don’t know if he can be stopped. She’s too soft for a man who looks like he could rip someone in half with his bare hands.

  Handing her the heels, I grab my own dress. Unlike Al, I love dressing up. Hair, makeup, and clothes have been my obsession since I could walk. I slip on the tight red dress and pull at it a little to make sure it’s all in place.

  “Wait, are you trying to get his attention so he’ll marry you? I thought we were scaring him off,” Alena says.

  I watch as panic lights up her face. I did try and take Al’s place when I found out someone had called for her hand in marriage. I knew she didn’t want to get married, just like me. At least not to a king. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life as royalty. I want something more simple. But for Alena I’d do anything, including asking if I could take her place. I was older and had been asked multiple times, but each time, my parents turned them down. The one good thing they’d ever done for me. But when King Roman called for Al, our parents jumped all over it and he would have no one but her. From my understanding I don’t think trying to get him to look at me could possibly work. He was intent on having Alena. The only thing we could do was make him think she wasn’t that great of a catch. It’s all we could come up with. Though I have a feeling this isn’t going to work. Alena never gets how much she really glows without even trying.

  But I can’t help but wonder at the look on her face. Is there jealousy there? Maybe she likes the king a little more than she’s willing to admit aloud.

  “Whatever you want,” I tell her. Because I will do whatever she needs me to do. We always do that for each other. We’re a team. A team that is about to be split up.

  “Girls!” my mom yells before the door opens. “Let’s go.” She gives us a glance to make sure we look presentable because that’s all she cares about. She turns and heads out of the room, a glass full of wine
in hand like always. Hopefully she’s had enough to not be a total pain-in-the-ass tonight.

  I watch Alena slip on the heels and almost fall over. I snort, unable to help myself, while putting my own on.

  “Come on.” I lock my arm with hers to help her walk so she doesn’t hurt herself before we even get there. We make our way towards the great room with only a few minor stumbles along the way.

  “I don’t know if I can do this,” Al whispers. I hate the tremble in her voice. It makes a protectiveness rise up in me “I’m so shy. I don’t know if I can make a fool of myself.”

  “I’ll be right here. We’ve got this,” I reassure her.

  I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll be right here to make a fool of myself right along with her. Hopefully this king will think we’re a hot mess and run for the hills, wanting nothing to do with us. She looks up at me and nods.

  When we turn the corner into the great room we both freeze. Everyone looks at us, but my eyes go to one spot, and I feel every part of my body come alive.

  “Holy fuck,” I whisper to myself.

  The man standing against the far wall has his eyes trained on me. They are the greenest I’ve ever seen in my life. His giant arms are folded over his chest, and I know instantly from his stance he’s a guard. He’s built like a tank, with big muscles and a wide chest. His hair is so thick and dark, I know our babies would have hair just like him. Oh. My. God. I can’t believe I had that thought.

  As if he can read my mind, a smirk pulls at his full lips.

  Someone steps in front of him, blocking my view. I don’t know if I’m thankful for that or not. It’s then I notice it’s Roman. His eyes are focused fully on my sister. He looks almost angry. It’s then I realize it’s because she’s looking where I was looking. At the mystery man with green eyes. I can see jealousy written all over Roman’s face.