The Princesses (Princess Series Book 5)

by Alexa Riley

“Wife, you can do that to me anytime you want,” Romy says, lifting his head, a smirk on his lips.

  I drop my head back down to the bed and play over in my mind what just happened. All the things he’s been saying to me. How I want them to be true.

  Romy crawls up my body. “Are we going to…?” I start to ask about sex, but he shakes his head. His mouth comes down on mine in a slow, sweet kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and something about that is primal and turns me on all over again. I wiggle under him.

  He chuckles against my mouth. “My wife has a taste for something she likes?”

  My face flushes.

  “I’ll give you more, but not here.” He stands, and I sit up. My dress is pushed around my waist, and I’m still completely exposed.

  It’s then I see little marks all over the insides of my thighs. I look at Romy. He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Only I see you there anyway.” He leans down a little toward me. “Plus, if you run again, you won’t be able to forget me by the time I find you again.”

  “Like that’s possible,” I mumble, pulling my skirt down. “I’m sure no woman forgets you.”

  My words haven’t even left my mouth and I’m over his shoulder, screaming out.

  “Put me down, you brute!” I wiggle, but all he does is slap my ass, so I stop.

  “You act like a brat and I’ll act like a brute. I’ve never marked another woman,” he growls, proving I’m right to call him that.

  I huff in response, but my body heats once again. He’s making me crave him with the things he’s doing to me.

  “Now, my princess. I’m going to take you back to my bed, which no other women have been in. I want to see how dirty I can get those sheets.”

  6

  Romy

  When we get to my room, I kick the door closed and toss my bride on the bed. She bounces and laughs, before her expression changes to one of desire.

  “Take your clothes off and present yourself to your king.” I can barely contain the power I feel as I watch her slip off the bed and do as I command.

  Her curves should be outlawed in every kingdom, but I say a silent prayer of thanks that they are all mine. Only mine. Her hips flare, and her small waist begs for my grip. I want to hold her tight there while she rides my cock.

  She stands there as I watch her, her hands at her side. She looks at me, and I watch the blush blossom on her cheeks. But there is a quiet confidence in her now. One that wasn’t there before I had my tongue on her pussy.

  “Spread your legs,” I command, and again she obeys. Her thighs are thick, and I long to have my face back between them, gripping the smooth skin and feasting on her cunt.

  I take off my clothes and stand before her, naked and hard. She licks her lips as she stares at my cock, and it bobs up and down in appreciation.

  “Do that with your tongue again and I’ll have you on your knees.” For a second I think she’s going to do it, but I don’t give her the chance. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the bed. “I need you too much for that right now. You can try that again later when I’ve got more control.”

  I lay her down in the middle of the bed and climb on top, pressing my cock between her wet folds. Her honey is still soaking her pussy, and I growl in satisfaction, knowing I put it there.

  “I’ve fantasized about this moment for years, Star. Years. I’ve denied myself your beauty, but that won’t happen again. By law you belong to me, and I intend to breed you with as many heirs as your hips will give me.”

  I run my hands down her trim waist to where her body is widest. With her on her back underneath me, they’re exaggerated in this position. My balls swell with seed, ready to give her my child.

  “I love you, and I vow to make your happiness and your desire my first honor in life. You will be my queen, and you will rule me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, my king,” she sighs blissfully, sliding her hands up my chest and spreading her legs wider in invitation.

  “The kingdom will be mine, but you hold the power in your hand.” I kiss her lips softly and press my cock inside her. “But in our bed chamber, you will bend to my will. You will always do as you’re told, and you will take every drop of seed that stirs in my cock.”

  “Yes, my king.”

  Her hips rise, taking more of my cock, and I push the rest of the way in. There’s a hitch in her breath as her tightness wraps around me. The pain leaves her face almost as quickly as it came, and her grip on my shoulders loosens.

  “That’s it, my love. Accept what your king gives you.”

  She moans my name as I begin to move, slowly dragging my cock out and then back into her warm cunt. Her tight body is nearly impossible to get into, and I have to fight my way inside.

  “Once you’re broken in, you’ll be able to take me at any time during the day. The moment my cock gets hard for you, I’ll bend you over wherever you are and fill you up.” Her pussy tightens at my dirty talk. “I won’t care if your dress maid is in the room. I’ll pull your skirt up and have you begging for my seed before she can leave.”

  I grip her hips as I thrust, and Star brings her mouth to my neck.

  “She’ll tell everyone in the kingdom how much I love you. How much I can’t keep my hands off of you. How much I worship every inch of your body.” I reach down and rub the pad of my thumb across her tight clit. “Everyone will know you’re claimed as mine and that you are well bred.”

  “Romy,” she moans, and my name on her lips is dripping with sex. “Please, I’m so close.”

  I speed up my thrusts and feel her body shudder. “That’s it, princess. Open for me.”

  She tenses then shouts my name so loud the sound rings in my ear. The sound is heaven, and the pulse of her pussy sends me over the edge.

  I hold myself inside her as tight as possible, the root of my cock straining to get inside her even a centimeter more. My balls squeeze and throb as every ounce of my cum spreads in her welcoming womb.

  “Every drop,” I say, tilting her hips up so that none of it spills.

  When her orgasm has passed and her legs fall from around my waist, I grab a pillow and scoot it under her lush ass.

  I don’t pull out. Instead, I lie on top of her, holding my weight on my elbows to keep from crushing her.

  “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, looking down at my bride with her glow of passion. “I love you. And I will love you more passionately than you ever dreamed possible.”

  “I love you, too, my king,” she says, smiling at me with watery eyes.

  I move my hand between us and press against her belly. “And I will love our child that we made, because it’s a part of you, a part of what we share.”

  “Is this real? Did I truly get all I wanted and wished for in life?”

  She looks at me so earnestly, and I smile back at her.

  “You did, my princess. Though unexpectedly, you have given me the world by giving yourself to me. I will treasure that and hold it most sacred until my last breath.”

  “What more could a princess ask for?”

  I kiss her lips softly and begin to make love to her all over again.

  Epilogue

  Star

  Two years later…

  “I can’t stop eating these crab cakes,” I tell Fredrick, popping the sixth one into my mouth.

  We’re having a celebration today. I’m pregnant with our third child, and I’m finally getting my little girl. The party has been in full swing for hours. If it were up to me, I would have left long ago, but these crab cakes are keeping me at this table. I can’t seem to help myself. I was never this hungry when I was pregnant with either of my boys.

  “You look as wonderful as ever.”

  I smile over at him. I feel like I’ve been pregnant non-stop since I got married. Romy and I can’t seem to keep our hands off of each other. If it were his choice I’d always be pregnant. He has a little bit of an obsession with people knowing I belong to him, and th
e baby belly lets everyone know immediately. Romy is a caveman. But something about that turns me on and keeps me knocked up.

  “Thank you,” I reply. I feel giant, but really I don’t care. Having my little girl is worth it. I place my hand on my belly.

  “Did you know that your husband once warded me off you?”

  I glance over at Frederick, wondering what he’s talking about. He and I were never a couple. We went to a few events together before I got with Romy, but always just as friends. Nothing more. In fact, I think Fredrick would be more interested in Romy than me, but I didn’t tell anyone that.

  “And I know I wasn’t the only one. I’m pretty sure many threats were made against men he thought you might be interested in.” He wiggles his eyebrows like he has the best secret.

  “What are you talking about?” I turn in my chair to face him. It might sound silly, but when Romy gets jealous and territorial it makes my insides melt.

  “It was known. Well, between men who weren’t in relationships, he made it clear that he wanted you. He’d send threats to people who he thought were dating you.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “Are you serious?”

  “Very. Pretty sure he told me, ‘Look at her again and you’ll regret it.’”

  “You’re full of it.” I shake my head. I don’t know why I think this isn’t true. Over the years I’ve been with him, I should know this is something he would very likely do.

  “Star, think about it. Why do you think you never went on second dates?” he asks me.

  I think back. I thought I never went on second dates because I didn’t have any interest. But now the more I think on it, I realize they never called me back asking for a second one.

  “See?” he shrugs and eats the crab cake off his own plate.

  Maybe I should be annoyed, but the thought of my husband scaring off my dates only makes me smile. The man can be a little ridiculous at times. I gave him hell for waiting so long to make me his to begin with. He had this crazy idea that he wasn’t good enough for me, and he wasted a year we could have been together.

  Romy is perfect for me. We fit together like we were made to be with one another. I’ve gotten the love I’ve always wanted and more. Little Cara kicks my belly, and I grab Fredrick’s hand and places it on my stomach. His eyes widen when he feels her thumps.

  “That’s—”

  “Get your hands off my wife.”

  We both turn to see Romy standing there, a growl emanating from his chest. His normally fun and happy teasing face is gone. He’s all hard lines, and the jealous possessiveness pours off him. I didn’t know a man could be so territorial, but Romy is beyond that. If it were up to him I’d be cuffed to him. If he hadn’t just gone to check on our two little ones, I would have never been alone to begin with.

  “She’s kicking,” I tell him patiently. He’s being ridiculous.

  “Then you find me to put my hand on your belly,” he growls. I roll my eyes at him, but he pulls me from my chair and lifts me into his arms, giving Frederick a hard look. He smiles serenely and winks at me. People at the party hoot and holler, and I bury my face in his neck. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. This isn’t the first time he’s picked me up and carried me out of a party. In fact, it seems to be the norm.

  “You’re such a caveman,” I tell him as he strides from the room.

  “You’re round with our baby. You’re clearly marked as mine, but still, men look at you and seek your attention.” He growls again, the rumble vibrating through my body.

  “Why are you growling so much? Maybe you need to see a doctor,” I tease him. “Maybe you should put an ad in one of the tabloids and tell all the men in the world to stay away from me.” He pauses for a second as if he’s thinking about it, and I smack his chest. “I was joking, you brute.”

  “I’ll show you joking,” he tells me, as he places me on the bed before he starts ripping at my clothes. I never knew having a caveman as a husband would be everything I ever wanted and more.

  Epilogue

  Romy

  Ten years later…

  I walk into our bedroom and stop short when I see Star bent over, lighting a candle. I slam the door closed, and she turns around and gives me a wicked smile.

  “You had the door open. Any one of our servants could have seen you like this.”

  My mouth waters as my eyes roam down the scrap of lace that’s barely covering her most intimate places.

  There is a small tie around the neck, and pieces of lace cover her breasts. Then it dips low and ties around her hips, meeting in the middle to cover just a hint of her pussy.

  “Did you plan on wearing that long?” I ask, clenching my fists.

  Her hips sway as she takes a few steps toward me.

  “No, my king. I planned for you to rip it from my body.” She turns, giving me the full view of her ass and the lace that trails down between her lush cheeks.

  I’ve bred her with six children, and it has made her body even more impossibly beautiful. Her waist is still trim, and her hips and thighs have widened. Her breasts have grown, and her body has become softer.

  “You’re playing with fire,” I warn her, tugging off my shirt and throwing it to the ground. “Or is that what you’re after? Do you need my fat cock? Wasn’t it just this afternoon you rode me until you couldn’t move your legs?”

  She looks at me over her shoulder, showing me the blush on her cheeks.

  “Your pussy is so greedy. It’s acting like a spoiled princess.”

  I push off my pants and boxer briefs as I walk over to where she is.

  “And you know what a spoiled princess needs, don’t you?” I grab her hips and walk her over to the edge of the bed. I press on her shoulder for her to lean over, and I nudge her feet apart. “This pussy need a spanking.”

  I reach out and grip the lace, giving it a tug and hearing it rip. I toss the scrap on the ground and run two fingers down her ass and down to her cunt.

  “Already soaking for it,” I say with satisfaction, and kneel down behind her.

  Using my fingers, I play with her clit, while I bring my other hand up and lay a smack on her ass. She cries out, but not in pain. It’s only pleasure I hear leave her lips.

  Pushing the fingers inside her, I can feel her clamp down on me when I spank her the second time.

  “Greedy spoiled pussy,” I admonish teasingly, leaning forward and licking her. “And I’m the only one who gets to fuck it. Right?”

  “Yes, my king,” she moans, spreading her legs farther apart.

  I play with her as I slide two fingers in and out of her and then come back to her clit. I lick her and spank her ass. She’s on the edge of cumming, and I keep her there until she’s begging me for release.

  “How do you want to cum, my queen?” I finally ask when I know she can’t take much more.

  “On…” She’s struggling to get the words out as I work my tongue over her clit, and it takes her a second to think through her answer. “On your cock,” she finally gets out.

  “Good girl,” I say, standing up behind her and rubbing the tip of my cock through her cream. “I want you to push back on my cock and fuck me with your little cunt.”

  She does as I ask, rising off the bed and riding my cock while I stand there and watch. The sight of it disappearing between her tight walls is always enough to bring me to the edge.

  “So fucking beautiful,” I breathe, running my hands up her back and leaning over to kiss her shoulder and neck. “Always so perfect.”

  “Please, Romy. I’m dying,” she begs, circling her hips on my cock.

  I grip her hips with both hands, and she puts a knee on the bed, opening up more for me. I thrust into her slowly at first and then pick up the pace. She leans forward, putting her chest on the bed, and it’s deep this way. So fucking deep.

  Her pussy takes every inch, and my balls slap against her clit. She moans with every pulse of them, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from going off too
soon.

  “You give your goddamn king what he wants,” I growl, and I feel her tighten.

  My eyes are glued to where we are joined, and when I feel her pulse around me, I can’t hold back any longer. My cock throbs with release as waves of cum release into her.

  “Fuck!” she shouts, and I slap her ass, feeling another orgasm roll over her.

  She loves to talk dirty and push me to the edge. It always gets her off harder that way.

  I pick her up and lay her in the middle of the bed as I spoon behind her and kiss her neck.

  “Woman, you are going to be the death of me,” I say, as my lips move down her spine.

  She giggles and pushes her ass against my still-hard cock. “My king is going to live a long and healthy life. And his cock is going to stay buried inside me the entire time.”

  “That sounds like a happily ever after to me,” I say, rolling her on her back and kissing her lips. When I climb on top of her and spread her legs, she wraps them around me, welcoming me inside her.

  “The perfect ending,” she says, as I make love to her again.

  THE END

  Her Touch

  by

  Alexa Riley

  Eli Strong got out of the military and all he wanted to do was get better. He never expected that the officer he was living with would have a daughter who tested his honor.

  Maggie Drummond has been moved around more times than she can count, and starting at a new high school sucks. But when a wounded Marine comes to live with her and her dad, suddenly Maggie figures out what home is.

  She's forbidden fruit, and he's trying to not to taste... But desire can only be denied for so long. Circumstances keep pulling them back together, and something truly unforeseen happens. Overnight, Eli becomes a guardian and Maggie his ward.

  Will Eli keep his hands off Maggie? Will Maggie like it if he doesn't? Will the two of them break the law because it feels so good? Only one way to find out!