His Big Mountain Axe

by Faye, Madison

  I cried out, my hips arching off the bed against his hand as his fingers drove me higher and higher, my whole body tensing up until I was sure I would explode. Rourke stroked his thick cock faster, grunting, his muscles bulging and rippling as more of his pre-cum dripped freely onto my pussy.

  “You’re going to come for me, Princess,” he growled, his fingers moving faster and faster and his body rocking against me harder and harder as he stroked his thick shaft over me.

  “I want you to coat these fingers with your sweet little princess cream. I want you to make a mess, because I’m going to lick it all up.”

  I cried out as the wave started to crash over me.

  “Come for me, Princess,” Rourke groaned, his eyes burning right into mine. “Make this tight little cunt come for me right now.”

  His thumb rolled right over my clit, and suddenly, everything shattered. I screamed into my hands, gasping for air and rocking off the bed as the orgasm exploded through me.

  “Fuck, just like that baby girl,” he growled, still rolling my clit right through my orgasm. His hand blurred up and down his thick, throbbing shaft, until suddenly he roared. His huge cock swelled up even bigger in his hand before suddenly, thick, white ropes of his hot, sticky cum exploded from the head. I cried out, coming all over again as his slick cum landed in pearly white streaks across my skin, covering my belly, and my breasts, and dripping down in little creamy rivers across my pussy.

  His fingers rolled my clit in circles, rubbing his cum into me as I came again, my whole body convulsing on the bed until I was gasping for air, my whole head swimming as the room blurred.

  Slowly, Rourke pulled away, and slowly, somehow, I came down from wherever it was in outer space he’d just sent me.

  “That was—”

  His lips crushed to mine, and just like that, I fell.

  Hard.

  Whatever I’d been feeling before — whatever naughty, illicit thoughts and wicked desires, whatever dirty fantasies, and whatever lust I’d had for this man suddenly exploded into something so much bigger, and fiercer.

  His lips seared to mine, his tongue seeking mine, and his mouth claiming mine as I fell head first into all of him.

  “That was perfect, princess,” he growled softly into my lips. His hand cupped my jaw, stroking my chin as he kissed me again, melting me into the bed at my back.

  “Princess Colette!”

  The voice calling through my bedroom door had me almost jumping out of my skin. It was Ellen, one of my mother’s assistants.

  “Y-yes?” I croaked out, my face bright red.

  “Your mother just wanted to see you before she went to bed. Sorry, your phone was off.”

  I bit my lip, my heart still racing from everything Rourke and I had just done, and from the kiss that’d just rocked my world and sent me reeling.

  “Um, okay! I’ll be right down!”

  I glanced quickly at Rourke.

  “I should…”

  He nodded, and as I stood, he suddenly pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply all over again.

  “How did you even get in here?” I whispered.

  He grinned and nodded his chin at the double doors to my balcony, through which I could see the big metal grappling hook with the rope attached to it trailing back over the railing.

  “You climbed up here?”

  He shrugged.

  “In a suit?”

  Rourke just smiled hungrily at me. “I’d have done it on fire to get to you, sweetness,” he purred.

  My heart flip-flopped.

  “Soon, beautiful,” he whispered into my lips. “Soon, I’ll be claiming all of you, Princess.” I gasped as his hand slid down my belly, fingers tracing through his sticky cum until they slid between my lips to cup my pussy. He teased me with one slick, thick finger, making me gasp and sway on my feet before he slowly pulled it away.

  “Don’t forget that this is mine now,” he purred. “Mine to taste, mine to tease. Mine to claim. Soon.”

  His lips melted into mine again, kissing me deeply and fiercely before he pulled away. He grabbed his clothes, pulling them on and throwing his jacket over his shoulder before he moved through the double doors to the balcony. He swung one leg over, but then turned back and looked right at me. He crooked a finger, and before I could even stop myself, I was moving towards him — naked, panting, aching for more, and marked with his cum.

  He pulled me against him and kissed me once more, hungrily and deeply, until my my whole body was on fire all over again.

  “I’ll see you at the ball, Colette,” he murmured into my lips, kissing me once more before he pulled away, swung his other leg over the railing, and slid down the rope into the night.

  I stood there, heart racing and skin tingling as I stared into the darkness before I shook my head and broke the spell. I turned slowly, like in a dream, and wandered back into my quarters, closing the balcony doors behind me.

  What is wrong with me?

  What the hell had just happened? What had I just let happen? And what the heck was it about this man that made me want him to climb back up right now and do that all over again? My whole marriage was supposed to be sham. That’s what I’d prepared myself for. That’s what I’d been expecting.

  What I’d never expected, and what I’d never prepared for, and what I’d never seen coming, was Rourke. Rourke and his crude, filthy words. Rourke with his rough, demanding touch that had my body aching for more. Rourke who had my whole head spinning, and my heart beating a million miles an hour.

  This was wrong. This was very wrong.

  …So why did that sound like complete bullshit when I said it to myself?

  5

  Rourke

  My hands gripped the wheel furiously, my pulse racing like the engine beneath me as I stomped on the gas pedal. I drove like a maniac, barely even able see the road and barely aware of the countryside flying past me. All I could think of was her.

  Colette. My Colette. My princess. My soon-to-be-wife.

  Soon. Soon I’d have all of her. I’d barely contained myself earlier — barely able to stop myself from gripping my cock, easing the throbbing head between the velvety-soft petals of her slick little pussy, and driving every inch inside, right through her cherry.

  I had, somehow, but there’d been no keeping my hands off of her. There’d been no denying myself the pleasure of feeling her soft, supple skin under my fingers, of touching what was mine for the very first time. I could still smell her on my fingers — the sweet, heavenly taste of her still lingering on my lips where I’d licked her honey from my fingers. The taste of her drove me insane and made the beast inside of me roar to get free to go back there and claim what was mine. My cock ached for more, my balls heavy with more cum for her.

  The car screeched around a corner, pushed to its absolute max, but again, I was heedless. I was incapable of thinking of anything else but how I was going to get back to Colette as soon as fucking possible.

  I know, I shouldn’t have been driving. For one, not in my state that night, but for two, because a man of my means had no business driving his own car. Too much liability. And I could have hired a limo or something, but I always hated that. It felt elitist, and snobby. That and I much preferred to make my own way, with 425 horses under the hood of my 1970 Charger.

  Colette.

  My cock throbbed like the engine I controlled, my pulse racing as fast as the car as I tore through the countryside. Thinking of how she’d felt, and tasted, and how she’d moaned so sweetly for me as I made her come… It had me driving like a madman, but I didn’t care.

  I wasn’t going home-home. It was much too far to drive back that night to the house I kept in Torsund. Plus, I was taking Colette to King Lucian’s suitor’s ball over in Avlion in just two days, so I’d thought to stay close. And on top of that, every foot away from Colette I found myself made me more and more anxious, and made me grit my teeth even tighter.

  Maryanne had offered for me to s
tay at her palace. Actually, Colette’s mother had hinted at offering something more than that, but I’d obviously backed away from that. I rolled my eyes, wondering how the hell Colette had turned out so damn incredible with a parental figure like that always over her shoulder.

  So, no, I wasn’t going home. And I wasn’t staying a the palace. There were hotels — and extremely nice ones at that — in the capital of Cordonne. But then, I liked this country. And I was head over heels obsessed with the princess. And I was wealthy beyond anything I’d ever be able to spend.

  …So I’d bought a place — an old chalet on Lake Cordonne, twenty miles or so from the royal palace.

  The car thundered around me as I peeled round a corner, my thoughts entirely on Colette.

  She was everything — my everything. She was all that I’d never even looked for, and all that I’d never expected to ever come across in my life. Gorgeous, sexy, and so fucking tempting I could barely stand it. But also so damn smart, and sharp, and courageous. I could see that even barely knowing her. She was fierce, and that bratty sass — though it made my cock throb between my legs to think about taming it — was also a mark of her sharpness and her strength.

  I groaned as I thought about the night’s events — of her skin, of the way her soft, full tits had shook so temptingly when the orgasm had rippled through her. I thought of her soft pink nipples, and how I hadn’t gotten to taste them on my lips yet, vowing to next time.

  I thought of her sweet, soft, tight little pussy, and the look on her face when she came for me. I thought of that look of obedience — the way that defiant fire blazed in her eyes before she obeyed.

  She liked submitting — enjoyed it, that I could see. She might not have really known what that was or what it meant, but she did it. It’s why she didn’t scream for her guards or tell me to go get fucked. It’s why she’d opened those soft creamy thighs and shown me her wet, pink little pussy.

  …That I marked.

  I growled, my cock aching painfully in my pants as I slammed on the gas. I reached down, groaning as I wrapped my hand around my shaft and slowly stroked it.

  I came all over her little cunt. I marked her with my seed. And soon, I’d be planting it deep inside of her womb.

  Fuck it.

  I tore my pants open, half ripping them getting the zipper down as I reached in and pulled my thick, throbbing cock out. I gripped the wheel of the Charger with one hand, and my rock-hard dick with the other, stroking it up and down and feeling my pre-cum smear all up and down my shaft.

  Soon, I’d fill my princess with every sticky drop of my cum, until it dribbled down her thighs — until it took. Until her belly swelled with our child.

  I groaned, my balls tingling and my cock lurching as I headed towards the breaking point.

  I imagined Colette back in her room from earlier. Only this time, she was reaching down and wrapping her soft hand around my cock and guiding me to her slit. This time, she was pulling me inside, and wrapping her legs around my waist as I drove every fucking inch inside her hot, tight little channel. My cock trembled in my hand as I imagined thrusting deep inside of her, and making her scream for more, and making her come as I emptied every fucking drop deep inside her womb.

  I groaned as the orgasm hit me like a thundercloud. My cum exploded out of my cock, covering my hand, leaking down my shaft, and dripping down my balls as I roared and floored the gas, barreling into the night as my orgasm plowed through me.

  Fuck, the ball was in two nights. In two nights, I’d be seeing Colette again.

  …I was fairly sure I wasn’t going to make it that long.

  6

  Colette

  I had no idea how I’d gotten to sleep the night before, but somehow, I had. Eventually.

  As it turns out, my mother had already passed out by the time I’d gotten to her room to speak with her. Instead, I’d headed back to my chambers, my bathrobe wrapped tight around me and my face still glowing with the memory of what I’d just done. I could still feel him on my skin — his hot, sticky cum rubbing so deliciously between my thighs.

  I’d slept alright, but not until I’d pushed my fingers back between my lips. I’d rubbed his cum into my clit over and over until I came hard, screaming his name into my pillows.

  Rourke confused me, and he threw every part of me for a loop. Part of me wanted to resist him. Part of me wanted to say no to this dominant, possessive, intense man. But then the other part of me — the part that was winning — knew I couldn’t say no. That part of me knew I didn’t want to say no to him. In fact, all I wanted to say was yes. I’d never had anyone speak to me like that, or dominate me like he had. And while my natural reaction was to always give sass back, and always have some witty retort, with him, it was different.

  With him, I liked submitting, and just saying yes. With Rourke, willingly closing my mouth and opening my legs and letting him put his hands on me had ignited something in me I’d never felt before — not even close.

  …And I just wanted more.

  * * *

  I found myself in the library the next day, my head still in the clouds and my body still aching for more of his touch. I liked the library. It was quiet, my mother and her obnoxious entourage never bothered me there, and I could always lose myself in stories.

  I was in a normal skirt and t-shirt that day instead of a big silly gown, legs curled under me on the chaise, and a book open on my lap. But I wasn’t reading it. Actually, I’d been on the same page for close to an hour, my eyes tracing the same lines over and over but my thoughts firmly on Rourke and what’d happened the night before. I remembered his hand on my knee under the table, and then all over me later in my room. I remembered his thick cock, pulsing in his hand as his pre-cum had leaked all over my skin.

  And I remembered his fingers making me come so hard, my whole body catching fire as he’d stroked his cock over me. I remember coming harder than I’d ever come before just as he’d roared and pumped his cum all over my pussy and my belly.

  I moaned softly, closing my eyes at the memory and squeezing my thighs together. Heat pooled between my thighs, and I knew despite having just showered and changed that morning, I was going to have to do it all over again. I could already feel my arousal soaking my panties, making them cling wetly to my pussy as the heat bloomed through me.

  “Thinking of me I hope.”

  I gasped, almost jumping out of the chaise as my eyes flew open to see Rourke standing right in front of me.

  God, he looked gorgeous.

  He was in dark jeans and white t-shirt this time, stretched tight across his biceps and showing off his tattoo ink. He grinned hungrily at me, his eyes flashing fire as his gaze teased over me.

  “Well?” the words dripped from his lips as he drank me in.

  “I—”

  I blushed.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Why don’t you answer the question, Princess?”

  My blush grew deeper.

  “Yes,” I said quietly, looking down and feeling my pulse roaring in my ears.

  “Good,” he purred back, moving closer and making my breath catch.

  “The Queen said I could find you in here. I told her I was eager to talk to you and to get to know my bride better. But then…”

  He trailed off, moving even closer. He reached down, and when his fingers traced over my chin, I gasped quietly.

  “But then, I opted not to tell her that I’d gotten to know my princess quite well last night.”

  He tilted my chin up, bringing my eyes up to his, and my face only grew hotter.

  “You’re blushing,” he said quietly.

  “Is that why you’re here?” I finally managed to croak out. “To tease me, and make me blush?”

  “No, Princess,” he shook his head. “No, I’m here to do this.”

  I gasped as he quickly leaned down and seared his lips to mine, taking my breath away. I moaned into his lips, my body coming alive for him as he kissed m
e fiercely and hungrily. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me and swallowing my moans as he growled into my mouth.

  “That,” he growled. “Is what I came here to do.”

  I moaned as he kissed me again, pushing me back into the chaise lounge. His hand slid into my hair, tangling in it and pulling it tight enough to make me gasp into his kiss. My hands drifted to him on their own accord, sliding over his perfect, hard arms and moving over his muscled chest. Rourke growled into my mouth, his hand tightening in my hair as he yanked me against him.

  God, he could kiss.

  “Let me guess,” I panted as he slowly pulled away. “You think these lips are yours?”

  “Oh, they are mine,” he growled, making me shiver.

  He kissed me again, rougher this time, and hard enough to make my pulse skip a beat.

  “These lips are mine, princess,” he groaned quietly.

  “I thought you told my mother you were here to talk and get to know me?”

  “Aren’t we talking?” He grinned wolfishly at me. “And trust me, I plan on getting to know every inch of you better.”

  I gasped as his hand slid to my knee, like the night before. He pushed my knees wide apart, making my pulse skip as he eased me back into the chaise. His hand teased up the inside of my thigh, making my heart beat faster and faster and making me moan into his kiss. My skirt pushed up my thighs, bunching around my waist as his hand found the front of my panties. His powerful fingers traced up the front of them, making me whimper eagerly into his mouth as he felt how wet I was.

  “Naughty girl,” he growled, his finger dragging wetly over my soaked panties. “And just what were you thinking about before I got here that’s gotten your pussy so nice and wet for me?”

  “For you, hmm?”

  “I told you last night, Princess,” he growled, his lips brushing mine. “This is mine.”

  I moaned as his palm covered my drenched panties, grinding into my clit. His fingers slipped under the edge, and I whimpered as I felt them tease over my bare, naked pussy. They curled around the sticky wet gusset of my panties, and slowly, he began to yank them off.