His Big Mountain Axe

by Faye, Madison

  Part of me still wanted to fight it, because it was so dirty, but then, there was no denying it. There was no denying how naughty and how sexy he made me feel. And there was certainly was no denying how freaking amazing his tongue felt on my ass. And suddenly, I realized I was going to tumble over that edge, and I was going to tumble soon and hard.

  His thumb rolled my clit, and as his hot, slick tongue pushed deep against my tight little asshole, I suddenly lost it completely. I cried out, trying to bury my cry into a fistful of my gown as Rourke and his wicked tongue and fingers sent me exploding into orbit. My hips bucked against his face, my whole body tensing and shattering as the orgasm thundered through me.

  I gasped as he gently slowed, letting my body come back from outer space. The glow sank into me, my whole body trembling with the aftershocks of the dirtiest, hottest orgasm of my life. Rourke slowly stood, kissing his way back up my body. His hand wrapped its way into my hair, and when he pulled my head back and kissed my neck, making me gasp in primal pleasure, I cried out for more.

  His clothes shed quickly, and my eyes feasted on his incredible, perfect body — the grooved lines of his muscles flexing and tightening, and the sexy way his tattoo ink rippled as he stalked towards me in the dim light. His hand slid up my legs, keeping them spread wide as he eased his thick, throbbing cock against my tight little pussy. I whimpered, biting my lip and looking down with wide, unblinking eyes. Part of me wondered if he’d just take me anyways — if he’d ignore what he’d said before and just plunge his big dick right into me.

  …Part of me wanted him to.

  His swollen head eased against my wet, pink lips, and when he groaned and eased forward, I cried out in pleasure. But he didn’t push inside. He let his thick tool slide up, the head nudging up my slit and bumping over my clit. I whimpered, pleasure rippling through me as his big cock sawed back and forth across my clit. His pre-cum flowed freely from his head — thick, sticky white liquid dribbling down over my pussy and his cock, making us both slick with it. My own desire dripped down his shaft, making it shiny and glistening as he growled and ground against me.

  Eventually though, he pulled back. My brow furrowed and my bottom lip caught between my teeth in a pout, when suddenly, he moved it lower.

  Oh, God.

  When Rourke pressed the thick, swollen, spongy head of his big cock against my tight little asshole, my body trembled for him. I gasped, my jaw dropping and my eyes going wide as I stared down to where his huge dick was pressed so tightly against my unyielding little hole.

  “Rourke—”

  “Do you trust me, Princess?” he purred, his eyes meeting mine with fire sparking between them.

  Slowly, swallowing thickly, I nodded.

  “Then open that little ass for me, baby girl. Open that tight little ass up and let me slide my big cock deep inside. Let me show you how good I can make you feel. We’ll keep your virginity intact tonight, but I’m still going to fuck you like deserve to be fucked. I’m still going to let you feel every inch of my cock slide inside of you.”

  I cried out as I felt him twitch against my asshole, and I moaned watching him reach down, wrap a hand around his slick, shiny cock, and slowly stroke it against me. More pearly white pre-cum leaked from his crown, coating my ass and dribbling down my skin.

  “Your cherry stays tonight, but this?” He growled as he pushed against my little ring, slowly easing it into me.

  “Tonight, this is mine to claim.”

  “Yours!” I gasped, panting as the raw naughtiness of it all thundered through me. I mean, I was spread-legged on the royal throne of Avlion, with the man of my dreams who I’d never seen coming about to slide his big, yummy cock deep inside my tight, virgin asshole.

  And I wanted him to. So freaking badly.

  “Show me,” I gasped, biting my lip. His other hand slid to my hip, holding me tightly as he looked me right in the eye. “Please fuck my ass,” I whispered heatedly.

  Rourke groaned. “With pleasure, Princess.”

  He pushed forward, and for a second, I was sure it was never going to fit. But slowly, inchingly, and with his muscles straining and rippling, his head began to ease through my opening. He kept going, and it wasn’t for another few seconds that I realized that the low, fierce moaning sound I was hearing was my own voice, slowly filling the throne room with my pleasure as he eased inside.

  And then suddenly, the head slipped inside, and I cried out.

  “Oh fuck!” I whimpered, gasping at the intensity of it, but also at the wild pleasure rippling through me.

  Rourke began to push forward, his huge cock prying my tiny ass open as he slid in. My ass and his cock were both still so slick from his pre-cum and my pussy that he began to inch his way inside. He growled, his biceps tensing and his abs rippling as he slowly fed inch after thick, beautiful inch of his gorgeous cock up my tight little asshole. I moaned, loudly, clawing at the armrests of the throne as he slowly buried every inch of his big dick deep inside my butt.

  A suddenly, he was all the way in. Suddenly, I could feel his big, heavy balls resting on my ass. My eyes were still glued to where we joined, but as I slowly dragged them up to his face, I lost myself in the intensity of his gaze.

  “Do you feel that, Princess?” he growled. “Do you feel my big cock claiming your ass like that?”

  I moaned wildly, my body trembling in pleasure and my breath catching in my throat as I nodded eagerly.

  “Touch your pussy, baby girl,” Rourke groaned through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing heat. “Play with that little clit while I make this ass mine. Make that sweet kitty purr for me. I want to feel your candy-sweet juices dripping down your ass and off of my balls while you play with that little virgin cunt for me. Roll your clit and watch as I give you every inch of my cock deep in your dirty little ass.”

  I cried out, throwing my head back and gasping. My chest heaved with my breath, and the blood roared in my ears as Rourke’s cock throbbed deep inside of me. And slowly, I did what he said. I slid my hand down my belly, and when I traced it over my pussy, I moaned quietly.

  “Just like that, beautiful,” he groaned, his jaw tensing. “I’m not going to hurt you. Lay back, open that ass up for me, an play with your sweet little pussy while I give you every inch.” Our eyes met, and something explosive sparked between them.

  “I’m going to treat you like a princess, but I’m going to fuck you like a queen.”

  My fingers trembled as they rolled over my clit, feeling how dripping wet I was. My whole body shivered with ecstasy as Rourke slowly drew back, his thick cock easing out of my ass and sending little tremors of lightning through me. He slid out until only his thick swollen head was just inside, letting me feel him throbbing inside, before he slowly pushed back inside.

  I moaned, and I moaned loudly, my fingers rubbing my clit in slow, aching circles as this dominant, gorgeous, powerful man slowly filled my most private place with every single inch of his huge cock. I could feel myself stretching open, my ass tightening around his thickness as he slowly drove in. He filled me entirely, his heavy balls resting on my ass and his eyes blazing right into mine.

  “Rub that pussy, Princess,” he groaned. “Play with that little cunt like a good girl. Can you feel me so deep inside of you? Can you feel that big cock opening that eager ass up?”

  I gasped, panting and nodding as my eyes sparked fire right back into his.

  “Fuck me,” I moaned, my fingers rubbing my clit faster. “Please make me yours.”

  Rourke pulled back again, and this time, he leaned down and crushed his lips to mine. I kissed him hungrily, my legs spread so wide for him with my knees over the arm-rests of the throne. I could feel him pulsing so hot and dirty right inside my ass, and as he kissed me fiercely, his tongue dueling with mine, he growled and drove his hips forward. I screamed into his mouth in pleasure, feeling his beautiful cock slide deep inside, touching me where no one ever had. He slid out again, only to rock his muscled hips again
and drive every single inch back inside.

  We started to move faster, his hips flexing and rolling as he slid his fat cock in and out of my tight, clenching little ass. My fingers blurred over my clit, sending heat through my body. Rourke angled up a little and drove in again, making me cry out as he somehow hit that special spot inside my pussy, like he was rubbing it through my ass. My eyes rolled back in my head, and my whole body started to tremble in pleasure as my muscled, tattooed, darkly sexy fiancé started to claim my body.

  “Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me so tight, Princess,” he groaned into my lips, his tongue teasing mine. “I can feel that sweet little ass milking my cock, like it’s hungry for my cum.”

  I moaned, kissing him harder and sliding my free hand into his hair, clinging to him as he drove into me again and again. He started to move faster, his gorgeous, big cock filling me up with every powerful stroke. His strong, powerful hands grabbed my thighs as he nailed me to the throne, fucking me again and again until my whole world started to blur.

  He was going to make me come, and he was going to make me come hard. The combination of all of it was building until I knew there was no turning back — how gorgeous and sexy he was, and how dirty what we were doing was, how good his big cock felt inside my ass. And then where we were — that we were doing this sitting on the damn golden throne of this palace.

  But on top of all of that was one thing: that what we were doing, though so dirty, and so naughty and wrong, felt so fucking good. His cock hit me in all the right places, and as his muscled hips crashed into me again and again, I knew I was close. I knew he was going to make me come so hard with his cock deep in my ass.

  “I want to feel you come, baby girl,” Rourke groaned, his jaw tight as his eyes burned fiercely into mine. “I want to feel that naughty little asshole tighten around my thick cock when you come. I want to feel your candy-sweet juices dripping down my balls when I fill you with my cum. You’re going to feel every spurt of my hot sticky cum coat the inside of your ass, and afterwards, we’re going to go back to that ball, and I’m going to dance with my bride. I’m going to hold you like you’re mine, and every single person there will know it. Every single man who sees you back out there will know you belong to me, and that you’ve had me inside of you. They’ll know that my cum is inside of you, and dripping down your thighs under your dress. They’ll know you’ve been claimed.”

  I moaned in pleasure as I started to topple over the edge — his cock, his filthy words, and my fingers on my clit pushing me right over.

  “So come for me, Princess. Come so good for me with that big cock in your ass, so we can go back out there and I can show the woman I love off to the whole damn world.”

  It was like pulling a trigger.

  I screamed as I came, my entire body rippling and exploding with pleasure as the orgasm erupted through me. I bucked against him, clutching him so tightly as my body shattered under him. Rourke roared into my ear, his teeth dragging over my earlobe as he drove his cock deep inside my ass and let go. I cried out, feeling his hot, pulsing, thick spurts of cum pumping so deep inside of me. His hips crashed against me again and again, his big beautiful cock driving into me over and over as he emptied every single drop of his cum deep inside of me.

  Love.

  I knew that had done it. I knew one word had been the straw to break this camel’s back. And I knew how crazy this all was, and that I just met him, and that I barely even knew him. But then, I knew that what I did know was enough. I knew that he made me feel things I’d never felt before. I knew that he made me feel so damn dirty, and naughty, and slutty, but also like the royal queen of his world.

  I knew that my heart beat like it’d never beat before around him, and when he wasn’t around, I knew that all I wanted was to see him again. I knew I could see myself spending the rest of my life with him, royalty or not, and I knew that thinking thoughts like that brought the biggest smile to my face I’d ever had, and made my heart swell up bigger than I’d ever known.

  …I knew I loved him, and that’s all I needed to know.

  He leaned in, his body surrounding mine as he kissed me tenderly and slowly — a switch from the raw, unbridled passion we’d just shared. This man who’d just dominated my body and made me cum so fucking hard, kissed me so sweetly, and gently, that I melted into him.

  “The woman you love, hmm?”

  He smiled into my lips, kissing me slowly.

  “More than anything in this world, Colette,” he growled quietly. “I loved you the second I saw you. It just took almost losing you for me to tell you.”

  I grinned. “You mean it took me almost marrying Prince Scott to get you to come get me?”

  His eyes burned fiercely.

  “No other man was going to have you. You were mine the minute I saw you, Princess,” he purred into my lips.

  “I’ve never wanted any other man to have me,” I whispered back before I grinned mischievously. “Wow, I should have tried to marry Prince Scott ages ago. Maybe I could have gotten you to come steal me away sooner.”

  Rourke smiled heatedly, nipping at my bottom lip.

  “Tease.”

  “Brute.”

  “Brat.”

  “Maybe I just need another spanking,” I panted. I whimpered as I felt his cock — still rock-hard and inside of me — pulse.

  “Careful what you wish for, Princess,” he growled.

  I giggled, throwing my arms around his neck. “I believe someone promised me a dance first?”

  “Absolutely.” He kissed me once more, slowly and tenderly before he gently pulled out of me. He scooped me up, kissing me some more as he set me down and helped me close my gown back up.

  “Give me five minutes,” he whispered into my lips. “I’m going to go get us some champagne.”

  “Champagne, huh?”

  He smiled. “We’re celebrating after all.”

  Rourke leaned in and kissed me, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw possessively, sending a thrill through me.

  “I’ll be right back, my princess.”

  “And I’ll be right here,” I whispered. “Waiting for you.”

  10

  Colette

  My skin still tingled after he kissed me once more and strode back out the way we’d come to find champagne. I bit my lip, feeling the heated ghost of his touch on my skin, and the lingering spark of his kiss.

  I shivered, hugging myself and grinning as I stepped through the shadows of the throne room. I still felt like I was being bad — like I was trespassing where I shouldn’t. And of course, I was, but then, I wasn’t worried about it anymore. I wasn’t worried about anything with Rourke. I felt protected, even when he wasn’t here. I felt unstoppable, and invincible, and untouchable, knowing that this powerful, confident, strong, steadfast man was at my back.

  …Knowing I was his.

  I traced the gilding on wall of the throne room as I moved towards the huge windows that looked out over the courtyard of King Lucian’s palace.

  What was happening with Rourke was so much more than I ever thought it’d be. I mean, I’d known I was marrying him even before I met him. But royals married people all the time who they didn’t—

  …The word “love” caught in my mind, making me grin and shiver as I bit my lip. People didn’t feel that word and still get married when they were royals. It was just part of the life I guess. And that’s what I’d expected would happen with my arranged marriage to a man I’d never met. I thought I’d marry him and then lock myself in my room forever. My family debts would be paid, and me a prisoner.

  Except, that’s not at all how this was turning out. Not even close. Beyond the sex, and the way his touch ignited a raw fire inside of me, and beyond how he talked to me and made me feel so sexy and dirty, and wanted.

  Beyond all of that, he touched something inside of me. He sparked something inside of me I’d never felt before. He made me yearn for more like nothing and no one ever had. With him, I wanted to
see the world. With him, I wanted to dance in the rain in Paris, or get lost on a beach in the Pacific somewhere, or make out in the snow on top of a mountain.

  …And just like that, I realized what I’d been tiptoeing around in my head. I was falling for my arranged marriage fiancé. No, not falling.

  I’d fallen. I was head-over-heels completely and silly in love with Rourke.

  The thought made me grin from ear to ear, and made every inch of my skin tingle and burn with a glow I’d never felt before. I felt lifted, and freed.

  I felt like nothing in this world could hurt me.

  And in that moment, all I wanted was him. All I wanted was to feel his hand in mine, and his lips on mine. I grinned like a silly schoolgirl with a crush as I darted across to the throne room door, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about being “too silly,” or anything like that with him. Hell, we could be as silly as we wanted, so long as it was with each other.

  The door swung wide, and my eyes darted around before I slipped out of the room I never was supposed to be in. I glanced down and blushed, quickly tying the last two loops of the ribbon at the bust of my dress. I shivered, pulling my hair back and up, hoping it looked fine and not... well, like I’d just had wild, dirty, mind-blowing sex on a throne that wasn’t mine.

  I quickly made my way down the hall back towards the ballroom to find Rourke. My whole body glowed as I slipped around a corner, when suddenly, a shadow stepped in front of me, and my heart about jumped into my throat.

  “Well, well, there she is.”

  I froze, my voice still caught in my throat somewhere at the shock of having run into him.

  “Him” being Monty Scott. Prince Scott, of Kadmire — my horrible first arranged marriage that Rourke had thankfully rendered null and void with his own offer.

  “Your Highness,” I said thinly, barely smiling and doing even less of a curtsey. I’d only met Prince Scott a few times, and I’d liked him less and less with every encounter. The first time we’d met, he’d been drunk, loud, and obnoxious. The second time, after the marriage had been set up, was the same. The third time, he was — yep, you guessed it — drunk, loud, and obnoxious. Only that third time, he’d thrown in cornering me outside the ladies room during dinner and pointedly asking me to blow him “as a taste of what he was buying.”