The King's Virgin Bride: A Royal Wedding Novella (Royal Weddings Book 1)

by Natalie Knight

  He pulls me against him and just holds me for a second.

  I can feel him inhaling, breathing me in. Smelling my perfume. My hair. My skin. It’s been a long time since I’ve just been held by a man.

  And trust me, I’ve never even come close to being held by a man as sexy as any one of them.

  Now, I’m about to be the plaything of all three.

  Just as I’m basking in the warmth of Lucas’ hard, firm chest behind me, he drops his hands to my knees and forces them apart. Any other set of guys couldn’t get away with it, but I’ve already shown my hand to these three tall drinks of water.

  They know that I want them.

  Need them, even.

  Oliver and Elijah each take one of my legs and hold them open while Lucas’ fingers travel up my thighs and beneath my skirt. He dips into my pussy the same way he stuck his thick, sexy finger into my crème brûlée. Like he’s trying to scoop up enough of my cream to have a taste.

  When he pulls that finger away, a long, glistening strand of my honey connects his fingertip to my pussy. I’m fucking dripping.

  “Mmm. Wet already,” he says. There’s something slightly southern about his voice. That, combined with his relaxed, old money attitude…

  I couldn’t pick a favorite of the three if I wanted to, but Lucas definitely has my full attention right now.

  I can hear him pop his finger into his mouth and suck it clean. He takes his time about it, too, which just about destroys me. Now that my cunt has been touched, it needs more. More, more, more!

  “Do you like it?” I ask, suddenly shy. Why isn’t he touching me again? God...do I taste bad, maybe?

  His arms wrap around me again, lifting me up and tossing me onto Oliver’s lap.

  “You’re a smart girl, Sofie,” Lucas says with a devilish grin. “So stop asking stupid questions.”

  Oliver dips a finger between my pussy lips next. My skirt rides up as he does it, flashing my cunt at Lucas and Elijah for a totally clear view. He has one arm wrapped around my waist, trapping both of my arms at my sides, so I can’t even pull the skirt down to preserve some of my dignity.

  But then I see how hungry Lucas and Eli look as they stare.

  Fuck.

  Dignity, schmignity. It flies right out the fucking window, just like that.

  “God, Sofie,” Oliver growls from behind me, sucking my juices from his own finger. “You put the creme brulee to shame.”

  He tosses me back to Lucas, who takes another taste.

  “I know you were raised in a barn, Luke,” Eli complains, stealing me off Lucas’ lap immediately. “But you know better than to double dip.”

  “Couldn’t help myself,” Lucas chuckles, licking his lips clean as Eli runs a fingertip up and down my slick, hot slit. “And I was raised in a mansion, for the record. Eli just thinks anything south of the Mason-Dixon line means you’re living with the animals.”

  “You’re forgetting, Luke,” Oliver says, reaching across Lucas’ lap for another taste of his own. “We’ve seen you fuck. Just like an animal,” he tells me with a smile. “Easy mistake to make.”

  All three of them have their fingers dipped into my honeypot now, but instead of raising them to their lips, they offer those hot, creamy fingers to me instead.

  God. I’ve never tasted myself before.

  Like, sure, I’ve thought about it. But I’m a good girl! Somewhere deep down anyway.

  There’s something that feels incredibly naughty about tasting my own pussy. Especially since I’ll be licking it off the fingers of three men at once.

  I hesitate, biting my lip.

  But I can feel them all behind me. Watching. Waiting.

  Oliver said that they’ve seen Lucas fuck before, so it’s safe to bet that I’m not the first woman they’ve shared like this. Part of me feels a little uneasy about that. The good girl part of me.

  The part that knows I ought to call this whole thing off right now. Have their driver take me home. Leave with nothing more than a crazy story to tell Chloe and my dignity intact.

  But there’s another, louder part of me. A bad girl part. A part of me that’s controlled by my pussy and my mouth and some primal instinct that’s telling me that I should take these rich, good-looking alpha males for every last drop of cum they’ve got.

  Guess which part wins?

  Good girl Sofie never stood a fucking chance.

  I slide off their laps and kneel before them on the floor of the limo. I can feel the road rumbling beneath me, ever so gently. It’s a smooth ride, and as I stare up at these three incredible men with my best fuck-me eyes, I know it’s about to get a whole lot smoother.

  I lick my cream off their fingers in tortuously long licks, then take them into my mouth all at once.

  “Fuck,” Oliver hisses.

  Eli and Lucas quickly echo that sentiment.

  “You gentlemen have done a lot for me tonight,” I say, popping their fingers out of my mouth. “Why don’t you let me repay you?”

  The faint taste of something sweet and lightly tart lingers on my tongue. Like Honeycrisp apples on the first day of fall. Me, I realize. That’s what I taste like.

  Lucas smirks. “And how do you intend to do that, Sofie?”

  “We’re all ears,” Eli adds.

  Biting my lip again, I flutter my eyelashes just ever so sweetly and smile.

  “I’m going to suck your cocks,” I inform them. “All three of you. At once.”

  They share a look between them, and Bad Girl Sofie glows with pride. I’ve never seen a man unzip his suit pants faster. Let alone three at once.

  This is going to be a wild ride.

  Lucas is in the middle, and when he pulls out his dick, it’s the first that I see. My jaw fucking drops. It’s twelve inches of iron hot man meat, hard and towering with a glistening bead of pre-cum on the tip. At the base, he has a nest of dark blonde hair that shimmers in the light like spun gold.

  So imagine my fucking surprise when Eli pulls his out next.

  It’s crazy enough seeing one 12-inch cock throbbing right before your eyes. Two? I feel like I’ve left the real world and entered the fucking prono-verse, where every dick comes with a pre-selected option to supersize.

  Eli’s pubic hair is luscious and inky black. I want to bury my fucking face in it.

  But it’s Oliver’s that really surprises me. Yet another foot-long premium A-grade cock. They’re a complete set of fulfilled fantasies, all fully erect and ready for me to make them explode.

  I’ve never been with a guy as big as even one of them before. Now, I’m about to take thirty-six inches total, and I’m fucking drooling.

  But I’ve never been with a ginger before either, y’know?

  So when I see the gorgeous red of Oliver’s curls at the base of his cock, well. Let me just be frank: I kind of fucking lose my mind.

  My mouth is plunging down on Oliver’s rock hard man meat so fast that he bucks his hips up to hilt himself in my throat out of surprise.

  Or maybe surprise isn’t the right word. Maybe it’s just instinct.

  My mouth is a warm, wet, willing hole, and Oliver is a man with blood as red as his hair. As I choke myself on that gorgeous, massive dick of his, I can feel his heart pumping his cock full of that blood through the thick, throbbing veins against my tongue.

  I was made to do this. Made to take cock.

  And Oliver was made to give it to me.

  “Fuck, Sofie,” Oliver says. “You’re going to make me—”

  “Not yet she’s not,” Lucas says, grabbing me by my hair and pulling my mouth off of Oliver’s dick. My lips make a gorgeous wet POP! Sound as Lucas positions my lips over his cock instead. “My turn.”

  We share a dirty, knowing smile.

  Then I get to work.

  Lucas is just as big as Oliver, and just as difficult for my throat to accommodate. And believe me—these cocks are so fucking big, I need to use my throat. Especially if I want all of this gorgeous man meat
to fit inside me right now.

  Which I do. I so totally do.

  “Lord, Sofie,” Lucas says, bucking his hips up to meet my mouth as I plunge back down on his shaft. “Where the fuck did you learn to suck cock like this?”

  He pulls me off him, generously passing his fistful of my hair off to Eli. Eli smirks at me while I try and catch my breath.

  “That must be what they’re teaching at Columbia these days,” Eli says.

  I get one good lungful of air in before I’m choking on Eli’s long, thick cock instead.

  “That’s right,” Lucas says conversationally, even though I can feel him pumping his cock just inches away. “That’s what your file at the auction said, didn’t it, Sofie?”

  “Nothing I like better than having a smart girl’s lips wrapped around my dick,” says Eli.

  “Mm. I remember,” Oliver says, as Eli pulls me off his cock, passing me back over. Oliver’s cock is in my mouth in an instant. Huge. Hot. And dangerously hard.

  “Ivy League. Got in on academic merit too, didn’t you? Full ride scholarship. That’s not easy—I know from experience. I’m impressed.”

  It’s kind of weird, knowing that these men know so much about me from my auction info when I know so little about them. But even as I gag on Oliver’s cock, I’m kind of fucking glowing with pride.

  I worked my ass off to get into Columbia, but apart from my high school guidance counselor, no one has ever actually congratulated me on it before.

  “And that resume,” Lucas says, taking my mouth for himself again. He thrusts so deep in my throat, I can practically feel it in my cunt. “Even as an undergrad, you’ve made quite the name for yourself in your field. Imagine my surprise when I saw Sofie Carson on the auction listing…”

  “Not the first time we’ve seen that name,” Eli says, pulling me over to his cock with a laugh. “Or your pretty face, for that matter. We’ve always known that BioKin hires the hottest interns, but when we picked your sweet little ass up, Oliver interrupted an entire fucking board meeting to show us your file.”

  “Wait—what?” I say, pulling my mouth off of Eli’s cock in confusion.

  The boys all share a loaded grin.

  That’s when it hits me.

  Oh, shit.

  I should have known that I recognized their names from before.

  These aren’t just three rich friends who like to triple-team hot young co-eds.

  These men fucking own the best bio tech company in the country.

  The company that I work for.

  BioKin.

  Fuck.

  “I—oh, fuck,” I stammer, slumping down to sit back and take it all in. Eli, Lucas, and Oliver are polite enough to stop working their dicks while I process this, and generous enough to leave them out where I can see that they’re all still hard.

  “I work for you guys.”

  “And you’re great at it,” Oliver says. “Best intern we’ve got right now. I’m head of R&D, I should know.”

  My gaze passes over Oliver’s still-throbbing cock, glazed with my saliva.

  “Is this, uh…y’know. Kosher?” I ask.

  Lucas and Oliver look to Eli. I follow their gaze.

  “Honestly? It’s a PR nightmare. My department,” he explains to me. “Going into this, we didn’t realize that all three of us were the ones bidding on you…”

  “Even though we should have known,” Lucas continues. “Gorgeous, intelligent, a great rack…you’re just our type. As CFO, I certainly don’t mind having you on the payroll.”

  “Look,” Oliver says, “We should have told you before, Sofie, but…well, I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we probably got a little carried away.”

  “Beautiful women tend to do that to men like us,” Lucas says with a charming shrug.

  “If you want out now, you only need to say the word,” Eli tells me. “We’ll drop you off wherever you want. No questions asked, and no hard feelings.”

  “From the looks of things, maybe a few hard feelings,” I muse as my gaze passes over their erections once again.

  They all laugh.

  “We’ll all be jerking off in our respective showers to the memory of this tonight if you want to leave,” Lucas admits. “But a few sets of blue balls isn’t anything compared to your peace of mind, sweetheart.”

  It’s a lot to take in. And not just because I’m staring down the barrels of 36 inches worth of man meat right now.

  But like, fuck. They’ve all been so sweet to me tonight. They’re not pressuring me, they’re not trying to manipulate me, and they’re not even holding their donations to the Fostering Angels Foundation or my job over my head.

  It’s more than Greg ever did, and with that asshole still in the back of my mind, I’m more than ready to forget.

  “I want you,” I admit. God, even just seeing them like this, all sweet and sincere with their cocks out, ready to go home disappointed as long as it makes me feel safe, it’s making that wanting even worse. “All three of you. No matter the consequences.”

  “There won’t be any consequences, Sofie,” Eli reassures me, his fingers wrapping around his cock again.

  “Well…there might be a few,” Oliver admits, doing the same.

  “But they’ll all be enjoyable,” Lucas promises.

  “Just tell us what you want,” Eli says with a smile so handsome and white it could easily make him president.

  I lick my lips and watch them for a second.

  Three billionaires. Handsome, sweet, and hard for me.

  “I want to watch you come,” I say slowly.

  The boys share a look. Eli chuckles. Oliver shrugs.

  “Why do they always ask for that?” Lucas muses. “Well, Sofie—I think for you, we’d be happy to oblige.”

  I don’t know whose eyes to meet as they start jerking themselves off. Three big, meaty cum cannons, all leveled right at my face.

  Pretty soon, they look fucking close, too. I don’t have to say anything or do anything—this is like a VIP show, and I have the only ticket.

  “Wow,” I say beneath my breath. “I don’t know which one of your gorgeous cocks I want to ride first.”

  And that’s before they start to come.

  Have you ever seen video of that geyser at Yellowstone? Hell, maybe you’ve even been there in person. Old Faithful, they call it. Shoots hot, foaming water from deep down in the ground all the way up to 125 feet in the air. It’s like, a natural wonder of the world or something. Google it!

  Then imagine three of those, side by side, shooting off all at once.

  My eyes climb up, up, up as I watch each of the boys open their mouths in orgasmic ecstasy. They blow their loads in quick succession, one after another. So fast, it’s impossible to determine which one of them let loose first.

  And just like that, it’s like my brain goes in slow motion. Like it doesn’t want to miss a single spurt of these three huge cocks launching all that hot billionaire cum.

  I watch as the first three ropes of it launch into the air, blasting off so high that they jingle the little twinkle-star lights hanging down from overhead. There’s no music playing in the limo, but my brain is playing Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy” as, glistening in the light, the second bursts of cum erupt from all three fat, sensitive cockheads. As the third bursts rise up, the first begin to arc downwards…

  And they’re all set to land directly on me. Like, right on top of me. And they do.

  The cum lands on my forehead, my cheeks, my shoulders, and my tits. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, trying to catch it from the air like falling snowflakes. It’s hot when it meets my skin. Slick, salty, and all for me.

  Four spurts. Five. Are you doing the math here? Because it’s actually insane.

  I end up showered in fifteen fucking ropes of warm, delicious cum. It’s dangling from my eyelashes. Dripping between my tits.

  By the time the boys are done with me, I look like Bill Murray in that ectoplasm scene f
rom Ghostbusters.

  “Christ,” Lucas swears, chest heaving. “Don’t you look like a treat.”

  I lick my lips and smile at them…

  Just as the limo pulls up to a halt in front of what must be the building that hosts Oliver’s penthouse.

  Worse: for some fucking reason, there are photographers outside. Through the tinted windows of the limo’s back seat, I can see their cameras flashing already.

  “What the fuck?” I ask, sort of kind of totally panicking. I’m dressed like a total slut right now, which is perfectly supported by the fact that I’m still totally covered in cum. “Guys. Why is the paparazzi here?”

  “Who knows?” Oliver shrugs, zipping up. He doesn’t look worried, which is reassuring to a point. But it’s probably pretty easy to not feel nervous when you’re like, not currently covered in cum. “Sometimes, Beyoncé rents an Airbnb on the floor below me when she’s in town. Could be it.”

  “We end up in the society pages sometimes,” Eli adds, tucking his own cock away. But, seeing my concern, he smiles charmingly and runs his thumb across a stray glob of cum on my cheek. “Don’t worry. We won’t let the big, bad cameramen take any dirty pictures of our girl tonight.”

  Our girl, he calls me.

  His grey eyes sparkle as he offers me his cum-covered thumb to suck. These men have already treated me to one gourmet treat for the night. I’m not the kind of girl to turn down a second.

  I suck it into my mouth eagerly, licking it clean.

  “Though I wouldn’t mind a few photos for my private collection after,” Lucas smirks, refastening his belt. “What can I say? You look good in white.”

  He winks at me as the driver opens the door and the outside world explodes in bursts of camera flash light.

  Lucas goes first, and he’s out immediately. His big, broad shoulders take up the entire opening, shading me from the prying eyes of each camera lens. Then he’s pushing them back in that authoritative, don’t-fuck-with-me fashion that Lucas seems to carry so well, and Oliver is out next to flag down the doorman and get us inside.

  “Ready for this?” Eli asks.

  He shrugs off his suit jacket and holds it protectively over my head. With his arms around me, I feel about as safe as a girl can feel when she’s about to face a gaggle of paparazzi with cum dripping from her forehead to her stomach.