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

by Natalie Knight

  I slide my cock out and I just can’t fight it anymore. I curl my fingers around my throbbing shaft, and I’m ready to start stroking myself into oblivion when I hear her whisper. I focus, trying to hear what she’s saying, and then a grin takes over my lips as I finally manage to make out her words.

  “More…” she’s saying, “I need more.”

  Very well then.

  One last effort.

  Holding her by the hips, I grab my cock with one hand, ready to push it against her pussy, but then a thought crosses my mind.

  I let go of my cock and lean into her.

  She sighs as she realizes what I’m about to do…and then I just do it.

  I dive into her once more, my hands on her ass cheeks, and I slide my tongue up the length of her pussy, and then I do the same in a downward line. On the way back up, I make one final stop on her clit; instead of going, I just push my tongue against her clit, making it dance there.

  She squirms as I begin licking her, and I do it as if I’m a man possessed. I savor her like I never did before, and I do it until I just can’t control myself anymore; I pull back, grab my cock, and go for it.

  Pushing my cock against her sweet little pussy, I slide my shaft inside it. She’s so fucking tight that my insides clench, a wildfire raging inside my head.

  By the time my whole cock is inside of her, I can barely think straight. I just start rocking my hips unconsciously, my eyes closed as I succumb to a whirlwind of electric ecstasy.

  Time passes by without leaving a trace, and I don’t even know how much time has gone by since I started fucking her tight pussy.

  We’re both covered in sweat, and I know that my time is coming. I’m on the verge of drowning in pleasure, and this time there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop it. This time I’ll be consumed by ecstasy and, fuck it, it’s about time.

  The moment I feel her pussy gripping my cock like a fucking vice, there’s no stopping me. My cock starts pulsing violently and I spray her insides with a vengeance. She comes at the same time, somehow managing to scream as if her throat wasn’t exhausted from the effort. She really doesn’t know any limitations.

  She’s still screaming out when I take my cock out of her pussy. I grab it as a fountain of cum gushes onto her back. I can’t take my eyes off of her body as my cum covers every single inch of her skin, dripping down her sides and making the sheets sticky.

  Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I stroke myself, long strands of my white juices shooting from my cock and onto her. She rolls on her back to face me and, the moment she does it, I hit her straight in the face with my cum. She just grins and opens her mouth wide, and I take aim, filling her mouth up to the brim.

  My heart is racing like a motherfucker as I see my own cum dripping down her chin, her mouth so full that she simply can’t hold it all inside her mouth. I keep on exploding like a fucking geyser until there’s not a single drop of cum inside of me, and only then do I let go of my cock.

  “Fuck,” I breathe out, still unblinking; I just can’t take my eyes off of her. She’s completely covered in white, her skin glistening as my juices reflect the dim lights in the room. I lean into her, still breathing hard, and just lay my lips against her cheek.

  “I don’t know what you’ve done to me…” I say, looking into her smart eyes as I roll to my back and stare at the ceiling. “But that was fucking impressive.”

  She looks so fucking sweet right now, still glowing from the pleasure racing through her veins. From the moment our eyes met the first time, I knew I was in for something special…but this is better than what I’ve imagined.

  Stacy is different. She’s better than all the other women I’ve had.

  Fuck, Percy doesn’t deserve her.

  Nolan

  I grind my teeth as I drive up to the family mansion, dreading what I might find.

  Percy will be here for the reading of our father’s will. He'll be scheming to get his hands on all the money, no fucking doubt about it.

  He's already blackmailed me for the gambling losses I suffered in Vegas.

  Some brother, right?

  Well, at least we aren’t blood-related. I’m his stepbrother from our father's second marriage. I tried to be friends with Percy when we were younger but he was always a malicious little shit.

  Frankly, I don't have time or patience to deal with him.

  I'm a real estate investor and I've got fucking work to do. I just want to swing by the house and pay my respects to our father, and then I'm gone. But that motherfucker Percy has me delivering some files so he can blackmail somebody else...the family lawyer this time.

  I know the son-of-a-bitch is doing everything he can to get sole ownership of our father's business empire. It's pathetic, really—his only motivation in life is money.

  I peel down the driveway like I have more important shit to do, which is true. I want to get in and get out. I park and climb out of my car, walking toward the mansion where we all grew up…a mansion that now feels empty without our father.

  When I heard the news, it left me gutted…and now I see things falling apart around us.

  Percy's waiting for me as I step in the door.

  It obviously has no effect of any kind on Percy’s emotional level, though.

  "There you are, Nolan.” He gives me a smarmy grin, and I want nothing more than to sucker punch fucking face. “Finally. I've been waiting for hours."

  "Well, those papers weren't easy to get hold of. You'd think you would know with as many people as you’re blackmailing."

  Percy glances around the foyer. "Shut up, Nolan. You know nothing about my life. You better keep quiet, or I’ll fucking ruin you, too."

  He's a real asshole, my brother, and he always acts like this. I wish I could get out from under his thumb, but things are…complicated. I walk through the house and step into the meticulously landscaped backyard.

  The infinity pool cascades to the edge of the property and the view of mountains and ocean is just incredible. I just can't believe John isn’t here, and that I will never see him again.

  He was the only father I’ve ever known.

  Percy interrupts my silent remembrance.

  "You know, you still aren’t free. I have more assignments for you."

  "Shut the fuck up, Percy." I'm just about sick of his shit. Besides, with my 6'5 frame of pure muscle, I could wipe him out in half a second. "I don't know how long you expect me to put up with this, but it better end soon."

  He cowers from me—as he should. He’s always been scared of me, and now’s no exception.

  All he has over me is money, and as soon as I find out how to make that problem go away, I will get back at Percy for this.

  Mark my words.

  That's when I see her step out onto the balcony. She’s a slender, blonde goddess with piercing blue eyes. Her hair whips around her head as the wind comes off of the ocean waves in the distance.

  "Who’s that?" I ask Percy, mesmerized.

  "Who?" He turns and sees her standing there. From our vantage point we can see her but she can't see us. "Oh, her. My wife, Stacy."

  I laugh. And then I see that he’s serious.

  "You have a fucking wife, Percy? That’s ridiculous. I see what you're up to. She is part of your plan, right? To win Father's fortune?"

  It's all making sense, but I can't tear my eyes away from the beautiful girl on the balcony. My cock is getting hard just watching her and knowing she can't see me. She stares off into the distance as though she's looking for an answer out there, in the wild mountains beyond the property.

  What’s she doing here? I want to claim her for myself but…something about the way she’s dressed reveals that she's been freshly fucked. Maybe it's the way her hair is all tangled. Maybe it's the little barely-there slip she's wearing that slides off her shoulder. Or maybe it's the glow.

  She has the glow of a woman who’s just been satisfyingly and thoroughly fucked. It sure as shit wasn't Per
cy that put that glow on her face, so then who?

  "Forget about her," Percy says. "She’s none of your concern."

  Yeah fucking right. How could I ever forget her? She’s burned into my memory, and I'm already dying to strip away what's left of her outfit and claim her right there on the balcony.

  In fact, I'm on my way up to do just that when Percy stops me. He grabs my arm but I yank it away.

  "What the fuck?"

  "I'm not done with you yet,” he hisses. “Just because you gave me these papers, don’t think you’re free. I have another assignment for you, Nolan, and I need it done right. You can’t fuck this one up."

  This motherfucker is starting to get on my nerves. I have a half a mind to punch him into oblivion and then toss Stacy over my shoulder and make my way up to her room, but I think better of it. Percy truly does have a way to ruin me, and I need to tread lightly for the time being.

  I have no fucking clue what he’s got on her to make her go along with whatever diabolical plan he’s concocted this time. I will find out though. Just not yet. Right now I’m still under this asshole’s thumb until I’m able to shake him.

  Tearing my gaze from Stacy, I turn back to Percy with a sigh.

  "Fine. Tell me what the fuck you want this time."

  Stacy

  The library in this place is incredible.

  I'm starting to get used to this mansion lifestyle. There's an ocean and mountain view from outside my window, a gourmet kitchen, theater, and let me just come right out and say it: there are gorgeous men to fuck.

  I don't even have to leave this castle. They come to me.

  I thought Kieran was the hottest thing I've ever seen, but then I met Carter. He fucked me so well that I slept like a baby and forgot all about wanting to fix my Percy problem.

  Anyway, if I'm going to be confined to this palace I might as well catch up on my reading, and this place is stocked with all the classics, from Dickens to Thoreau, and new reads, too.

  I'm reading Wuthering Heights at the moment imagining that my Heathcliff will come and save me. I know Carter and Kieran are sleeping here too, somewhere. I wish one of them would find me in here and make me come hard as I’m bent over the leather couch I'm currently nestled up in.

  Carter is fucking hot but I still haven't experienced Kieran. With his blonde hair, blue eyes, and laid-back vibe, I think we could make some real magic happen.

  Mind wanders to some truly naughty places as I imagine fucking both of them at once. Carter's licking my clit while Kieran claims me from behind. There are cocks everywhere, for every hole.

  I’ve never imagined something like this before, but I’ve never been confronted with the insanely hot sex appeal that radiates from both of them. The idea of being double stuffed is so crazy hot that I pull my dress up and my panties down, tossing them to the side. Then I begin to touch myself right here in the library.

  I don't care who walks in.

  Maybe it'll be my fake husband Percy, and he'll know that even though he's trying to ruin my life I can be happy anywhere, even here in this luxurious prison.

  I slide my fingers inside my pussy and the juices are already flowing. Gushing, really. I'm moaning loudly, and I spread out my legs, biting on my bottom lip as I feel electric shocks race up my spine.

  Who doesn't get aroused by Heathcliff and his brooding personality? I’m already on an erotic edge and this just pushes me over it.

  I hear people coming and quickly close my legs, pretending to have been absorbed in the book all along.

  Percy's evil face peeks around the doorframe. Ugh, it was him. I should have just kept on going.

  "There you are," he says. "I've been looking for you everywhere. I have someone I'd like you to meet."

  Just then the most gorgeous, penetrating green eyes stare at me from behind Percy, raking over my body in a way that makes me feel like he’s imagining all kinds of filthy things he could do to me. Oh my God, he’s so fucking hot. What’s up with this house? It's like a place where the sexiest men on the planet converge. Percy excluded.

  "Let me guess," I say. "It's your brother."

  "I'm Nolan." He steps forward and I take in his built body. He’s all muscles, height, and chiseled good looks. His sandy colored hair is slightly messy on top and his tan skin makes him look like he’s just been hit by sunlight.

  I long to graze my lips over every contour and line of his body. Like, I seriously want to lick this guy.

  Yum.

  I stand and approach them while he continues to check me out from top to bottom, not even bothering to hide it. My gaze drops to his hips, and holy fucking shit. The guy is huge. What is with the men in this family?

  "I'm Stacy," I manage to say, but it comes out in more of a gasp because the sudden gush of wetness between my legs has nowhere to go but down. I didn’t have time to grab my panties when Percy showed up.

  His eyes peruse everything from my unkempt hair to my blue eyes, to the thin dress I'm wearing and how it barely covers my ass. Fuck, he’s going to know I don’t have panties on soon at this rate because my juices are going to run right down my thighs.

  Percy fake coughs.

  I snap back to what’s going on, pushing thoughts of my missing panties away and add quickly, "I’m Percy's wife and—surprise—I'm pregnant."

  Honestly, none of them could be buying this phony story. I'm not even sure why Percy's aiming to keep up this charade. His brothers see right through it, as evidenced by the fantastic fuck I had with Carter just yesterday.

  "Stacy."

  The way Nolan says my name makes me shiver with desire. I feel my nipples harden against my bra. They're aching to be free and for him to suck on them.

  I immediately add him to my little fantasy I was just getting off to. I could get fucked by all three brothers here in this mansion. Um, yes please!

  Then I would surely forget about Percy. He's a distant memory already as I just stand here taking in the awesomeness that is Nolan as he towers above me.

  "I have to go," Percy says, though I barely hear him. "I have some important matters to attend to, but Nolan here is going to watch you. Don't even think about leaving, Stacy, because he’s not gonna budge."

  "Fine, fine, whatever,” I tell him dismissively. “Just go then."

  He turns to Nolan. “And you—stop looking at my pregnant wife like that, you sick fuck.”

  Finally, he turns and leaves, and then it's just me and my newest fantasy, Nolan.

  "Hi," I stammer, my ears roaring as the blood rushes from my brain straight down to my pulsing pussy. "So, you're really related to Percy, huh?"

  God, that’s the best I’ve got?

  "Not by blood," he says, his tone all deep and rumbly. I feel it all the way in my clit. "That part should be obvious."

  "Oh, trust me, it is." I run the tip of my tongue between my lips, imagining what it might feel like to kiss him. "So, you're my prison guard now?"

  His eyes close in on me. "If that's what you'd like to call it." There’s no pretense here. He knows there’s nothing between Percy and me, that our marriage is a total sham.

  Being held captive by this incredibly muscular, attractive man is so not a bad thing. Not at all. I almost want to sink to my knees and start sucking his cock right now in appreciation of his pure maleness.

  "And you grew up here?" I’m so ready to dispense with the small talk.

  "I did, for a while. I'm John's stepson by his second marriage, so I spent some of my childhood here. It's not the same without him."

  "I'm really sorry to hear about his death," I say earnestly. Death is always a messy subject and I don’t know what to say, but I know that I want to say something.

  "It's okay. Really."

  "So, Percy has you holding me captive then. Why are you doing it? Why don't you just let me go?"

  He looks at me intently, and I feel nervous butterflies rise in the pit of my stomach. "Do you want to go?"

  I don't answer, and thank
fully we're interrupted by Kieran.

  He slips into the library and my desire is off the charts. Oh fuck. My fantasy come to life. These two handsome guys size each other up, obviously posturing as they see who might win my attention.

  God, if this is what it’s like in my new prison, sign me up for life with no parole.

  Kieran

  I walk into the library of the main house expecting to find it empty, but instead I’m confronted by Stacy...and Nolan.

  Nolan isn’t my favorite guy in the world right now, and that’s because he's been working with Percy to secure our father's money. I'm not sure if they have some kind of plan to split the funds or what the deal is. Usually, Nolan is very outspoken about his dislike for Percy but now he's doing his dirty work.

  So finding him here alone with Stacy makes me pretty fucking pissed.

  I want to find out why he’s here but right now my eyes are set on Stacy. She looks totally fuckable, standing in the light of the sun that's streaming through the high windows. Her hair looks like spun gold and I want to curl my fingers in to it while I fuck her into oblivion.

  I haven't been able to stop thinking about her.

  She's Percy's pawn, I know it, and yet I want to control her, too. Sure, it’s so wrong and I would never want to hurt her, but I can’t help it—I want to make her my personal sex slave. He's got her locked up here, obviously under Nolan's watch, and it's my mission to make life for her as comfortable as possible.

  Namely with my cock 10 inches deep into her pussy, which I imagine is so tight and wet, just waiting for me to enter it.

  "Kieran," she says, breathing out my name in a way that sends a rush of blood straight to my cock.

  "Oh, hey, Stacy. It’s a pleasure to see you again. But I need to ask – what you are doing with this asshole?"

  Nolan steps up to defend himself. We’re about the same height and build, which is fucking unfortunate since it probably means I won’t be able to take him down by myself.

  Percy is easy to threaten.

  Nolan, not so much.

  "You better watch your words,” Nolan tells me, his voice turning into a growl. “You have no idea what's going on here. If you only knew, you’d thank me."