Gregory and I hadn’t had much time to talk on our way here but he told me that the officiant was a friend of the family and had been sworn to secrecy. This ceremony is just for show; no marriage certificate will be signed or filed. Once Gregory gets back to Ambrosia, he’ll figure out what to tell his mom and what to do about a substitute, longer term fake princess.
On our way here is also when Gregory finally found out what my name is. It’s funny how much you can experience with someone without him even knowing your name. I also told him about the situation with my stepmother and my father’s business. I have good credit so maybe I could get a loan and by her out of her part of the business and then I’ll be free of her.
When it comes time to say our vows, Gregory surprises me by saying he wrote his own.
“I never thought I’d meet my bride in Denver of all places,” he says, but then, he meets his mom’s eyes and clears his throat. “I mean, that I’d be marrying you here.”
Oh yeah, I think. Meredith is from Denver but he met her in Florida. No wonder his mom probably looked confused or suspicious.
“But life has a way of bringing two people together who are meant to be,” he says. “You are my fate, my destiny, the most real and genuine person I’ve ever met, and I’m so happy to be marrying you today.”
“Awww,” the guests say, and Gregory leans over to kiss me.
“Tsk tsk,” says the officiant, looking confused. I’m sure he’s wondering how those were such heartfelt vows if this is a fake wedding. He must think we’re really overdoing it. “Wait until I say you may kiss the bride.”
“Sorry,” Gregory says. “Just a little bit over eager.”
“And now you may repeat these vows back after I say them,” the officiant says, to me. “Unless you’ve also chosen to write your own.”
“Yes,” I say, surprising Gregory, my wedding party, and myself. I am not usually much for public speaking and I have crowd phobia and social anxiety. I’d usually rather be curled up at home with a book than saying anything at all in front of people. But I was touched by what he’d said, and wanted to return the gesture.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the day I met you,” I say, winking, since it was last night. But I mean every word of it. “I’m completely spellbound and captivated by you. It’s like magic. I’m honored to be standing up here with you today, and I look forward to whatever our future holds.”
Now the wedding guests begin cheering and the officiant says, “Okay, you may kiss the bride.”
Gregory kisses me deeply, but I can tell he’s restraining himself. He wants to do more, soon. And so do I.
“By the power invested in me by the state of Denver…”
The officiant hesitates here, obviously wondering if he could get in trouble for performing this part of the fake wedding ceremony.
“Well, you’re husband and wife, he says. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Prince Gregory and Princess Meredith Carrington.”
Everyone cheers and claps. It’s not real, and it’s not even my name, but I don’t care. I feel great. It must be contagious because as we walk down the aisle Gregory holds our hands straight up into the air and shouts, “Yeah, we did it! We tied the knot,” as if he thinks it was real.
The wedding guests blow bubbles at us as we head towards a small gazebo where champagne is set up for the guests. Due to the extravagant party last night, there’s no reception.
Soon our wedding party joins us and a servant brings us champagne on trays. So far I’m really liking this whole being a fake princess thing.
“Cheers, to the prince and princess,” Nikki says.
Aunt Ashley gives me a hug. “I love you so much,” she says.
“I love you too.”
We all down our drinks after everyone toasts.
“So is there an after-wedding party or something?” Sharon asks. “Or no?”
“You guys are welcome to hang out in the Ballroom or the bar at our expense,” Gregory says. But I need to take my princess somewhere private. We just got married and I’m in a hurry to do everything that entails.”
He looks at me and swings me around, as we do our own little wedding day dance.
“Let’s go,” he tells me. “Our time together is short and I want to spend every second of it that I can devouring you.”
“Woah woah woah,” says Aunt Ashley, pretending to cover her ears. “We get your drift. Go get your room, you two.”
“Bye guys,” I say, blowing them kisses, as Gregory leads me to what I’ve been looking forward to the most: our room at the resort, where I’ll no longer be a virgin, for real.
Chapter 16 – Ella
As soon as we get to Gregory’s room at the resort, or get to their, he picks me up and carries me across the threshold.
“Wow, I really do get the whole royal wedding treatment,” I tell him, laughing.
The room is huge and lugs are luxurious. But I really wouldn’t expect anything else. I’m thinking he’ll throw me down on the bed but instead he carries me out onto a balcony.
“Thank you for marrying me,” he says grabbing a hold of me and kissing me.
“Thank you for asking me,” I say. We stare deep into each other’s eyes and I try not to find it significant that there is no mention of the word fake when we talk about marriage and his proposal.
It’s probably just getting old by now and we already know the joke, I think.
He stands behind me and wraps his arms strong arms around me. He begins kissing my neck and unzipping the back of my dress.
“You looked absolutely beautiful today,” he told me. “And I’m not just saying that because I appreciate you doing me the favor. You were stunning. It felt… So real.”
With that, my dress falls off of me and he glances down at my naked body, except for my panties and those infamous shoes.
“I’m so glad you came and found me,” I told him.
“I couldn’t let you get away,” he says. “You’re my princess.”
He takes my ass in his hands and squeezes it.
“I want to take your virginity,” he tells me. “Right here. Outside.”
“Seriously?” I ask, laughing. “I mean I know this is a pretty private balcony in our own private suite but can people see us?”
“I don’t think so,” he says, “but that’s part of the fun, thinking that maybe they can, right?”
“I suppose so,” I say, laughing. But my skin is tingling from the excitement.
He takes off his pants but first he retrieves a condom from his pocket.
“You know, Ambrosia is right on the Baltic Sea,” he tells me. “We have beautiful beaches and you’ve never had sex on the beach until you’ve had sex on the beach of the Baltic Sea.”
“Well I’ve never had sex on the beach at all,” I laugh. “Or any kind of sex at all, as you know.”
“I’m just saying,” he says, as he presses up against me, his cock hard and ready. “Just pretend we’re on the beach having outdoor sex and then it will be even more exciting.”
“I don’t need to pretend anything,” I tell him. “I’m done pretending. I just want to enjoy my very first time having sex for real.”
“Of course,” he says, cupping my breasts in his hands, looking down at them and kissing my neck again. “I’m ready to enjoy this, but let me know if I’m too rough okay?”
“Okay,” I tell him although I don’t think that’ll be a problem.
As I lean back into his strong chest I know that one of the things I love about him is that he doesn’t hold back. Oops I just thought the word “love.” How silly of me.
He spreads my ass cheeks open wide and then moves my panties over to the side. Then he spreads the lips of my pussy, getting a full view of every inch of me before pressing the head of his cock up against my pussy.
Using his hips he pushes me forward a bit so that I’m holding onto the railing of the balcony. He spreads my legs a bit wider and says, “Hold
on tight because I want you to take a wild ride on my cock.”
I feel the tip enter me and then his entire head and he slides right in me, just as snug and perfect as my foot in my own shoe when he came looking for me. “You’re so wet,” he tells me at the same time as I’m telling him, “You’re so big.”
I don’t even think it can fit any further inside me but he pushes it even further in, and I feel a small pop inside. No wonder they call it popping a cherry, I think. He pulls my hips back so that he can get all the way inside me, filling me up until I’m stuffed full of his cock.
“Are you okay?” he says in a raspy voice.
“Yes,” I tell him, enjoying it just as much as I can tell he is. He reaches forward and rubs my clit while thrusting in and out of me. This reminds me of what he did to me under the table last night.
I completely lose control, wiggling my hips and joining his rhythm in and out, in and out as I begin to moan low and deep, saying, “Gregory, this feels so fucking good,” and he groans as he pumps harder.
“I’m coming,” I tell him. “This feels so good. This is the best feeling ever.”
“Come on my cock. Come all over it,” he says and I do.
I come for him just like he wants and just like I want. When I’m done coming I think it’s his turn but he picks me up and swings me around. He puts my ass on the balcony railing and I wrap my legs around him so that my heels are up against his ass.
“Yes,” he says, licking my nipple softly, gently and then sucking on it harder as he continues to fuck me.
“Oh, my God,” I gasp, trying hard to be quiet so our neighbors don’t hear us. “This feels so good.”
He twists a nipple with one hand while sucking on the other one with his mouth. I come all over again, letting my juices gush out onto his big cock that I look down and see him pushing in and pulling out, pushing in and pulling out.
“Get ready because we’re moving,” he says and carries me into the room.
I really didn’t think it could get any better but he takes me into the bathroom. He removes my heels and panties so that I’m completely naked now.
He begins running water into the jacuzzi from handheld faucet.
“Are you ready to feel amazing?” he says, spreading my legs open wide so he has a full view of my pussy, and letting the water hit it all over.
“I’ve already felt amazing,” I tell him, “But yes.”
“Mmmm,” I moan, already ready to go again, the rippling sensations crashing all over my sensitive nerve endings.
The water splishes and splashes on my body as he begins to touch his own cock and it makes a slip, slap, slop sound.
Now the sex sounds are coming from my lover and me, I think, trying not to giggle. And it’s so much hotter. Take that, Sheila.
“Touch yourself,” Gregory commands as he continues to spray me with the water while touching his own cock. “I want to watch you come.”
I do it, my hand making the same motions his had been, but aided by the pressure of the water hitting my hand and my pussy hole. My head is back, my mouth is gaping open and I’m calling out his name since we no longer have to worry about being overheard by other rooms or people outside.
“God Gregory, Gregory, Gregory!”
I say, as I come for him, lifting up my hips and spreading my pussy open wide so he can see all of it.
“Yes my princess,” he says, jerking himself off with one hand as I come all over the water he’s squirting on me with his other hand.
As he picks me up and finally carries me to the bed, I’m beginning to accept the fact that I might really believe in fairytales. Or at least wet dreams come true.
Chapter 17 – Gregory
I spread my princess out on the bed so I can have a perfect view of her pulsating engorged clit and quivering pussy. I kiss my way down her beautiful body. Her ample bosom, her cute little tummy, and her delicious pussy.
As I begin sucking on it she moans, coming again already for me.
“Oh my God Gregory you make me come so much I didn’t even know such a thing was possible.”
What I didn’t even know was possible was to feel so emotionally close to someone while having sex with them, I think. but I just don’t know how to tell her that yet. I don’t want to creep her out.
I don’t know what’s come over me but she was right about what she said in her wedding vows. It’s like some kind of magic spell.
I suck her clit, with her juices running out into my mouth. She squirms, holding on to my hair, making me lick her faster, stronger until she’s shaking underneath me and all she can say is “Oh God oh God oh God.”
I put on a new condom and slip back inside her. It feels so good and warm here that I’m afraid I’m going to lose control.
In the missionary position, I feel super close to her. I look down and run my hands through her messy hair, still wet from the Jacuzzi water. I smell her fresh outdoor scent from when I just banged her out on the balcony.
She wraps her bare feet around me now and I love that they’re different sizes. I love everything about her and even her imperfections are perfect. I let myself surrender, growing fully hard and erect again, pumping in and out, feeling myself dangerously on the verge of coming.
I move my mouth down to suck on her nipples again, hoping I can give her a couple more orgasms before I let myself go. But as I feel her pussy tightening an shaking as she comes, I know I need to join her.
I have no choice but to let loose at the same time she does, grunting under my breath, saying, “Oh my God Ella, this feels amazing.”
“This was perfect,” she says. “I love it.”
“I love you,” I say, as I finish the orgasm.
Holy fuck, I think. What did I just say? But I’d feel like an ass taking it back and I don’t even really want to take it back because it’s the most true thing I’ve ever said in my entire life.
“I love you too,” she says, holding onto me and hugging me tight. “It doesn’t even make sense but I do.”
“I know,” I tell her. “But it also does make sense. I feel like were meant for each other. You could help me with my…”
“Father passing soon?” she asks, seeming to know that I don’t want to say it out loud.
“Yeah,” I say. “That probably sounds bad. I didn’t mean for it to sound like because you’ve been through so many bad things I was going to use you to…”
“No, it’s fine,” she says. “I know what you mean, my love. My prince.”
She wraps her legs around me as we collapse together on the bed, both out of breath some still. I know we’re each thinking, how can this work out? Or at least I know I am and it seems as if she is as well.
Finally, I decide to take the plunge.
“You know,” I tell her. “I told you about the plan of getting a more permanent fake bride to play the role in Ambrosia. But can’t you just play that role?”
She half smiles. I’m afraid she’s thinking what if we don’t work out? The whole kingdom will definitely know then and divorce is not acceptable in the royal family. It could certainly be a hitch to this plan.
But instead she says, “Gregory, I would really love to, seriously. I have a pretty shitty life here other than my friends and my aunt and I would love to escape it and I would love to go with you. But I have to worry about my dad’s business. I have to be able to buy my stepmother out so she doesn’t ruin it for him.”
“Well,” I say, “I think I have a solution for that.”
She gazes up at me hopefully. “You and your solutions.”
“My family would pay a pretty penny to anyone willing to play pretend Princess,” I tell her. “If we don’t do this my mom is going to find out that I didn’t really marry Meredith and she’ll be grateful that I saved the day on the day of the wedding but she’s gonna want me to save the entire rest of my life somehow to, no matter how much it costs. Therefore, money isn’t really a concern if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“It feels so… yuck,” she says, “to think that you’re buying me like a mail-order bride or something.”
“Well it’s just a practical solution so that you’re able to keep your dad’s business and get away from your wicked stepmother,” I tell her. “But excuse me for trying to wave my magic wand and make everything better.”
“I see your point,” she says, smiling. “And I could hire employees to run it while I oversee it from afar because it is not really my thing anyway.”
“You’d rather write fairytales while you live one yourself,” I say and she looks up at me and says, “How do you know that?”
“I don’t know. I just feel like it’s magic. Like I’ve known you in some other life or something, as if I know everything about you.”
She lifts her head up and kisses my cheek.
“Do you really think it could work?” she says.
“Not without one more thing,” I tell her.
“What’s that?” she says. “Since you have everything all figured out you seem to be the prince of planning.”
“Yeah, well I need to do this still.”
I get down on my knees and take her hand in mine.
“Pretend Princess Ella Carrington, will you be my real girlfriend?” I ask her.
“I sure will,” she says, jumping down into my arms so that I can kiss her, which makes me hard all over again. “That’s a good thing to have planned out. That asking me to be your girlfriend thing.”
It’s also a good thing this is our wedding night and that she doesn’t have to rush off this time. Because I want to continue fucking her all night long. And I have a feeling that the desire is mutual.
Epilogue
Ella
It’s Monday— my day to get the fuck out of Dodge. Or Denver. Same difference.
I storm into my house— make that my old house— and my stepmother and stepsisters come running out to see me.
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