Prince's Secret Baby

by Riley Rollins

  He holds me close, his hands wandering down to my ass, pulling my body close to his. I feel his hard cock press up against my belly, and I feel a surge of need. That thing has been out of me for nearly fifteen minutes now, which is fifteen minutes too long.

  "I want to take you," he says, "completely."

  I know exactly what he wants, and I want it too.

  "Babe," I say. "I want—no, I need— my prince to take me… all of me."

  I turn around and wiggle my butt up against him, feeling the hot, comforting stream of water splash against my bare chest. I feel his cock growing.

  "Just be gentle," I say.

  "I would never be anything but." He cups both my breasts in his hands from behind and he nuzzles my neck. I turn my head and kiss him as he stands behind me.

  He pulls away, then wraps his hand around my hair. He pushes my head down forcefully, simultaneously pulling my hips toward him, forcing me to bend over for him. I love every second of it. I reach around behind me, grabbing myself, opening myself up to him.

  I feel the tip of his engorged cock press again my tight entrance.

  "Push back," he says, and I do.

  The tip of his cock stretches my tight hole, and I feel it start to slip inside. I gasp at the new feeling. This isn't something I've done before.

  He wraps his fingers around my hips and gently pulls me back into him, and I feel his length slip deeper and deeper inside me, a completely taboo and forbidden experience.

  Finally, my ass presses up against his hips, telling me that he's in me all the way up to the hilt.

  I've never felt so full in my life. It hurts, but he thrusts in and out slowly, and I feel my muscles loosening up. There's something really hot about this, and I start to press back against him harder and harder, wanting to take him as hard and fast as he can give it to me.

  He pushes me down to the floor, and I get on my hands and knees for him. He bends down with me, making sure his hard cock never slips out of me.

  I'm in complete awe of the new feelings I'm having. Inside me, it feels like his cock is completely filling me, and somehow my g-spot is being stimulated. I think I might actually be able to get off from this.

  "Fuck," he says, panting and thrusting harder. "Fuck me back. Fuck me back, princess."

  I force myself back against him, savoring every thrust. I feel like I might be split open, and I love the feeling of tension I get every time he slips back inside me.

  He reaches around to my face, pressing two fingers into my mouth. Fuck. I can't help myself, I just start to suck them. I wish there were some way to have his cock inside all my holes at the same time, because I think that might be the only thing that could truly satisfy me right now.

  I press one hand against my clit and start rubbing furiously. Now I'm being stimulated in so many ways. It's almost overwhelming, but my body is responding, begging for more. When I cum, which is gonna be soon, I feel like I'm going to absolutely explode.

  "Darling," he says from behind, grunting as he thrusts in and out of me, "Tell me how bad you want your prince to fill your ass with his royal cum."

  "Babe," I say, "I've never wanted anything more in my life. Fill me up," I plead.

  With another mighty thrust and a guttural groan, I feel his cock start to pulse inside me for the second time tonight, deep in untouched places. Holy shit. I rub my clit furiously, and just as I feel the pulsing of his cock start to subside, my second orgasm overtakes me.

  "Fuck!" I cry out, feeling my slit contracting and spasming. Nikolai groans. My ass is squeezing his cock hard, forcing out every last drop deep inside me. I can't get enough.

  Finally spent and exhausted, he withdraws from me.

  God, that felt so amazing.

  He really is a dirty prince.

  We stand up, and he holds me close. "Fuck," he says, "I've never felt anything like that before."

  "Was I tight?"

  "Darling, you have no idea."

  "Good," I say with a smirk, throwing my arms around his neck. "I want you to keep coming back for more."

  He looks into my eyes, holding me close, the steam curling in the air around us. "I will always come back to you. I can't get enough."

  We finish our shower, washing each other clean. But by the time we're done, I reach down to cop another feel of his cock, and I feel that it's stiffening again.

  "Oh my god," I say. "You're getting hard again?"

  He shrugs, grinning. "Royal genes."

  "God, you're dirty," I say. I spit on my hand, grab his cock, and start jerking. My spit mixed with the water makes an incredibly slippery lube, and my hand glides easily over his manhood. One hand is around his shoulder and the other hand works his cock. I want him to feel like the manliest man in the world.

  "Let's drain those balls," I say. "Cum for me, baby. Do it."

  He groans, responding to my words. He explodes much faster this time, and finally, I know he's satisfied.

  "Fuck," he says, "You're amazing."

  I kiss him on the lips. "I can't wait for more."

  12

  After the elections and reforms, North Molvania flourishes. The borders open up for outside tourism, and the tourist lottery system is eliminated. For the first time, the country welcomes all visitors with open arms.

  The government starts a new series of programs aimed at modernizing the cities and villages, bringing them up to par with the capital city. At last, the country's wealth of natural resources is used for the good of all the people, not just for lining the pockets of the ruling family.

  The work camps in the south of the country are eliminated. Thousands of political prisoners are freed and allowed to return to their homes, and the hard criminals are transferred to modern and humane jails.

  On the one-month anniversary of Freedom Day, Nikolai proposes to me over breakfast. We're eating scones and drinking freshly juiced orange juice from the orange grove near the Great Lawn, when he gets on one knee and pulls out a ring.

  I accept, tears in my eyes.

  Technically, that means when Nikolai and I get married, I'll be the First Lady since he's a president now and no longer a prince. I look forward to it, but I still prefer to think of myself as a princess. I always wanted to be one.

  "It's titanium," he says, "mined from the very earth we walk upon." Embedded in it is one of the biggest diamonds I've ever seen. There are definitely some perks to marrying a prince—oh, wait—a president.

  Ashley flies into the country from the United States and finally gets a proper tour. Back home, she met a really great guy, a doctor at one of L.A.'s most prestigious hospitals. I'm so happy to meet him, and ecstatic for them when she announces that they're pregnant.

  "Send us the wish list for your baby shower," I tell her. Although Nikolai is on a fixed salary now that he's no longer a dictator, mining operations in the country are booming and there's plenty of money to go around. Plenty of money to give a nice boost to one of my oldest friends. And plenty of money to pay off my student loans forever.

  The FBI takes a renewed interest in me, but this time it's not because I'm in trouble. Instead, they want me to act as a liaison between the United States and North Molvania, and I'm more than happy to accept. It'll mean a lot of long plane rides back and forth, but there's a possibility of an official ambassador position in the near future, and I think that would be an amazing next step for my career.

  Meanwhile, I'm just so excited that we've made such a big difference for the people of this country. They were held down for far too long. They deserve happiness and opportunity, and they're finally getting it.

  Josh is getting bigger now, and he's starting to talk. One of his first words was "princess," which he picked up from Nikolai. It's his new pet name for me.

  I'm so excited to see what kind of person Josh grows up to be. I know that Nikolai is going to make a great father, and we're going to do the best we can to raise our son to be a good man. To prepare him to lead North Molvania even fur
ther into the future when his time comes.

  As for Nikolai and I, we're planning our wedding, and it's going to be a huge international affair. Heads of states from dozens of countries have already RSVP'd, and our biggest problem will probably be keeping the paparazzi at bay. Most recently, we got word that the prince and princess of the United Kingdom will be in attendance, and that they want to take us on a double date before our honeymoon. I'm gonna have to brush up on my etiquette.

  We also have a second little surprise on the way. I can't wait to see Nikolai's face when I tell him.

  The circumstances that led to me meeting Nikolai were absolutely crazy. I never believed in fate, but he changed my mind. That's because I don't know how this could've happened any other way. We must have been fated to meet one another and to lead this country out of the darkness.

  Life is sometimes truly stranger than fiction.

  My days now are filled with meetings with foreign dignitaries, as well as raising Josh. At first I thought it would be impossible to be a good first lady and a good mother at the same time, but I'm getting better with practice. I still manage to read to him every night, even after long days spent in negotiations with foreign ambassadors.

  Nikolai and I have never been better—including our sex life. I've never been pleasured the way he pleasures me, and I don't think there's another person on the planet who could do me better. We have an incredible natural chemistry, and I'm so thankful that I've gotten to experience it. Now I know what being in love truly feels like.

  Love is a strange thing. It can sneak up on you when you least expect it. Find you in the most unlikely places. And when it finally hits you, it grabs on and it doesn't let go until it's had its way with you. My time with Nikolai and my son has truly taught me that love conquers all, and I know that it will continue to bind our family and keep us close for the rest of our lives.

  Sometimes I miss California, but North Molvania is feeling more and more like home every day. My feet are getting to know the green pastures, and my eyes are getting used to the sights of the beautiful rolling hills.

  I never expected to end up here with the Crown Prince Nikolai, but now that I am, I wouldn't change it for the world.

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  Fake Bride With Benefits

  Hunter Thorne abandoned me in this small town 8 years ago.

  He took my heart with him.

  Today that bastard came back.

  And now I’m marrying him for cash to open the bakery of my dreams.

  I don’t believe in second chances. Good thing this isn’t one.

  Hunter’s ripped, dangerous arms and filthy hands shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near me. The absolute last thing I need is a fling with an infuriating, sexy-as-hell, tattooed bad boy who already broke my heart once.

  But I don’t need Mr. Right to get the money I need.

  I just need Mr. Right Now.

  And guess who’s staying on my couch?

  I’m not the naive schoolgirl I used to be. Fake brides don’t fall in love for real, and I won’t fall for the inked bad boy a second time…...

  …... But my heart’s not getting the message.

  Pretending shouldn’t be this easy.

  And saying goodbye shouldn’t be this hard.

  Prologue - Tess

  8 Years Ago (the summer after senior year)

  "Your body was made for me," Hunter growls into my ear. Steam rises from the hot springs and the water gently laps at my shoulders as his arms encircle me, cupping the fullness of my curves. Up here on the ridge overlooking the town, it's quiet except for the bubbling of the water and the chirping of the birds.

  "I'll make you filthy for me, ruin you for every other man," he whispers. My nipples pebble with desire, small pink buds straining through the wet fabric of my t-shirt. There's no one else for miles, but he whispers to me just the same, secrets that blow away with the wind.

  19 years old, his jaw is hard and outlined, darkened with the five-o'clock shadow of a man twice his age. His features are gorgeous, symmetric, and his black hair is swept back in waves. He's strong, his dangerous physique built from layered slabs of muscle constrained only by tight blue jeans. His shirt lays crumpled on the rocks nearby, our chests separated only by the soaked, thin fabric of my shirt. Hunter's pearl teeth show through his thick, delicious lips as they part. His face is a storm cloud, dark and lusty.

  "I want you to ruin me," I whisper back. My voice trembles like the gentle rolling waves of water. "I need you."

  Even through his blue jeans, his hardness pushes against my stomach. My core fills with heat, and I press myself into him.

  "Tess," he says, gazing into my eyes, "You're the fucking best I ever had. You know that, don't you?"

  I nod. "And you're the best I ever had."

  His gaze falls and his hands brush up my sides, against my breasts. Then they fall again and I lock my fingers in his. My heart beats like a drum inside my chest. I feel like something big is about to happen. I feel like he's going to ask me—

  My thoughts crumble as he presses his lips against mine. Every thought I have, except of him, is deleted into nothingness.

  Ever since I first met Hunter at a house party here in Maple Ridge, I was ruined for everyone except him. I couldn't keep my eyes off him any more than a bee can keep itself off a bed of flowers. His perfect body, his tall, muscular frame. And the unshakeable confidence and ease he carried with him everywhere he went.

  He started talking to me between classes, at the regional high school ten miles out of the small town of Maple Ridge. It started like most high school romances, friends with murky boundaries, ill-advised wandering hands, lips sneaking kisses during afternoon adventures.

  We went together like whiskey and wine, but once we were mixed, there was no separating us. And that was almost two years ago.

  Nobody ever thought that any girl could tame the intense, strong Hunter Thorne, but somehow little old me, Tess Cassidy, had done it.

  As he draws his kiss away from me, a lump rises in my throat. I try to temper my excitement, but I can't help wondering—is he finally going to propose?

  "Tess," he says, his foggy eyes storming.

  He inhales, and so do I.

  Then he speaks. "I'm… leaving Maple Ridge."

  Suddenly, I feel like I can't breathe. My foundation just bottomed out, my bridge collapsed into splinters. It would have shocked me less if he'd reached out and slapped me across the face.

  "W-what?" I stammer.

  "I'm enlisting, Tess."

  Ever since his dad was killed in action almost six months ago, he hasn't been his usual self. But we talked about it, and I did what I could to help him. In these last few weeks I thought he was starting to feel better.

  I shake my head, and a little space forms between us as if someone rolled up a car window between our bodies. "This is a joke, right?"

  "No," he says, and his face leaves no room for denial. "I'm not such a fucking asshole that I would joke about that with you."

  Tears well up inside me, but I fight them back. "But you just told me—all of the things you just said—"

  He exhales, sharp and heavy.

  I shake my head because I'm at a loss for words. "I can't believe you would bring me here like this."

  "Like what?"

  "Like bring me up here, to our spot, and whisper all those things in my ear, and make me feel like you were going to propose."

  "Propose?" he says, bewildered. "We just graduated high school. Three months ago. I brought you here 'cause I didn't know how else to tell you."

  My sadness flashes to anger, then back to sadness, like lightning strikes that turn a night black sky white hot. "But, our future together," I say, my voice trailing off.

  "We have our whole lives ahead of us."

  "This is abou
t your dad," I say.

  "Yes."

  "You should think about this first."

  "I have."

  "Really?"

  "It's the right decision."

  "What about me?"

  He holds my head in his hands, running his thick, talented fingers through my wet hair. "I can't stay tied down to this small town forever."

  I hate every last word he says. I start to cry, and he brushes my tears off my cheek with his thumbs. "Stop it," he says.

  When your high school sweetheart wants to become strangers with you, nothing is alright.

  I try to swallow the lump in my throat, but it doesn't budge. "Okay," I say. "This is okay. This is fine. I'll go with you. They'll have apartments, and—"

  Hunter shakes his head a determined no. "It's not like that, Tess. I could be deployed, and we'd have to get married, and I'm not ready for that."

  "You're an asshole," I say, trying unsuccessfully to dam up the tears. They splash into the water of the hot springs.

  "You're emotional right now."

  "I'll wait for you."

  He shakes his head again. "I don't want you to wait. You can't."

  "What do you mean I can't?"

  "I know you, Tess. You won't be happy. Your calling is to open your restaurant. That's what matters the most to you."

  "You matter to me."

  "What did I fucking tell you," he growls. "You're the only girl I think about. Your mind, every inch of your body, your tits, your gorgeous fucking pussy. They all belong to me and I'd fucking kill another man for touching you."

  "So how can you leave?" I sniffle. "Those are lies."

  "No," he says, pulling me tight against him. I'm starting to sweat, and I feel faint standing in the hot springs like this. "Not lies. Life."

  "I'll wait for you anyway."

  "Tess," he begins, but I wiggle out of his arms and clamber up out of the pool. I grab one of the towels we brought with us, and wrap it tight around my body. I'm not cold at all. I'm just trying as hard as I can to block out reality right now.