Wicked Prince Charmings: Blue Saffire & Co. Fairy Tales

by Blue Saffire

  “Hey,” I say turning her around. I continue to keep a little distance between us. “You’re an amazing mother.”

  She shakes her head and turns away from me, but I turn her face back to me until she looks at me again. “And Maddox adores you. I know this, because I see it in the way he talks about you. That kid glows when he speaks about you.

  “When his father showed up today, I didn’t see a kid that was embarrassed. I saw a kid that was ready to come to your aid. And would’ve if I hadn’t told him to stay put. Out of everything that happened today, you are not at fault.”

  “But I am. I knew pulling a stunt like that would trigger Quentin.”

  “Has he ever hit you before?”

  A shake of her head answers before she does. “No, but he’s never had to.” She looks down at her hands that she’s rubbing together between us. “I told you Quentin was my first everything. I was so happy to have a man like him, that I became his doormat. What he wanted I did.

  “He wanted to have sex without condoms, I agreed. He wanted to not get married after finding out about Maddox, I agreed. I went with whatever he said. Even when I got tired of the cheating, the lies, the disrespect and eventually called off the relationship, it was only because he let it go. If he’d told me I couldn’t leave, I wouldn’t have.

  “Even after being away from him I still allowed him to run me. Today was the first time I fought against him. I knew he would take it bad. I didn’t know he would show up at practice.”

  “That still doesn’t make you culpable for what happened today. That was me and Quentin’s fault. I know I owe Maddox an apology.”

  She smiles. “Maddox already thought you were the greatest thing since sliced bread. This only made you a hero in his eyes.” She chuckles and it’s music to my ears to hear her happy. “I did explain to Maddox that battles shouldn’t always be won with your fist, but he knows you did it to protect me.”

  I watch her for a moment, taking in her gorgeous features. Those expressive eyes. Her rounded face and button nose. Those lips that feel and taste like heaven.

  “What about you?” I ask taking a step closer to her, swallowing up the very little space that’s been between us. Her breathing changes when I brush my hard chest against her full breast.

  “What about me?”

  I lift my hand, needing to touch her. Cupping her cheek, I glide my thumb across her plum painted bottom lip. “You’ve told me how everyone else felt about today, but you’ve yet to tell me how you feel? Did I scare you away?”

  Her focus dances back and forth between my face and chest. The glimmer of desire warring across her features, despite the seriousness of my question.

  “I’m here, aren’t I? Doesn’t that answer your question?”

  I crack a small smile at her little smart remark. Still keeping my attention on her face, I use my free hand to draw her long skirts up her legs until I can slide my hand underneath the material to find that warm center I craved to touch. She gasps when I quickly slide her panties out of the way to find her wet pussy lips. Damn, she’s always ready for me.

  “Open for me,” I demand, and she simply readjust her stance, allowing me to push two fingers into her hot opening. She moans as I drag my wet digits back out of her center to smear her essence around her nub.

  “Dean,” she moans my name breathlessly.

  “You still didn’t answer my question. Did I scare you, today?”

  I’m lost in the feel of having her body rock into my touch, her scent of vanilla and cocoa butter fragrance and even the way her pussy sucks in my fingers and refuses to let them go. However, I do want to know if I scared her today. The thought of her being afraid of me is the worst thing I can think of.

  She pouts her full lips and a small whimper escapes as I use my thumb to rub against her clit, while my two longest digits thrust in and out of her. She lifts her hands and wraps them around my biceps. Her head falls to my chest.

  “I’m afraid of you, but not for the reason you think.”

  “Look at me.” Another demand that she obeys. Her sultry eyes are so full of need, she can barely keep them open. “Why are you afraid?”

  She shakes her head, like she doesn’t want to tell me. I use my free hand to wrap her beautiful soft curls and pull her head back exposing her neck to me. My mouth finds the spot below her ear right where her neck turns into her collarbone.

  I draw the skin into my mouth and suck before letting it go to run my tongue over it. Like I knew it would, it has her whimpering and her essence flowing, leaking down my fingers.

  “Tell me,” I demand again.

  “I’m afraid you’ll hurt me.” Her words have me releasing her hair. I even still my fingers between her legs. I look down into her face so filled with fear and something else.

  Before I can ask her to explain herself, she speaks. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I know I don’t have much to compare it to, and maybe it’s too soon to admit this, but I’m too old for games.

  “I’m falling in love with you. If this is what falling feels like, I can’t imagine what it will feel like to actually be in love with you. And if you hurt me—”

  I don’t let her finish that sentence. I take her lips with mine in a kiss that shakes me to my core. Knowing that she feels the same way I do is all I need to know. She doesn’t have to worry about me hurting her because I never would. I’m going to do all that I can to make her happy for the rest of my life.

  I kiss her until I can’t breathe. I cup her face with both my hands as my tongue dances against hers. Only when I start to feel light headed do I break the kiss, both of us breathing heavily. I press my forehead against hers.

  “Where’s Maddox?”

  “At my sister’s,” her breathless reply floats across my kiss wet lips.

  “Can you stay tonight? I want you in my bed all night.”

  “Yes,” she says immediately as if she was only waiting for the invitation.

  My lips are back on hers. I use the distraction to loosen the tie on the side of her dress. I cup her heavy breasts in my palms and squeeze. She whimpers into my mouth and I swallow down her cry. I move my hands up to her shoulders as I slide the fabric off. It stretches, expanding to expose her large beautiful breasts hidden behind her pink bra. I push the fabric down further, over the expanse of her hips until it falls at her feet.

  Only then do I release her lips. I lean back and allow my gaze to drink in her beauty. Every time I see her naked, it feels like the first time again.

  “It’s hard to believe that all this is mine,” I mumble the words as they float through my mind.

  The sound of her laughter draws my attention to her face. She’s blushing. I’ve learned to read the subtle gesture.

  “Come here.” She comes willingly. Never let any man tell you that having a woman willingly trust and submit to you in the bedroom isn’t the biggest fucking ego boost.

  I hold her around the waist and walk her backwards toward the counter in the kitchen. It’s the perfect height to do exactly what I want with her. Once I get her to the counter, I help her sit on top, her legs hang off the side. I stand between her legs the same way she did while taking care of my battle wounds.

  With my attention on her, feeling humbled by the trust and desire I see shinning back at me, I tuck my fingers in the elastic of her black and pink silk panties. I keep my eye on her as I tug them down. She lifts slightly so I can pull them all the way down to her pink painted toes.

  I drop the fabric onto the counter beside her. Grabbing the back of her thighs, I slide her closer to the edge of the counter. Once she’s in position, I sit down on the barstool in front of her, opening her legs wide before me.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Shh,” I say, gazing at the beautiful pussy that I’ve become addicted to. Her hairless mound flows down to plump pussy lips that glisten for my attention. “I’m starving.” I lower my mouth to suck the nectar from her folds.

  She
moans and collapses back. I place her thighs over my forearm and hold onto her waist. I devour her, taking turns between dragging my tongue over her nub to suck it into my mouth. She mewls with each passing of my tongue over her. When her thighs close around my head trapping me, and her hips roll against my face, I know she’s close to her orgasm. I pull the hood of her clit back and latch on, sucking until she spasms around me.

  My name leaves her lips in a yell. I drink down her sticky nectar. Not wanting to waste any, I drink all of her. She comes again, drenching my face even further. When she starts to pull away from my mouth, I stand, wiping my face clean of her essence.

  My dick is so hard it has my baller shorts sticking straight out. I push my shorts down with one hand, using the other to slip my finger in and out of her spasming sex. I don’t speak as I stare down into her sex drowsy eyes. Another tug of her legs has her ass nearly hanging off the side of the counter. I don’t hesitate as I sink into her so hard and deep, I lift off my toes.

  Sienna screams with the abrupt entrance. For a moment I think I’ve hurt her, but then she cries for me not to stop and that’s all I need. I work my hips like a demon is inside of me.

  I want to reach the bottom of this pussy. I want to go where no one has gone before or ever will again. I pull her arm to sit her up. She holds onto my neck as I fuck her like a mad man.

  “Dean, fuck, Dean,” she pleads as she places one hand on my stomach as if she’s trying to keep me away from what now belongs to me.

  I smack her hand away. “Take this. Take all of it.”

  Her nails dig into my back, but she doesn’t try to hold me off anymore. I use my hands to spread her legs further apart. My release is coming fast.

  It’s going to be a big one. It starts in the soles of my feet and shoots up to my spine. Something in the back of my mind tells me that I should pull out, that if I don’t, I could get her pregnant. However, even with that knowledge, I continue on. I know that this could result in a pregnancy, but I don’t care, and if I’m honest, I hope to God it will.

  The clenching of her walls around my shaft is my undoing, I come on a roar spewing inside of her. Sienna cries out as she comes again. We both bask in the ecstasy of our orgasms. Allowing the euphoric feeling to send us to the galaxies and back down.

  When I plummet back to earth, I can feel her rapid heartbeat against my chest. She’s still holding on to me for dear life.

  I place kisses on her sweaty forehead and tilt her head up to me with a finger under her chin. Capturing her lips in a slow kiss, I take my time. Telling her exactly how I feel about her without using words.

  “What are you doing to me?” The words are whispered between our kiss.

  I only smile down at her, as I slowly start to move between her legs again. My dick already recovered. I don’t answer her question, even though the words, making you love me, are on the tip of my tongue.

  Chapter 11

  Divorced

  Sienna

  I stare down at my phone for what seems like the hundredth time. It’s been nearly four months since the day Quentin showed up at Maddox’s practice. I would’ve thought after the ass whooping he took, he wouldn’t want to show his face around anymore.

  However, it had the opposite effect. For the first time in a long time, Quentin calls Maddox every day, trying to spend time with him. Even after I told him I wasn’t dropping the child support.

  I’ve left the decision to spend time with his father up to Maddox. Dean wasn’t that happy about it. He wanted me to tell Quentin to fuck off, but I told him it would be Maddox’s decision. Apparently, Maddox has the same mindset as Dean. In the four months that Quentin has asked Maddox to come over, he’s only agreed once. Even then, it was only for a few hours. He mostly just tells his dad that he’s busy.

  Things have been amazing for me. Dean and I are still secretly spending our nights together, and he still takes Maddox out to eat once a week to hang out. I am incredibly happy. That’s why today has me so nervous.

  I’m waiting for that shoe to drop. Today is Dean’s court date. He has officially sold the house and is now living in a simple apartment not even three minutes away from my place. If everything goes well, he will walk out of the courtroom today a divorced man, and still in possession of his car. If things go bad, well, he could not walkout of the courthouse at all.

  Even though I know he isn’t violent, I also know he will show his ass if the judge rules in favor of Trisha and her bullshit abuse charges. Once again, I glance down at my phone as I worry my bottom lip.

  “What has you so stressed?” Chris’s voice comes from too close behind me.

  I’m standing in the breakroom trying to get a cup of coffee. I was so concerned about Dean, I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. I step away from Chris. His close proximity makes me uncomfortable.

  “Can I help you with something?” I say over my shoulder as I pour a little creamer into my coffee.

  Chris gives me a smile that I’m sure usually makes girls go crazy over him, but it only adds to my unease. I wish for anything that someone else would walk into this breakroom. He leans one hip against the counter and folds his arms over his chest.

  “I got tickets to see that new East African exhibit at the Museum. I heard you telling Kathy about it about a month ago.” He gives me a wink in an attempt to hide the fact that his creepy ass was eavesdropping. “The tickets are for this Saturday at seven, so wear something nice and tight.”

  I roll my eyes so hard they almost get stuck. I turn to face him fully with a sugary sweet, fake smile.

  “Well, thank you for asking me,” I emphasize the word “asking” because he damn sure didn’t. “But I can’t.” I go to walk away, completely done with this conversation.

  “Wait, hold up.” Chris pushes away from the counter to stand in front of me, blocking my exit. “I paid over $200 dollars for these tickets.”

  “Tickets I didn’t ask you to buy. Now I’m sure you can give them to one of the many other women that are dying for your attention,” I spew his words from our last encounter back at him. I step away to go around him and he holds out a hand stopping me again.

  His beady eyes stare down into mine, before he chuckles. “Fine. You win. I admit it. Now can we stop this little game?” He places a hand on my shoulder, and I snatch away from him.

  “Look, I have tried to be nice, but I don’t think you’re getting it. I don’t want to date you… ever. We went out once, it was a disaster—”

  “We had a great time.”

  “No, you had a great time. I spent two hours hoping the world would end or I’d get abducted by aliens.”

  He stares down at me as if he has no idea where this is coming from. He seriously can’t be that blind. The confused look turns from bewilderment to pure rage. I take a cautionary step back.

  “You bitch.” His words are so strongly stated spittle flies from his lips. “I was trying to be nice. Trying to give you a charity date, you didn’t actually think I wanted to date some fat, sloppy, black chick, did you?

  “I’m fucking Chris Chambers. I could have my pick of any beautiful white girl. I didn’t seriously want you. I assumed what every other man that looks at the fat bitch with a kid would. You’re an easy lay and nothing else. You fucking disgust me.”

  I look directly in his face as I say, “Are you done? Did your lashing out at me make my refusal not hurt so much? I hope it brought you the satisfaction you were looking for, because it didn’t hit its mark with me. Have a good day, Chris.” Done with him and his hurt ego, I go to walk past him, but he grabs my arm.

  “We’re not fucking done here, bitch.”

  “Chris?” Russell, my director says, walking into the door.

  He wasn’t close enough to have heard what Chris said, but it definitely doesn’t look good with the menacing glare on his face and his hand wrapped so tightly around my arm it’s starting to hurt. Chris lets me go so fast I spill a little of my coffee.

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p; “Sorry, I was just having a talk with Sienna.”

  “In my office,” Russell says with a glare. Chris steps away from me and walks out the door. “Are you all right?” Russell asks and I nod my head.

  He turns and follows Chris out. I sigh a little in relief. That was a disaster.

  My phone vibrates in my hand. I look down to see that it’s Dean calling. Immediately my mood lifts and I’m smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.

  “Hello,” I say, rushing to my office for privacy.

  “Hey, baby,” his sexy voice floats through the phone, causing flashbacks to last night as he pounded into me from behind, while demanding I not make a noise.

  “So how did it go?” I say cutting to the chase before my mouth has me saying something stupid like come here and take my body.

  The warmth of his chuckle fills my ear. “It’s done. I’m officially divorced, baby.”

  I finally get to my office, closing the door behind me I let out a quiet happy squeal. “Oh my God. That’s perfect. I’m so happy for you.”

  “You have no idea how relieved I feel. The judge threw out her bullshit claim about emotional and physical abuse. Your assessment was incredible and helped so much. But the most important thing is I am done with Trisha and I didn’t have to give her another dime more than what I offered.”

  “Amazing. You should do something to celebrate,” I say taking a seat at my desk.

  “Oh, trust me, I plan to do something to celebrate. It will look a lot like what we did early this morning.”

  I laugh out loud and then cover my mouth as if someone will catch me.

  “No more of that. We almost got caught,” I say, remembering my son knocking on my door around four this morning. Dean had just enough time to roll off the side of the bed and onto the floor before Maddox opened the door and walked into the room. That’s what prompted Dean to demand my silence afterwards.