by Madison Faye
He moved closer, his hands going to each side of me against the mirror. I bit my lip, looking into his gorgeous face.
“You’re in deep, and I can’t figure out how to get you out. And I know you feel the same.”
My heart pounded, my body shivering at his nearness.
He was right.
I hated that he was, but he was right. I hadn’t stopped thinking about this crude, cocky man for weeks now. I’d craved his touch, and I‘d wanted nothing more than to relive that night and do it differently. And here I was locked in a bathroom with him, the promise of that chance lingering on his lips.
“I—” I panted. “Chester—”
“Forget Chester,” he growled. “I promise you, Chester does not know what you want, and what you need.”
“And you do?”
“Damn right I do,” he husked, and I whimpered out loud.
He moved against me, his hand coming up to tease over my hip. I whimpered again.
“Tell me to walk away, and I’ll leave you alone, for good. I’ll leave you to your Chester and the boring life you could have with that asshole. But if you don’t tell me to walk away...” He moved his mouth close to my ear, his breath teasing over my neck and making me moan.
“If you don’t, then I promise I’m going to make you all mine.”
“You’re just trying to get into my panties,” I managed to hiss back.
He grinned. “Sweetheart, I’ve already been in your panties.”
My eyes went wide.
“You left three pairs of them in your hotel when you ran off.”
My jaw dropped. “What do you—”
“And damn did they feel good wrapped around my big cock,” he growled lowly.
I moaned, loudly. It was so filthy and so wrong and so bad thinking of this man masturbating with my panties. And I knew all that, but I couldn’t ignore the other part. I couldn’t ignore the part that imagined this gorgeous, dirty-sexy man wrapping my panties around his thick, throbbing cock and stroking it up and down with them.
God I was so wet thinking about it.
“The panties felt good, but I want what’s underneath.”
I moaned as he moved into me, his body pressing me against the glass behind me. His hands started to pull up my dress, over my knees, bunching it higher.
“Better tell me to stop, Princess,” he groaned. “Or there’ll be no stopping—”
I broke.
It was like him teasing me with the idea of stopping was enough to push me over the edge. The heat, and the wetness between my legs, and the naked desire for this man became too much, and before I could think about it or rationalize it, I opened my mouth and the words came out.
“Please don’t stop.”
Magnus froze for one second, before suddenly, with a fierce growl, his hand slipped up into my hair, cupping my jaw as he hungrily brought his lips crashing against mine.
Chapter 6
Magnus
My cock throbbed and pulsed as I kissed her, twitching in my pants and pressing so hard into her I know she felt it. Her lips were everything I wanted them to be and more — soft, sensual, perfect. She tasted like sweetness and sin, and I groaned as my tongue demanded entrance.
She whimpered as I kissed her hard, my hand tightening on her jaw and the other pulling her tight against me by the hip. I ground into her, letting her feel my entire fucking length pressing against her body, loving the way she moaned and squirmed against me.
There was no stopping this now. Sweet, untouched, virginal Princess Imogen Morningstar would be mine, tonight.
I broke the kiss, moving down to her neck and making her gasp as I bit and sucked the skin there. Her hands clawed at my arms, and I groaned as I bought my hands away from her just enough to shrug my jacket off and toss it away. My hand moved back to her, stroking up her sides and then down to her hips. I started to bunch the dress up again, groaning into her moans as I kissed her fiercely.
The dress pulled higher, and she started to whimper, gasping into my kiss and holding me tighter as I pulled it up to her waist. I moved one hand between us, my pulse roaring at the bare skin of her thighs under my fingers before I moved it higher, making her tremble.
The panties she’d left before had felt like sin. Feeling them warm, wet, and pressed right against her pussy felt like heaven.
She cried out as I dragged a finger over her lips, feeling how fucking sticky and soaked she was for me. For me, not fucking Chester. I kept running a finger up and down her pussy as I reached up and started to pull that dress off her shoulders. It dropped and I groaned as her creamy, full, goddamn perfect tits were bared to me. Her soft pink nipples hardened like pebbles under my eyes, and I leaned in, unable to stop myself as I wrapped my lips around one.
My hand began to move up to the edge of her panties, pushing down into them and feeling my finger start to ease over soft, slippery, naked folds. I started to push inside when suddenly, her panting stopped and she pulled back.
“Wait, wait.”
I restrained myself, barely. Somehow.
“I’m—”
She looked down, her face going red.
“I mean, I’ve never—”
“You’re a virgin, I know,” I whispered, my finger teasing over her opening and making her gasp. “I’ll go—”
“No, I mean, I’m really a virgin. I’ve never—”
“You’ve never had sex, I understand.”
She sighed, cringing slightly as she looked down.
“I’ve never done any of it?”
I froze.
Wait, what? Not having a man take her was one thing. I mean there were a lot of princesses who waited to actually fuck for marriage. But this girl was twenty, and she’d never done anything?
My cock throbbed.
She was totally untouched, and fuck did I want her even more then. I wanted everything, and I wanted to show her it all. I kissed her slowly, my tongue seeking hers as I slowly stroked her pussy, making her shiver.
“Let me show you, Princess,” I growled, pulling back.
She looked down again, shaking her head. “I know, it’s stupid, I just—”
“No,” I said quietly, kissing her slowly again. “Not stupid. It’s yours to give once.”
She smiled softly, her eyes finally looking up and searching mine.
“I— I still want this,” she whispered. “I just—”
“I won’t fuck you,” I growled, my gaze locked on her. “Not until I marry you.”
Her eyes went wide, her mouth round as she stared at me in shock. Hell, I was shocked at the words that’d just come out of me. But fuck if I didn’t know it was true the second I said it. I would marry this girl.
I leaned in, my lips brushing hers.
“I won’t fuck you until then, but I’ll show you everything else.”
I pushed a finger inside and she moaned loudly. I thought about what I’d just said. I thought about making her my bride, and making her mine. I growled inside at the thought of her belonging to me, and me having her and her only.
Me, the man who’d never stuck with one woman. But something about her made me want only her. The thought of forgetting and foregoing the other shitty women in the world and taking only her had me harder than I'd ever been. I thought about claiming her, and pumping her full of my cum — making her belly swell with my seed.
“Please,” she moaned.
I kissed her again before slowly, I began to kneel.
“Where are you—”
“Relax, beautiful,” I growled, sinking to my knees. I pushed her dress high, and slowly, I hooked my fingers into her panties and drew them down her long, creamy legs to just above her knees.
I groaned at the sight of her. Soft, pink folds, slick and wet, shining in the candlelight of the stone room. I moved in, inhaling and growling at the sweet scent of her. She was panting, breathing hard as she looked down at me.
“I’m going to make you feel good, Princess,” I
growled.
And then I’m going to make you mine.
I’d meant what I said, and I knew it right there, my mouth inches from the most perfect, sweetest pussy I could’ve ever imagined.
I was going to steal this girl away from Chester, and every other fucking man on earth who thought he could have her, because she was mine.
I was going to marry this princess, and make her my queen.
Chapter 7
Imogen
I won’t fuck you until I marry you.
His words had me gasping, my head spinning. Marry him? Prince Magnus? It was almost comical, except I wasn’t laughing.
I was moaning.
Because his hands were creeping up my thighs, pushing my dress higher. His breath was hot against my bare pussy, making me shiver in ecstasy — making it hard to breathe, or think, or do anything but moan for him. A big finger stroked my lips, and I was so wet I was sure it was dripping down his hand.
I gasped as he moved closer and then whimpered as I felt his lips press to my bare thigh.
“Spread your legs, Princess,” he growled.
I did, my panties stretching tight, caught around my knees. My eyes closed, my breath caught in a second of anticipation.
And then I felt the most incredible thing I’d ever felt.
His tongue dragged wetly through my slippery pussy, and I cried out, my toes curling as the sensation blasted through me. My thighs immediately clamped together, but his powerful hands grabbed them tight and pushed them apart. My eyes squeezed shut, my head dropping back against the mirror behind me. His incredible tongue pushed deep inside, lapping at my juices and pushing in and out, making me go to pieces. My hand dropped to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue curled around my little clit.
He groaned hungrily, lapping at me eagerly, growling as he drank down my juices. One hand dropped to his lap, and I managed to open my eyes and glance down to notice him stroking himself through his suit pants.The thought that him pleasuring me like this turned him on so much that he couldn’t keep his hands off himself sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
I heard the sound of his belt, and of his zipper tugging down. I moaned as his tongue pushed deep, my eyes squeezing shut. I glanced down again, and my whole body reacted to what I saw.
His big, throbbing, gorgeous cock.
The same sight I’d walked in on in that hotel room, was pulsing hard between his legs, poking through his undone pants with his hand wrapped tightly around it. He groaned as he fisted it up and down, his tongue swirling over my clit. His other hand pushed between my thighs, and I cried out as two thick fingers slowly spread my pussy wide and slipped inside. He curled them forward, stroking against my inner walls as his lips fastened around my clit and his tongue swirled over it.
I was going to to lose my mind.
My whole world spun, and I could barely breathe as the pleasure started to throb through my whole body. Prince Magnus groaned, jerking his enormous dick as he teased and devoured my pussy. His wicked tongue moved faster, his fingers pumping in and out of my tight, slippery pussy, until I was sure I was going to explode.
“I’m going to make you mine, Princess,” he growled into me. “I’m going to make you my bride, and then I’m going to claim all of you.”
I moaned, my head spinning as his fingers and his tongue and his words started to push me over the edge.
“I’ll take your hand in marriage, and then I’ll take all of you in our marriage bed,” he growled, jerking his big fat cock as he groaned into my pussy.
“Now cum for me, my princess,” he husked. “I want to know what my bride-to-be tastes like when she cums all over my tongue.”
And I did.
I cried out, screaming into the empty bathroom and not even caring who heard as his wicked mouth brought me crashing over the edge into my orgasm — my first, at someone else’s hands. My head swam, and I gasped for air as I sagged against the mirror.
Suddenly, I gasped sharply as he rose and spun me around. I moaned as I felt him stand behind me, pressing me against the mirror. I could feel his pulsing, hot, throbbing cock against my ass, and I whimpered as his hands slid over my hips. They moved up to my bare breasts, fingers teasing my nipples — pinching and pulling on them as his cock pulsed like a muscle against my skin.
He groaned as he reached down and guided his thick head over my ass, down between my cheeks. I whimpered as it teased over my forbidden hole, making my whole body shiver in naughty pleasure. He moved lower, and my eyes suddenly flew open as I felt it slip against my dripping wet pussy lips.
“I’m not going to go inside, Princess,” he growled lowly into my ear, as if reading my mind. “Not yet,” he punctuated it with a bite to my ear, making me cry out.
His huge cock slipped forward, the head pushing over my clit and moving over it. His hands found my hips, pushing my legs together around him. He started to move his hips, and I started to just moan.
His hot, fat girth spread my lips on either side of him, sawing back and forth and rubbing my clit on every stroke. He wasn’t penetrating me, just slipping his cock back and forth over my clit and right past my untouched opening.
He growled in this deep, low, masculine way that had me panting. His hands grabbed my ass hard as his hips began to thrust into me again and again. I was whimpering in pleasure, my palms against the mirror in front of me and gasping for air as his big cock drove me higher and higher. I felt like he was taking me, like he was fucking me and claiming me, without actually taking my virginity.
The thought sent my head reeling, and suddenly as his hands tightened on my ass and his cock thrust wetly over my clit once more, I came again.
I cried out, moaning for more as he groaned loudly and started pounding into me again and again. I could feel him tense suddenly, his groan falling from his lips as he pulled back and thrust his slippery, sticky cock up between the globes of my ass. He roared my name, and suddenly, I felt that thick cock of his pulse against my ass. His hot cum came spurting out — gushing over my skin as he pumped his cock between the cheeks of my ass. It ran in sticky rivers down my ass, over my little asshole, and dripped down my quivering pussy. Little dribbles ran down my thighs as I gasped for air, the whole world spinning.
His hands slid up my sides and wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against his body.
“Imogen,” he whispered in my ear.
I smiled, blushing like a total dork as his powerful arms went around me.
“I know you don’t believe me yet,” he husked into my ear. “But you will be my bride.”
“Magnus, I—”
“I know you don’t believe me, and I know you think this is me living up to my reputation. But I’m going to show you how wrong you are,” he said with fire in his voice. “I’m done with all that. That all was me not knowing who I was. That was me before I met you,” he groaned, kissing my neck.
“I will make you my bride,” he growled. His hands snaked down and pulled my panties up my quivering legs, pulling them tight against the sticky mess still dripping between my legs.
“I’ll take your hand as my queen,” he whispered. “And then?” His teeth grazed my neck, making me gasp as my head spun.
“And then I’ll take the rest of you.”
Chapter 8
Imogen
Imogen
Magnus left the bathroom first, leaving me alone with my roaring thoughts.
What had I just done? I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that the girl in this room with him had been me.
And suddenly, I felt like an idiot. I’d been caught up in his words. Him, the infamous womanizer. I’d walked right into his stupid web and let him do those things to me.
Wonderful, amazing, body-quaking things, but still. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen for his crap. All I could think about was the tabloid scandals involving him, and here I was, one more notch on his bedpost.
God, at least I hadn’t given him everything
like some stupid little naive virgin.
I tried to compose myself, fixing my hair in the mirror, smoothing my dress, and trying to ignore the naughty, sticky heat still soaking my panties between my legs. I took a quick breath. I had to get back out there before my absence was missed, enjoy the rest of this stupid ball, and then figure out how to make sure I’d never see that asshole again.
I unlocked the door, straightened my dress, and stepped out—
Right into my older sister.
“Ilana!”
She gasped jumping a foot back — just as shocked to see me as I was her.
“Im!”
Her crazy long, gorgeous blonde hair — up in an elaborate style before the dance, was now half hanging down, mostly just piled up in a loose bun now, though still tumbling over her shoulders.
Her lipstick was smudged, and there were noticeable bruises on her neck.
My eyes went wide.
“Oh my God! I hissed, what did you just—”
“Me?”
She raised a brow at me, her cheeks flushed bright red.
“You’re missing a tie on the top of that gown, sis.”
I felt my face go hot as I quickly glanced down and tied the last little bow on the front of my dress.
“And who might you have been with?”
“No one,” I said quickly.
“You just half took your dress off and decided to mess up your hairstyle and makeup, huh?”
“Well looks who’s talking!”
We glared at each other, before slowly, we both started to grin.
“Who?” she said eagerly, suddenly stepping into me and grabbing my arm, grinning.
I shook my head. No way was I going to tell her.
“Oh c’mon!”
“You first,” I whispered.
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“This is silly, we should just say it.”
Ilana bit her lip, her eyes nervously searching my face. “No judging?”
