by Madison Faye
“You’re—” she gasped. “You’re really big.”
“Had a lot to compare it to?”
She blushed as she saw the grin on my face, and slowly shook her head. “You know I haven’t.”
“Oh, I know,” I growled. “I know this sweet little cunt has never felt a man inside. I know no man has ever claimed you and felt your slick, tight walls stretch around him as he pushed inside.”
I let the head of my cock slip over her clit again, bringing a cry of pleasure to her lips.
“I know this pretty little pussy has never come the way it deserves to come, with a real man’s cock filling it up and a real man’s hands holding you tight as you scream in pleasure.”
I dragged my hands down to her hips, biting at her neck and making her gasp before I moved up onto my knees. I groaned, gripping her hips tightly and pushing against her. My cock slid over her lips, the head spreading them just slightly and leaking precum over her slick little cunt. Faith moaned quietly, her eyes wide as she stared down at where we moved together. My swollen head teased through her lips again, bumping over her clit and making her whimper.
I hadn’t even gone inside, and she already felt like pure fucking heaven. The soft, velvety feel of her smooth, silky lips kissing the underside of my cock, and her hard little nub bumping over the ridge of my head had my balls aching for release and my muscles clenching tight. I slipped over her again, pearly white precum leaking from my head all over her pussy, making a slick, sticky mess of her.
I pushed forward rocking every inch of my shaft over her clit — the movement like I was fucking her, though I never let my head slip inside. I growled, gripping her hips tight and pulling her ass off the bed into me as I pushed my shaft over her clit again and again, precum dripping all over her belly as she moaned and writhed in pleasure.
“Cole—”
“You want to come for me again, don’t you?”
She moaned, biting her lip and nodding as her face crumpled in pleasure. “I’m— I’m going to come!”
“You want to come with this big cock teasing your little pussy, don’t you? See what you do to me, angel? See how much cum you’ve filled my balls with? So much that it’s leaking out all over you, making a mess of your naughty little pussy.”
Faith gasped sharply, her breath coming faster and faster, her body tensing up, and the flush creeping up her chest.
“There we go, baby girl,” I groaned. “Make that pussy come for me. Make that sweet little pussy come all over my big, thick cock. And just remember that next time, you’re going to feel it slide inside of you. Next time, when you come, you’ll come with my fat cock deep inside this pretty little pussy, making you mine.”
I growled as I started to rock my hips faster and faster, letting every inch of my underside drag over her clit with every thrust. Faith’s moans filled the room, her body trembling and her face going bright red.
“So come for me, angel. Come for me, wife. I want to feel your sweet pussy come all over my cock. Come for me, Faith.”
She twisted her head to the side and bit the bedsheets, squeezing her eyes shut as the orgasm slammed into her. She moaned into the sheets, her whole body arching off the bed against me as the climax exploded through her body before she sank back down into it, gasping for air.
I groaned, pulling away and reaching down to wrap a hand around my cock as I watched her. Fuck, she was beautiful before. With the flush of an orgasm washing over her, she was a fucking goddess.
She panted, moaning contentedly before she opened her eyes and looked right at me.
“That was…” She bit her lip. “You are way too good at doing that to me.”
“I’ll do that to you all night, Princess.”
“I might have a heart attack if you do.”
I grinned, but when I saw her gaze drop own to my cock, and saw something hungry flash over her eyes, I groaned.
“Do you really…you know.” She blushed. “Do you really have a tattoo there?”
I grinned, and slowly dropped my hand away from my shaft, where it’d been covering the little crown tattoo at the base of my cock. Faith’s eyes went wide.
“Holy shit, seriously?”
I shrugged. “I made some interesting decisions when I was younger.”
She stared at my cock, which only had the effect of making it throb even harder.
“Did that hurt?”
“Like a bastard.”
She giggled, and I grinned.
“What, did you want me to say no like some kind of badass?”
“I’m pretty sure getting your cock tattooed makes you one whether it hurt or not.”
I groaned lowly, and she raised her brows at me.
“What?”
“Say that again.”
“Say what again?”
Our eyes locked. “Say cock again.”
She blushed furiously. “Why?”
“Because that word from your pretty lips is sexy as fuck, that’s why.”
She chewed on her bottom lip, and slowly, this sultry look I’d never seen on her before crept over her face.
“Cock,” she purred slowly, her voice deep and sensual. And I swear, my dick actually jumped at the sound of it. Her eyes dropped back down to it, staring at the tattoo.
“Can I get a closer look?”
“What could possibly make you think I’d say no to that?”
She grinned, blushing as she leaned closer, moving onto her hands and knees as she leaned so fucking close to my rock-hard, throbbing dick. Her warm breath washed over me, and I groaned, resisting the urge to slide my fingers into her hair and pull that hot little moth down onto my cock.
Faith licked her lips, her cheeks flushing as her eyes dragged up and down the length of me.
“You want to taste.”
She blushed, swallowing quickly before she looked up into my eyes — hers heavy with lust.
“Maybe,” she whispered.
“You never have.”
She shook her head.
“You want to taste my cock, Princess?”
“Yes,” she whispered quietly as she leaned towards me. Her soft little fingers wrapped around my shaft, not even reaching all the way around my girth. Faith leaned forward, and when her soft, wet, pink tongue slid out and tentatively licked at my swollen crown, I groaned.
She whimpered, her tongue licking at me again as a moan caught in her throat. She slid her soft, full lips over the head, slowly sliding them down over my crown as her tongue teased at my tip.
Holy fuck.
“I know you can taste yourself on my cock, angel,” I groaned. Faith whimpered, nodding as she licked my cock again, sliding her hot little mouth another inch down around my thickness. My abs clenched, and my balls tingled with the need to release as she sank another inch between her lips.
She slid off with a soft, sexy sounding “pop” and panted slowly. “You taste really good.” Her eyes dragged up to mine, and her cheeks went red with lust.
“We taste really good together,” she whispered heatedly.
One of her fingertips teased over the crown tattoo, tracing the lines. She leaned close, her breath teasing over me as she leaned into the side of my shaft and gently kissed the tattoo. She kissed it again, her lips lingering and sucking a little, making my cock lurch as thick precum dripped from the head.
“I think someone has a dirty side they’ve been hiding away,” I growled.
“Maybe you just bring it out in me,” she whispered back, looking up at me as her soft little tongue slid out and lapped at the side of my cock.
“And besides, we are married,” she purred out. “And isn’t the wife supposed to kiss the crown at a royal wedding?”
“You want to kiss my crown, Princess?”
She whimpered. “Yes please.”
“Then open wide, angel. Open wide for my big crown.”
Her lips slid back up my shaft, and they slipped over my swollen head and she sucked me deep into her m
outh, I groaned in pleasure.
…Holy shit, where the hell had this version of her come from?
She moaned around my cock, slurping at my thick head as she bobbed her lips up and down my shaft. I could feel her tongue teasing my underside, and when I looked down at my gorgeous little angel on her hands and knees with her pretty lips wrapped around my thick cock, it was almost too much for me.
“Better stop,” I growled, pulling her gently away from me. She looked up at me, her lips swollen and red and her eyes fiery with raw lust.
“Why?”
My jaw clenched as her soft hand stroked up and down my cock.
“You know why,” I groaned.
“Well maybe I don’t want to stop,” she whispered. “Maybe I want taste you.”
I growled, my jaw clenching tight and my muscles rippling.
“Well fuck, what happened to the good girl I married?”
Faith grinned hungrily at me, biting her lip. Suddenly, she pushed me back, toppling me onto my ass as she crawled up between my legs on her knees. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, and she slowly leaned down towards it as her eyes darted back to mine.
“She married you.”
Her mouth engulfed my cock, sucking me deep into her throat and making every muscle in my body clench tight. I groaned, my hands sliding into her long dark hair and tangling in it as she sucked and slurped hungrily at me. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, my muscles tightening, and the last willpower to hold off slowly crumbling.
“You’re gonna make me come, Princess,” I groaned. “You’re going to make me fill that pretty mouth with every drop of my cum.”
She moaned eagerly, her mouth bobbing faster on my thick, throbbing shaft as I felt myself let go.
“Swallow my cum, angel,” I groaned as she hummed around my cock. “Be a good girl and swallow every drop.”
It felt like a hose going off as I came. I roared, her hot little mouth sinking over my cock as the cum came pumping out of my balls. Her eyes went wide as the first big rope splashed across her tongue, but as more and more pumped into her mouth, she only moaned deeply and started to swallow hungrily. I felt my vision go blurry at the edges, my body going numb as she sucked every single drop of cum from my balls deep down her throat.
Slowly, she pulled away with a small gasp and this lusty, hungry look on her face.
“You’re sure you’ve never done that before.”
She giggled, biting her lip as she looked up at me and shook her head. “Pretty sure I’d have remembered.”
I groaned, pulling her into me and wrapping my arms around her body. I kissed her, slowly at first and then deeper before she pulled away.
“I should go brush my—”
I cut her off as I kissed her, hard and deep, our tongues sliding together.
“Like you said,” I groaned into her lips. “We taste good together.”
I kissed her for I don’t even know how long. Long enough that our bodies were rocking and writhing together and long enough that I could feel her sleepiness.
“I should go,” I finally said quietly.
“I—” She blushed. “I don’t want you too, but if anyone found you here…” She made a face.
“Wouldn’t want the King lopping my head off for sullying his daughter now would I?” I grinned.
Fuck, I knew I should have told her about it all — about her father and the other kings and their bullshit claims. But I couldn’t, not there. It felt bringing up that shit would just ruin what we’d just had.
Faith rolled her eyes. “He probably would. He’s kind of intense like that.”
“And that’s my cue.”
She laughed as I jumped from the bed and started pulling my clothes on. I leaned in as I yanked my t-shirt back over my head, kissing her slowly before I pulled away and grabbed my jacket.
“Soon, Princess,” I growled. “Soon, I’m coming back for you.”
I turned, and I was heading for the door to her room when she lurched out of bed and ran over to me.
“Wait, are you crazy?”
I raised a brow. “Yes?”
“You can’t just walk out the front front door! My parents…”
“Ahh, wouldn’t want them knowing what a dirty girl you’ve been.”
She blushed, shaking her head. “No.”
“Well, got another way out? A secret passage? Something like that?”
She frowned. “Uh, no?”
“Well,” I shrugged, grinning at her as I tossed my jacket away and started to yank my t-shirt back off.
“Then I’m spending the night.”
Her eyes went wide and her face blushed crimson. “What? No, no way!” she sputtered. “You— You can’t just—”
“Yes, I can.”
I undid my belt, dropping my jeans and kicking them and my boxers away as I strolled past her back to the bed, naked.
“Cole, if anyone—”
“Hey, Princess?” I interrupted, sliding into her bed and patting the sheets next to me. “Come to bed, wife.”
Chapter 8
Faith
I’d started that day mad at myself for having filthy thoughts about Prince Cole — for giving in to the wicked desires when I knew how bad his reputation was. I wasn’t very experienced, but I wasn’t naive. I knew what a man like Cole was looking for, and earlier in the day — married or not — I’d been firm with myself that I was not going to be the girl to give it to him.
…Yeah, so much for that idea.
Call it giving in, or caving to temptation. Maybe call it weakness, because maybe that’s what it was. Maybe with him, I was weak. Or maybe it was that I just didn’t want to resist him.
Maybe giving in felt way too good.
But then, maybe it was because deep down, I didn’t think he was just some man-whore of a prince after one thing and only one thing. Maybe deep down, I’d seen more to him that night in Paris. I’d seen the thing that had lit a spark in me — that little something in him that just clicked with me and made me feel more alive than I ever had before.
And all it’d taken was him waltzing into my room at the very worst — or maybe very best — possible moment for that all to come crashing to a head. His lips on mine, and his hands on me had set me on fire. And his mouth on me — my God, that had sent me reeling. That’d been a feeling like nothing I’d ever felt before.
And now I just wanted more. I wanted all of it — like a forbidden fruit I’d gotten one taste of and then craved forever after. I didn’t even know what’d come over me, but with him, I just wanted to be free of any of my past prudishness. I wanted to let go and be free. I’d felt like I was possessed by some sort of sex demon when I’d pushed him over and lowered my mouth down onto his big cock — the feel of him filling my mouth like some sort of drug exploding through my body.
So now here we were. The man I’d sworn to have nothing to do with was now naked, in my bed, spending the night. Getting caught like this would mean a world of trouble. Finding out we were actually married? Well, I was only half kidding about my father coming after Cole’s head. Literally.
But then, I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to say no, because a dark, deep part of me wanted him there. I wanted to push away those ridiculous claims I’d made about “never giving in.” Instead, I wanted to feel the heat of those big arms around me, and his muscled body pressed tight to mine.
…Which is exactly what I felt when I woke up.
It was dark still, and when I squinted at the clock on the table next to my bed, I saw that it was three in the morning. Heat teased through me, and I bit my lip, feeling the power and comfort and safety of his muscled arms wrapped around me. I was tight to his body, molded against him, and I could feel the heat of him blooming against my bare skin.
But then, that’s not all I felt.
He was so hard, and I could feel that thick, gorgeous, tantalizing cock of his pulsing against my ass. It was angled up, sandwiched between our bodies, and I shive
red as I felt the throbbing heat of it, nestled in the cleft of my ass. I bit my lip, blushing furiously and feeling the tingle of arousal tease through my body. I shifted slightly, and I could already feel the warm, wet heat blooming between my legs.
I wanted him. I mean I really wanted him.
Panting quietly, lying there so still in his sleeping arms, I reached back. My fingers slid over my own hip, moving down over the curve of my ass until suddenly, I felt him. My fingers brushed against his hot, thick erection, and instantly, I could feel my pussy getting wetter. I ran a finger up and down his shaft, and when it twitched against me, I moaned quietly.
And I grew bolder.
My fingers curled around his thickness, and I trembled as I slowly slid my hand up and down. A sort of raw power blazed through me, and I could feel my pulse pounding quickly in my ears as the wet heat between my legs grew more and more.
Fuck, he was so big. And I was very, very wet. And I knew it’d be so easy. It would be so easy to just move a little bit and feel that thick head of his press against my opening. I could just move back a little bit and let him inside. So easy, and so right there for the taking. I could just get rid of this dumb v-card, finally. I mean, he was my husband, right? Even if part of me was still trying to figure out how the hell to remove that tattoo and to get this whole thing annulled, what better opportunity was there than this?
It’d be so easy. And so good — I already knew. Easy, good, and so exactly what I wanted. My hand slid up and down his trembling, throbbing cock, and I could feel my arousal making my thighs slick with need. And just like that, I gave in.
I shifted a little, and my hand slipped his big cock down lower. The thick, swollen head slid down the cleft of my ass, teasing over my asshole and making me gasp quietly as I slid him lower. The thick knob eased between my lips, and I felt my breath catch as I pushed back just a millimeter, feeling him nestle right against my opening.
My heart beat a million miles an hour, the sound of my pulse a roar in my ear. My breath came hard and panting, and I just paused for one second, feeling him right there, and daring myself to push back and let him have all of me.
“Taking advantage of me in my sleep?”
