by Leila Haven
My other hand went downwards and didn’t hesitate to delve into her folds. “Move your legs apart,” I said into her ear. She spread them wide enough for me to comfortably fit my hand where it wanted to be. “Good girl. You will be rewarded.”
I tickled her clit so she had an idea of what reward I could give her. There was nothing more I enjoyed than seeing her lost in her own world of ecstasy, and I would do anything to gift it to her.
Her cunt was as wet as I suspected it would be. She was dripping and slippery with her juices. I loved how quickly she could be turned on; her body was so responsive to my touch, like no one else I’d ever been with. This was definitely the woman I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with.
We were made for each other.
One touch from her could send me into a spin too. Just one little look from across the fucking room, and my cock was hard. I had no control over it; she owned me, and she didn’t even realize it.
I started massaging her clit, stroking her long and hard. I wanted her to beg me for an orgasm, the sound of those words coming from her pouty lips would be like liquid cocaine. I wasn’t going to finish without hearing it.
Her breathing started to become shallow and ragged as she pushed her pussy against my hand. She wanted me to stroke her harder, give her the relief she wanted. But I was stubborn; I wasn’t going to give in. I knew how far I could push her without sending her diving off the edge.
“You like that, baby?”
She nodded, biting on her lip.
I used a second finger, toying with her clit between the pads of my fingertips. I tugged on it, flicking left and right before rubbing hard on her nub. Her hot little cunt was slick, completely begging for more.
My hand cupped her entire pussy and stilled there, leaving her clit alone. She was too close, and I wasn’t ready for her to come yet. I wanted to be inside her when that happened.
I leaned her forward, our bodies moving together. “Lean on the windowsill. You’re going to have to brace against it when I start pounding into you.”
My breath left a trail of goosebumps over her naked shoulder. She followed my orders, her hands leaning on the windowsill and ready for my cock to thrust into her.
I pulled her hips back, her ass round and waiting to slap against me. I had to lift her slightly to position my cock at the entrance to her cunt. She was soaked and ready for me; all I had to do was enter her.
I dipped the tip of my cock inside her, pushing in further and further. The feel of her tight cunt around my length felt delicious as she eagerly ate me up. I grunted with each thrust, relieved to finally be getting what I’d needed all morning.
Melody braced against the window as I’d told her as I started ramming in earnest. Our bodies slapped together as I watched the movement of her sexy ass jump every time I went deep inside her.
“I want you to look out at the kingdom below,” I started, needing to speak through gritted teeth as I continued thrusting to the end of her walls. “I want you to remember that it’s going to be all ours one day. You and me, all ours. You’re going to be Princess of Illium, and you’ll own all this.”
Her head tilted upwards to look outside. I wanted her to know how special she was, that she was going to play a massive part in history. That she wasn’t like any other woman; she was one in a lifetime.
And she was mine.
My cock was squeezed in and out of her.
We were both panting as the excitement built like a rollercoaster. Any moment now and we’d be on the crest of the ride, ready for the fast and intense rush that would take us to the end.
“You own everything out that window,” I puffed. “Tell me what you are.”
“I’m a princess,” she immediately replied with the sexiest breathless voice I’d ever heard. The string of pearls were gently banging on the windowsill every time I thrust into her. They reminded me how damn sensual she was dressed in nothing else besides the tiara.
My fingers gripped onto her hips as I banged harder, my cock about to detonate at any moment. I couldn’t talk any longer; now it was about chasing the orgasm until it was ours.
She was so tight. Her cunt took in my engorged cock easily and welcomed it with a squeeze that made me even harder. The thought of filling her with my cum was enough to push me over the edge.
“Fuck, Mel.”
The orgasm rushed at me quickly as my cock shoved in one final time and filled her with my cum. I filled that cunt with everything I had, coating her with the juice of my love.
For a moment, all I could do was stand still and rub the skin of her hips I had been holding onto. We were far from done, but I was spent for a few seconds as I enjoyed the thrill of the climax. It made every nerve in my body sing with joy, and all my problems were forgotten. It was a moment of pure bliss.
But Melody needed her moment too.
When I was finished, I pulled out of her, my cock hanging between my legs and pressing against the swell of her ass. It was wet and still semi-hard, ready to inflate at any moment once more.
My hands slid around her gorgeous hips until they found the heat of her pussy. I held onto her inner thigh with one hand, making sure her legs remained parted.
My fingers glided between the folds of her pussy lips, still dripping juice after all this time. “I’m going to take care of you now, baby. Just relax and enjoy yourself,” I whispered into her ear.
She instantly leaned against my hand, wanting it harder than I was giving her. I gave in, pressing my fingers against her clit and rubbing hard. She shook and shuddered against me, enjoying the pleasure I was giving her.
“What do you want?” I asked pointedly, needing to hear the words I craved.
“Please,” she moaned in reply.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to climax,” she finally admitted, giving me the thrill of hearing her say the words.
“Come for me, Princess.”
I couldn’t let her hold on any longer. I flicked her clit hard and listened to her hold her breath as she was overcome with the orgasm. She moaned with the sensation that flowed through her, lost to the moment and not thinking about anything else.
My hands left her intimate parts as I turned her around to face me. I pulled her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her perfect figure. Skin-on-skin touch was something special, and I didn’t take that moment for granted one bit.
“I can’t wait to be your princess,” she said quietly.
“You’ll be Illium’s princess. I’m just the one lucky enough to have you in my bed.”
“I’ll do the best job I can.”
I rubbed her back tenderly. “You’ll be amazing, baby. You don’t need to worry about it.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Of course I do. We’ll rule this kingdom with everything we have. And we’ll do it together.”
I guided her over to the plush blanket on the floor and pulled her down with me. There was no way I would let her out of my grip. She was so beautiful; I still couldn’t believe she was mine.
Her head rested on my shoulder, half her body covering mine. My arm wrapped around her, absentmindedly drawing circles on her shoulder. The cool breeze whispered over our skin, soothing the heat from our lovemaking.
“Can I ask you a question?” she said.
“Of course you can. Ask me anything.”
She hesitated for another moment before spitting it out. “Are you scared about the idea of being king one day?”
I let out a laugh. “It’s terrifying. But I’ve been conditioned for it since I was born. For as long as I can remember, I knew I would be ruler of Illium one day. It’s something that is inevitable.”
“Do you want to be king?”
My first instincts were to lie, like I would with anyone else. But Melody deserved a truthful answer, and I would give it to her. “Sometimes I think I do, but most of the time I don’t. It would be nice to have a normal life and not have to worry about t
he lives of millions of people.”
“I think you’ll be a great king, if that makes it any better.”
I hugged her tighter. “It makes all the difference knowing you believe in me. With you by my side, it feels like I can do anything. Even rule Illium.”
“I’ll do anything to help you,” Melody said honestly. I pictured her on the throne next to me, giving me the support I needed to make the most important decisions in the kingdom. She was exactly what I needed, no matter what the future held for us.
“I know,” I replied. If only she knew how close I was to becoming king. Maybe she wouldn’t be as confident in me then. After all, she was probably picturing me being old and wise by the time I took the throne. She didn’t know how sick my father was.
I should have told her then and there.
Why I didn’t was beyond me.
We settled back into silence again, the weight of my secret hanging heavy on my shoulders.
Somehow, we were going to have to sneak out of the turret without anybody knowing what we had been up to. Palace gossip spread quickly, and I didn’t need that kind of attention so close to the wedding.
We would have to leave separately. The smell of sex was still lingering on our skin.
Chapter 5
Richard
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On the way back through the corridors, the first person I ran into was Anna. “Your Majesty, good morning.” There was something wrong; her words were flat. This wasn’t the usual perky Anna that I had come to know over the years.
“The weather’s nice at least. What are you up to today?” I asked as casually as possible. I knew if I pressed her, she would clam up and run off. My first concern was that something was wrong with the wedding plans. The girls were supposed to meet early this morning to discuss the wedding. Melody hadn’t mentioned anything, but we didn’t exactly do much talking in the turret.
“Just working on preparations.” She brushed her blonde hair away from her eyes and wouldn’t meet my gaze.
“Is there something wrong?” Sometimes the most direct approach was the best way to get information from Anna. But I wouldn’t pressure her.
Her gaze finally met mine. “I’m afraid I’ve been having some trouble with Miss Parker.” That was all I needed to hear. I pulled Anna into the closest room I could find and closed the door. This conversation didn’t need to end up in palace gossip.
“What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
“I don’t know if I should be talking to you about this. I know she is your fiancée, and I don’t want to speak out of turn.” The conflict of her decision was eating her up; it was clear in her demeanor.
“Speak freely, Anna. We’ve known each other for ages. You know you can tell me anything,” I urged. If there was a problem, I needed to know what it was.
She struggled a bit longer, fidgeting and looking everywhere else except at me, before finally answering. “She’s being very difficult. Everything I suggest for the wedding she disagrees with. I can’t get anything done, and I’m worried this wedding is going to end up a joke in front of the kingdom. If she continues on like this, nothing will be planned at all.”
“What is she disagreeing about?”
“Everything. The flowers, the bridesmaids, the food, the decorations, the dresses. It’s like she is trying to make sure nothing I suggest will be included. It’s almost like she’s doing it out of spite.” There was no hesitation now; she seemed lighter for telling me.
It was concerning to hear. It wasn’t like the Melody I knew. I’d heard of Bridezillas before, but I never thought Melody would become one. She seemed so easy going, especially when I spoke with her about the wedding plans. In the turret, she seemed as easy as could be.
Perhaps it was right that women changed as soon as they had that magical ring on their finger. “Have you spoken to her about your concerns?”
Anna shook her head; she looked on the verge of tears. “I can’t. She just seems so intent on doing it her way. All tradition and décor is completely going out the window. I’m so afraid this wedding will be a shamble. Your mother would be horrified if she knew what was going on.”
I needed to fix it. After signing those horrible papers this morning, I knew the wedding was the palace’s number one priority at the moment. Anything that threatened to delay it was a problem.
“I’ll talk to her. How does that sound?” I offered. If Anna and Melody couldn’t sort it out between themselves, somebody needed to step in.
“You don’t have to do that. I can continue on and try to sort it out myself.”
“No, it’s okay. We need this wedding to be ready and there is nobody that knows the traditions of this family better than you do. I’ll talk to her today.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Anna hugged me quickly, something she rarely did. It must have been a weight off her shoulders.
We parted ways, but the conversation remained with me. I had a quick shower to clean up from the fun time in the turret and then went to find some lunch. I needed to mull over what I should say to Melody about Anna’s concerns. These things weren’t something I held expertise in.
I had hoped Melody would be in the kitchen too so we could talk casually, but I ate alone. Afterwards, I immediately went to find her. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say to her, but she would have to listen. Nothing could stop this wedding from going as planned. The kingdom needed it too much.
I searched all through the palace before spotting my beautiful fiancée out in the gardens outside. I hurried to her, excited to see her again regardless of the difficult conversation we were about to have.
“Rick!” she exclaimed as she stood. I wrapped her up in my arms before sitting down and pulling her onto my lap. I wanted her as close as possible.
“I hear you’ve been making wedding preparations,” I started.
She rolled her eyes. “There’s so much to go over. The list seems never ending.”
“How are you finding it?”
Melody hesitated, just like Anna did. “It’s okay.” She shifted off my lap to sit beside me. I took her hand in mine and squeezed it, letting her know I was still there. I wondered if she was thinking about our earlier sexy encounter like I was.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s fine. It’s just a lot to take in, that’s all.”
“But everything is being planned? Finalized?” I hated prodding her, but it had to be done. I was the groom. I had to make sure things happened.
“Yes, I think so.”
“Anna said things were progressing slowly, that you didn’t like her ideas.” There it was, on the table. I studied Melody’s expression for telltale signs but she seemed surprised.
“Anna told you that?”
“Yes.”
A fire started to blaze in her eyes. Anger? Embarrassment? Regret? I couldn’t read it. “I’ve never said anything about her ideas.”
“Maybe that’s how she interpreted it.”
“Well, she shouldn’t have done. She’s practically planning everything, right down to the last details.”
“Maybe you could let her know her ideas are good next time you meet with her. That will make her feel better about things.”
Melody stiffened, but her perfect pink lips spread into a smile. “I’ll be sure to do that. Can we please talk about something else now? All the wedding stuff is doing my head in.”
“Of course, baby. How about we talk further in my bedroom? Clothes would not be permitted for this conversation.” I rubbed her back, trying to coax her into saying yes. My dick was hard again just being next to her. It was all I could think about. She needed to be naked and thrashing with pleasure in my bed. I could not get enough of her or her tight little cunt.
Her gaze met mine. “I have heaps of stuff to do. Sorry.”
“I can help you with it later. Whatever you need to do, I’ll do.”
She shook her gorgeously pouting head. “I need to get
it done now.” She stood. “I’ll talk to you later.”
Melody left before I could stop her. I thought about going after her and swooping her up. If I could make her laugh, I could make her horny. But something told me I really should just leave her alone right now.
Clearly, I had said something wrong, but I wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe she really was the Bridezilla Anna said she was and only wanted things her own way. If that were the case, she wouldn’t have appreciated my comments about Anna’s ideas.
