Grinning I move up so I’m hovering over his face. “Like this?”
“Turn and face my cock. I want you all over me.”
I nod, twisting around, nearly ready to orgasm just from his words. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he buries his face between them. I moan softly as his tongue laps over every part of me. Lathan grips my waist, pulling me down, so I grind into him, rubbing my pussy and clit against his teeth, his tongue, his lips. Throwing my head back, I balance myself by clenching my own tits, crying out when he tugs on my piercing.
“Oooh, Lathan,” I moan, literally trembling as my orgasm explodes deep within me. “Oh, fuck. Oh, I missed you…” I whisper. “So much.”
Lathan doesn’t respond, but sits up pushing me onto my knees. He presses his face between my legs again, sucking my sensitive flesh. “I love how you taste. It’s my drug, my sweet poison.”
I nod, pressing my face against a throw pillow. He enters me roughly causing me to gasp as his cock fills me up. Oh, it’s so good.
“You should see this, Delaney. You should see how stunning your ass is, how good your pussy looks stretched around my cock. Can you feel my piercing hitting your sweet spot? Can you come a second time for me?”
“Mm hmm, yes. I feel it. I love it.”
Reaching forward, he grips my neck, kissing the side of my face. “I love you.”
I nod, moaning loudly.
“You trust me?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Good. Look at me.”
I twist my face slightly, surprised to see his phone in his hand. “What are you doing?”
“Recording this moment. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s just for us.”
“Okay.”
Lathan smiles. “I need you to ride me.”
We quickly switch positions, and as I straddle him, I guide his cock inside of me. As I begin to move, a seductive grin spreads slowly across Lathan’s lips.
“I love how your tits bounce when we make love. They are so perfect.” He reaches up, gently caressing one. “Would you consider piercing your nipples for me?”
Twisting one between my fingers, I grin. “Would you like that?”
“It would only add to your perfection.”
“I will, my prince. If you will come with me and watch.”
I notice how his Adam’s apple moves slowly in his throat. “I would like that very much.”
“Then we’ll go tomorrow. What will you do for me?”
“Whatever you wish.”
“We’ll discuss.”
He nods. “May I?” He lifts the phone to me. “I want you to watch this later so you understand how fucking incredible you are. Only then might you understand my obsession.”
“You may.”
He turns the recording on again, and I do my best to block it out, and focus on getting off again. It’s so sexy he wants to record us. It turns me on even more than I thought I could be. Hovering above him, I move up so that his cock is almost out, then rotate in a circular motion, noticing his heavy breathing, before sliding down again. I continue this movement several times, then go all out, leaning back and bouncing up and down as fast as I can. The ball bearings in his dick, hit my insides perfectly, creating the perfect weight, the best sensation, and it isn’t long before I convulse with yet another orgasm.
Lathan flips me over onto my back and hands me the phone. “Keep recording.” He spreads my legs far apart and slides his cock inside of me again, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “You have the sweetest pussy ever. It is such an indulgence to be inside of you, to fuck you with my love.”
I nod, keeping the recording on his dick as it slides in and out of me.
“Isn’t it beautiful, the way we fit together so nicely?”
I nod again, breathing hard.
“Say it, Delaney, tell me how you love my cock.”
“I love it, Lathan. It’s so perfect, so big.”
“I’m gonna come for you, because of you, inside of you. Then I’m going to take the phone from you and record this sweetest pussy as everything I left in you drips out.”
Okay wow. I grin. We’ve reached a whole new level of dirty talk. A moment later, he throws his head back, tensing against my body as he releases inside of me. Without missing a beat, he takes the phone, slowly pulling out of me. He has a huge grin on his face, and I’ve decided his new nickname should be the kinky prince.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, then looks at me. “Absolutely beautiful.” He turns the recording off and pulls me up into his arms, kissing me sweetly. “You are perfection, my sweet Delaney. I couldn’t have invented a better match if I created her myself. You offer more to me than my imagination would have allowed.”
“I just love you, Lathan, so much I would do anything to make you happy. I’ll pierce my tits, I’ll move to another country, I’ll let you record our sex life every night if you want. Whatever makes you happy.”
“In your arms, I know I can be myself. In the privacy of our bedroom, I can do and say all the things that turn me on. You let me be the man I need to be, without shame or reproach, so for that, here is what I will do for you.” He cups my cheek. “I submit to your every demand and desire. While the whole of my country bows to me, I will bow to you.”
“Lathan…”
“I will name a park or a street or a province after you. I will build a castle in your honor. I will have your image sculpted and put on the pedestal you deserve. I will fight a war to keep you safe if I must. I will make laws to please you. You have my ear, my heart, and my very soul in your tender grasp. Use your power as you wish.”
“You are so sweet.” Placing my hand on his cheek, I lean forward and kiss him softly. “A long time ago, we talked about fate.”
“We did.”
“I didn’t know if I could believe that you and I were meant to be together. There seemed to be so many odds, so many reasons why it wouldn’t work, but here we are.”
“Yes, here we are.”
“I am so proud of you. I know the decision to invite me into your world must have been a difficult one. I know we’ll face some challenges, but it’s amazing that you want to go through this with me.”
“I tried to convince myself that I could go on without you. I thought I could be normal, like all the others in my family. I thought about what I would be asking you to give up for a life with me, and I worried that I was not a good trade.” He smiles. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you, not for one minute. Everywhere I went, I thought about what you would think of it, would you like it. So I talked to my cousin, Tristan, and then my mother, who told me that if I loved you then they would love you. They reminded me that I’ll be the king and kings can do whatever the bloody hell they like.” I laugh softly as he continues. “But more importantly they all reminded me that I am Lathan. I have never followed a rule in my life, so why should I start now with my heart at stake? My darling, I was, and still am, a rebellious man. I believe that I was always meant to be different than the rest, so how fitting to fall in love with you, a woman so different than the rest. Yes, we will have our challenges. There will be days you don’t like me, things we must do that we’d rather not, but as long as I breathe, there will be passion, and love, and romance, and the dirtiest, filthiest, most mind blowing sex of our lives.” He takes my hand, holding it to his heart. “Are you still mine in rebellion, my sweet?”
Leaning forward, I kiss him softly. “All of me, my prince.”
As Delaney sleeps in my arms, I stare at the ceiling, the most content I’ve ever been. It won’t be easy, but I am sure it will be worth it. Meeting her parents later is the first obstacle, pulling her from Fallyn, the second. I thought it would be more difficult to get her to put her job on hold, but she was more than ready to. I stroke her hair, kissing the top of her head. Her transition from an American woman to a Havendonian princess will begin in two short days. For today, I just want to enjoy her, Boston, and our last t
aste of this country for a while.
She stirs in my arms, then looks up at me and smiles. “What time is it?”
“Nearly eight.”
“Only six hours of sleep.”
I chuckle. “I kept you up late trying to gorge myself on your lovely flesh.”
“Did you get your fill?”
“Never.”
“Good. You can have more later.” She sits up slightly. “So, the plan for today, I was thinking we could eat at my favorite place for lunch, go to the tattoo parlor, come back here and make out for a while, or visit your apartment, then prepare ourselves for dinner with the fam.”
“Excellent idea. I’d like to see my place just to check in.”
“Fine with me.” She rolls over opening her nightstand drawer and pulling out a small black bag made of velvet. “These are yours.”
“Thank you.”
“I kept them near me and every night I would kiss them and wish for you to come back,” she smiles, “and you did.”
“Your wish came true, and in the process, mine.”
“You want some coffee?”
“Yes, but I will make it. You stay here and relax.”
“Um, okay.”
“We’ll start breaking you into your new life.”
“You’ll bring me coffee in bed every day?”
I laugh. “On the contrary. Neither of us will do anything for ourselves anymore.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Not at all.” I kiss her cheek. “You won’t clean, shop, prepare, or lift a finger. Every need, every desire will be met for you.”
“That’s gonna take a lot of getting used to.”
“Yes. You sure you’re up for it?”
“Being waited on hand and foot? I think I’ll manage.”
I laugh. “You’ll be fine.” I kiss her nose. “Be right back.”
Climbing out of bed, I walk the approximate five steps to her tiny kitchen. The enormity of her new home will blow her mind. Her apartment could fit in it ten thousand times. Maybe more. While I wait for the coffee to brew, I lean against the counter, considering what I’ll say to her parents tonight. I’ve never even met them, and now I’ll be asking permission to take her to a foreign country. This should go over just fine.
After finding two mugs, I fill them and walk them back to my beauty waiting for me. She smiles and suddenly I don’t need the sun anymore. She is all the light I need.
“Mmm, thank you,” she murmurs, inhaling the aroma. “Is the coffee good in Havendon?”
“Yes, very good. Strong and rich, more like Italian espresso.”
“Sounds divine. So, I’ll wake up and someone will bring me coffee?”
“We’ll prepare a schedule for your staff to fo—”
“I’m sorry. My staff?”
I nod. “Your staff. You have yours and I have mine.”
She sips her coffee. “I really am a celebrity.”
I laugh. “Indeed.”
“What will people call me? Just Delaney, right?”
“For now. The media will likely call you The American, or they might nickname you, but it will be flattering if they do. Most people will not use your name, but call you madam. If we marry, you’ll be Her Royal Highness Princess Delaney.”
She grins. “Her Royal Highness, that’s pretty badass.”
I laugh. “It is. You will learn these things, but once you’re a member of the royal family, no one can touch you without your permission, not even your hand. No one will address you unless you speak to them first. Men will bow and women will curtsy. You can decide on the level of interaction you want with the public. I am known for being very accessible, obviously, while Arlan is considered the loner. He is shy in public, standoffish. I allow the occasional selfie. It just depends on you and what makes you feel comfortable.”
She nods. “So do I call you Your Royal Highness or Prince Lathan?”
I lift her hand and kiss it. “You may call me whatever you wish, my darling.”
“Well, I guess I meant in public.”
“Ophelia will cover these details, but in summary, it largely depends on who you’re speaking to and why. Until a specific date that we will agree upon, no one will hear your lovely voice.”
“Got it. No public talking.”
“You won’t be in public at all. You will stay at Havendon House until we’re ready to publicly introduce you. It could be months.”
She nods, but her eyebrow raises. “Months. In a room all by myself?”
“Havendon House is not a room. It’s a palace. You will have full access to the gardens, the swimming pool, every room. There is a music room, a library, even a theater for watching films. Your staff will be there to tend to your needs, and Ophelia will be with you most of the day. Of course, I will be with you every night. It’s just very important that no one knows of your arrival until we’re ready.”
“Oh.” She smiles. “How will you get back and forth without anyone knowing?”
“I’ll show you when we get home.” I reach out and touch her hand. “I do hope you can consider it your home when you get there. I want you to love it as I do.”
“I want to love it, but honestly, I just want to be where you are.”
I set my coffee cup down. “I don’t know if I can find a way to express how much it means to me. I was so afraid to fall in love with you, believing it could never work, but I underestimated your bravery, and my own. If I knew you would be strong enough for the both of us, I would have let myself fall the first time I wanted to.”
“When was that?”
“The night you let me kiss you.”
She tilts her head. “You only knew me for three weeks.”
“I know, but I also know I have never, not once, considered chasing a woman down the street, much less actually done it. I was just compelled to be with you, to look in your eyes again, and then when I caught you, well, kissing you was the only reasonable action after such a show.”
“That was a pretty awesome show.”
“It was a pretty awesome kiss.”
“They always are.”
Leaning forward, I kiss her softly. “Thank you.”
“For?”
“Trusting me. I won’t let you down. I will protect you, care for you, and love you always.”
“Well, then I guess I’ll thank you for the same thing. Thank you for trusting that I can do this. I’ll do everything I can to fit in and complement your life.”
“I have no doubt.”
“Shower?” she asks.
“Yes, but first, shall we get a little dirtier?”
“We’re plenty dirty from last night. Wouldn’t you prefer freshly cleansed pussy.”
I throw my head back in laughter. “There’s that mouth.”
“My Boston is showing,” she says, laughing. “That’s how Fallyn and I joke about it.”
“I like your Boston.” I crawl across the bed to her as she puts her coffee mug down. “Now, sweet Delaney, I’m going to make love to you, with unbrushed teeth, coffee breath, and remnants of last night’s lovemaking still evident. Let’s be adventurous, shall we?”
She laughs. “We shall.”
Hours later, after showering, getting dressed, and straightening up from last night, we’re ready to head out for the day. The weather is beautiful today, but still chilly. Once outside, I take her hand in mine, enjoying it while I can. There will be no public affection back home, save for the occasional cheek peck.
“I’m happy to be back in Boston. I missed it.”
“I’ve lived my entire life in this state.”
“I know.”
“How often can we come back?”
“Very often, my darling.”
“That’s good.” She looks down at her watch. “Well, my appointment is coming up. Want to walk over to the tattoo shop?”
“You’re sure about doing this for me?”
She nods. “I love that I can give you something so private.
Only the two of us will know about it.”
We stop walking as I pull her close. “I will be constantly turned on knowing they are there and that you did it as a gift to me.”
“I think it’s hot.”
I laugh as we walk on. “So do I. Did we decide what I could do for you?”
“I don’t think so. You’re already pierced.”
“I have an idea. I’ll have to discuss it with the artist when we get there.”
“Ooh, a mystery.” I laugh as she swings my hand. “Will you tell me some of the naughty things you’ve done?”
“Sure. What would you like to know?”
“The absolute worst thing.”
“Besides having my pierced penis on every female’s phone in the country?”
She laughs. “Um, right. Second worst thing.”
“Hmm. Probably smoking weed with Tristan in the castle.”
“You smoked weed?”
“For many years.” I bow my head slightly. “No longer though.”
“That’s hilarious. What else?”
“There was the time when I was eighteen that for a solid four months I demanded that my theme song be played whenever I went out in public.”
“You did not?”
“I did, and since I’m a prince, it had to be done. I would walk into a restaurant and immediately the music would change.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask, but what was your song choice?”
I grin. “Hypnotize by Notorious B.I.G.”
Delaney bursts into laughter. “I cannot imagine.”
“Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can’t you see…” I sing, making her laugh even harder.
“All sorts of hidden talents in you.”
“I told you I was rebellious.”
“What else would shock me?”
“On a monthly basis, I would sneak off to some other country and, well, partake in what that country had to offer me, whatever debauchery I could get my hands on. My alias was Kenneth Cole.”
“Kenneth Cole? Like the designer?”
“Yes. I liked the name.”
“Funny.”
“Yes, until I got busted in Amsterdam. I ran into my father’s good friend and he told on me. My father’s people showed up the next morning and forced me to come home.”
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