It doesn’t take long.
Before I know it, his cock starts to spasm and I feel a warmness inside of me. He starts to cum, his semen gushing inside of my pussy like a fountain, filling me to the brink and dripping down his cock. It goes on for what seems like forever, an endless torrent of thick cum inundating me as I finally ease myself down and stop moving, allowing my nerves to savor the sweet ecstasy that courses through us both. Still cumming, he hooks his fingers on my waist and thrusts upwards - I let out a surprised moan as the tip of his cock goes as deep as possible, yanking one final orgasm out of my system. I lean forward, grabbing his ankles as flames of indescribable pleasure crash against my body and turn my mind into ashes.
Christ, I can’t even think straight.
I roll to the side, completely spent, and smile as I feel thick strands of cum dripping out of my pussy and down my legs. I hear him moving, but I don’t even open my eyes - he kisses me then, his lips brushing against mine with a gentleness that contrasts with the way we fucked. Because there was nothing gentle about these last minutes - it was pure and unbridled fucking. And God, I loved every single second of it.
I sit up on the floor, my heart still racing, and look at Liam as he stands up.
“So, are you convinced now, love?” He asks me, the Devil’s grin on his face. I grin back at him, fully knowing that I’m in deep trouble now. Why am I always diving into trouble whenever men such as him enter my life?
“Yes… Seems like you convinced me pretty thoroughly, Prince Liam.”
Oh, fuck. What am I doing?
5
Gabriel
New York, the center of the Universe. Somehow, everyone seems to gravitate to this city. But who am I to speak? I’m here too.
I walk inside the hotel, state my name at the front desk, and allow a petite blonde concierge to guide me toward the party. The room is full with small groups talking in joyous tone, and I scan the room trying to find Silas and Becca D’Avington, the hosts and beloved royal couple from St. Penares. They knew I was in New York and, since they were throwing a cocktail party in the city, sent me a personal invitation.
It doesn’t take long for me to find Silas - he towers above the other guests, his imposing frame a match for my own. Impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, he has his arm around his wife’s waist, the two of them happily talking with none other than the former President of the United States, Austin Bain. It’s no surprise that both Silas and Austin get along - after all, they’re cut from the same clot: these two shocked the world with their antics before inevitably settling down and assuming the leadership of their nations.
I walk toward them in a bee line, Silas’ eyes lighting up as he sees me.
“And here he is, Prince Gabriel!” He says loudly, a few heads turning in our direction. I smile at him, taking his hand in mine and shaking it. “Have you met President Austin and his wife, Ashley?”
“I haven’t had the pleasure yet,” I respond, turning my attention to Austin. He looks over his shoulder and calls his wife, the former first lady, before shaking my hand. “It’s an honor to meet the two of you, Mr. President.”
“Likewise, Prince Gabriel,” Ashley, Austin’s wife, says with a kind and confident smile before her husband interrupts.
“Whisky or vodka, Prince?” He asks me nonchalantly, handing me a half-filled glass. “Never mind, just one look at you and I can tell you’re a whisky guy.” It’s true - I do prefer to drink whisky, but I have no earthly idea on how he knows that.
I accept the whisky and exchange some niceties with the two couples, marveling at the way these two guys look at their wives. Silas and Austin, two of the most notorious ladies men the world has ever seen, look at their wives with pure and raw love. They don’t care about other women - and there are a lot of extremely hot women waltzing around here -, they only have eyes for the ones they love. I guess that people can change, indeed.
“So, we’ve heard you’re working with Nadia Moore,” Silas says, his intense eyes focusing on me.
“I am, it’s true. She’s helping me secure foreign investment in Parthenia,” I say somewhat hesitantly. I know that Nadia has a past with both Silas and Austin, and I’m not sure on what they think of her.
“Well,” Austin starts. “You’ve made a good call in working with her. That woman is as tough as nails, I can assure you of that,” he says with a hearty laugh, downing the rest of his whisky and then gently kissing his wife.
“Yeah, seems like it. I’ve heard about… Well, I’ve heard about the situations she was involved in.” I don’t know how to broach the subject, but I’m aware of Nadia’s turbulent past. She tried to mess with both Silas and Austin before, and I don’t want to end up on her crosshairs as well.
“Nadia’s been through a lot, no doubt,” Silas says, placing his hand on my shoulder. “But listen, mate, don’t worry about that. She has changed. I think she has actually managed to turn her life around. For fuck’s sake, she’s heading a charity now! And, besides, she has always been one of the most competent women I’ve ever known. You’re in good hands, mate.”
“Thank you, Silas,” I tell him, feeling more at ease with the whole situation.
“And, besides,” Austin interrupts, “she still looks hot as fuck. Have you seen her?” Ashley frowns and looks at him with an expression of disapproval, but he simply shrugs unapologetically.
“Wait - she’s here?” I ask, immediately scanning the crowd and trying to find her.
“Of course!” Austin says. “In fact, me and Ash were just talking with her a few minutes ago.”
I don’t know why, but just knowing that she’s somewhere around here is enough to make my heart beat faster. Images of our meeting flash through my mind, and my cock twitches as I remember how desire raged through me back in her office. Damn, I have to take a deep breath, trying not to be overwhelmed by the memories of how it felt to touch her perfect body. After all, walking around with a raging erection would probably do no good for my image as a Royal.
“I’m going to look for her then,” I announce, gently smiling at the two couples and bowing out. I mesh with the crowd, looking everywhere for Nadia - luckily, I’m almost a head taller than everyone else, so it’s not exactly a hard task.
The moment I spot her, my heart becomes tighter inside my chest. For a second I almost forget the duty I have toward my nation. I have to take another deep breath and regain my focus, pushing the desire I feel for her to the back of my mind.
She’s sitting at the bar by herself, a margarita in her hands and a tight black dress hugging her irresistible curves. I walk in her direction and, propping my elbows up on the counter, ask the bartender for another whisky.
“Prince Gabriel?” She asks, surprised.
“In the flesh. You didn’t think Silas would throw a party and leave me out, did you? But I am surprised to see you here.”
“I can imagine,” she says, turning her attention to the margarita. “But Silas is not a vindictive man. Me and him… We’ve managed to look past everything that happened in St. Penares. You might find it hard to believe, Gabriel, but I’m not the woman I used to be…”
I take a sip out of my whisky, pondering on her words. Both Silas and Austin believe she has changed… And, really, what if she hasn’t changed? Why should that be of importance? I just want her help concerning Parthenia, nothing else. At least that’s what I try telling myself… Because, in the end, I can’t look away from her. I have always been professional, and I take pride in that… But whenever I’m close to her, it’s as if my blood starts to boil.
“I believe you,” I tell her, gently smiling. “After all, these guys did change. And if they can turn their lives around, anyone can.” I move closer to her, placing my hand on top of hers. Desire crawls under my skin as I feel her warmness against my fingers. “You’re a good woman, Nadia. I can feel it.”
I expect a smile from her, or a look of thankfulness. Instead, I get none of that - there’s just a sull
en silence as she gazes into her drink, her eyes glazed as if she’s lost in thought.
“I’m a fraud,” she finally says, the tone of her voice so low I can barely hear her.
“What? What are you saying?”
“I’m a fraud, Gabriel,” she continues, looking into my eyes. “I haven’t changed… I didn’t go down the charity route because of the kindness inside my heart. I… I’m just trying to save my image. Do you know how it’s like to be seen as the evil and wicked woman wherever you go? I’m tired of that… But I haven’t changed. I’m just trying to present people another side of me. But it’s all a hoax. It isn’t true. It isn’t genuine.” I sit there in silence, my eyes locked on her as she continues. “And I do feel bad about all of it… But I must do it. I have to survive, Gabriel.”
What do you say to something like that? I never expected the conversation to turn so somber this quickly. Still, with my hand on hers, I gently squeeze her fingers.
“Hey. I get it. I really do.” How can I judge her after everything she has been through? Demonized by the media everywhere she went… And all because she didn’t like to be used and discarded by the men in her life. No woman should have to go through that. “And, Nadia, just the fact that you’re telling me these things… For me, it’s proof enough that you’re not the devil some people tried to paint you as.”
A tiny and hesitant smile dawns on her lips then, and she squeezes back my hand.
“Thank you.”
“Just forget about all that. Time solves everything. Besides, we have the gala to focus on… That will keep you busy,” I say with a kind smile. She looks down at her drink, running her fingers around the edge of the glass as I continue. “And, if you had any doubts about it… You did the right thing by sticking with me and not Liam. That guy only means trouble.”
“Yes, I guess,” she says meekly, not taking her eyes out of the drink. I place one finger under her chin, making her look back at me. I stare into her soulful eyes and, forgetting all about honor and duty, lean in for the kiss. The moment our lips touch, I know there’s no going back.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper at her, a smile on her lips as my words reach her.
“Thank you… For understanding.” Smiling, she places one hand on my chest and lets it slide down my chest. My heart starts to drum wildly, and then her words seal the deal. “Let’s get out of here,” she repeats, getting up from the stool.
I say nothing - I simply smile back and follow after her, desire my only compass.
6
Nadia
The moment we step inside my apartment, it’s on. He pins me against the wall, his hands on my waist as he presses his mouth against mine. We kiss wildly, the air around us charged with electricity. Escaping from his hold, I grab him by his shirt and, with a confident grin, start walking across the hallway. He follows me and, knowing that he can’t look away from my body, I sway my ass teasingly as I walk.
Feeling my heart beating faster and faster, I guide across the living room and towards my bedroom. We step inside, and I simply let go - turning on my heels, I surrender to Gabriel’s embrace, our mouths tightly pressed against each other once more. With his hands on my waist again, he takes two steps forward, making the back of my knees meet the edge of my bed.
I fall on top of the mattress, looking up at him with hungry eyes. Grinning, he climbs on top of the bed with cat-like movements, coming for me with a predator’s intent. There’s a grin on my lips, one that betrays the rapid beating of my heart. As he presses his body on top of mine, my hands go to his waist and I pull him into me.
I feel a bulging between his legs, a massiveness that makes my insides clench. My pussy starts to grow wet, my juices soaking my thong as images of what's to come flash through my mind. Raising my head, I reach for his mouth; but instead of kissing me, he looks at me with burning eyes and grabs my hair. He pulls on it, making me throw my head back as he forces me to bare my neck to him. I close my eyes by instinct and, the moment I do, I feel his full lips against my skin.
He kisses my neck, his lips caressing my flesh with a gentle touch. My mind succumbs to him, a maddening craving for his body making the gears inside my brain turn faster. I try to reach for his mouth with my own, but his fingers on my hair hold me in place. I'm his captive, the unsuspecting victim of his lips - and I love it.
I breathe out against his ear, my hands running down to his lower back. Grabbing at the fabric and pulling it, I untuck his crisp white shirt with one jerking motion. The moment I feel his warm skin under my fingertips, a lustful heat spreads from between my thighs to all my limbs.
He lets go of my hair then, both his hands going to my face as he looks deep into my eyes. For an instant - I can't tell if one second or one minute - I stare back, losing myself in the way he looks at me. There's desire there, but not the simple and naive kind - no, Gabriel’s desire is a hardened and veteran one. The desire in his eyes tell me that, even though he has been with more women than I dare imagine, he stills wants me bad. And that... Well, that's what makes it so damn good: he looks at me with true craving, as if he had never met a woman such as me.
What woman doesn't want to feel special? I know I do. There’s no use in lying - and there’s no shame in it too. We all want to feel special. Of course, any man can tell you that you are oh-so-special and oh-so-beautiful... But only a man such as Gabriel will make you feel truly special. Because it's not about the words. It's not about flowers or serenades. It's about intent - raw, untamable and, sometimes, even furious in its genuineness. And in his eyes, I see all that.
And this is, of course, the reason I'm as wet as the Mississippi.
My hands go his chest, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and I start opening them one by one. Finally, my knuckles brushing against the hard lines of his pectorals, he leans into me and presses his lips against mine. I close my eyes, surrendering to the electric thunderstorm that invades me at once. I open my mouth and start kissing him wildly, my tongue jabbing at his and wrestling against it as my heart pounds wantonly.
With my fingers trembling, I get tired from unbuttoning his shirt and simply pull on it, untucking the front as I rip it open. He pulls back from my kiss and, as he takes his shirt off, I can’t help but stare at the immaculate perfection of his muscles. They’re taut and strong, bulging as he moves. Oh, just seeing his hard and manly chest makes me start imagining what kind of massiveness he has hidden in his pants. Thought precedes action and, as such, my hands dart to his crotch and I flatten my open palm against it. Underneath his pants I feel his cock pulsing with raw energy, a thick member aching to be set free. Oh, I’m happy to oblige.
I unbuckle his belt and start to unbutton his pants, his cock straining against his boxer briefs and pushing against the back of my hand. As I hook my fingers on the hem of his underwear, he leans into me again, and I let my hands go around his waist and rest them on his lower back. I start pushing his boxers down, my fingertips brushing against the soft skin of his buttocks.
“You sure don’t like to wait,” he says, grinning at me wickedly.
“I sure don’t,” I shoot back, still trying to push his boxer briefs down his ass.
“Tough luck,” he almost growls, grabbing my wrists and pinning me down on the mattress. “Because I sure as hell enjoy taking my time.”
With that, he presses his mouth against mine, his tongue sliding inside my mouth at once. He keeps holding my wrists, keeping me in place as we kiss. I’m not one to remain quiet, though. I can’t move my arms, but I sure as hell can move my hips - and that’s exactly what I do. Rocking my body, I grind against him harshly, my dress hiking up to my waist as I press my crotch against his hard cock.
He doesn’t fight back - instead, he lets go of my wrists and takes his hands to my shoulders. Pulling down on the straps of my dress, he sends the fabric down my arms and bares my chest, my black lace bra jumping into view. Our kiss ends in an instant and, before I can even blink, he starts
kissing me down my neck. His lips trace a downward line towards my cleavage, eventually caressing the curves of my breasts.
I can’t help but moan in a subdued fashion, my hard nipples feeling oppressed by the fabric of my bra. As if he could read my thoughts, he slides his hands between the mattress and my back and, with a quick flick of his fingers, unhooks my bra. I arch my back and pull it out, the cool air in the room lapping at my nipples and making my skin prickle in excitement.
After throwing my bra somewhere to the floor, I run my hands through his hair and curl my fingers around stray locks. Then, I guide him toward where I want him - where I need him - and he wraps his lips around my hard, rosy tips. I exhale softly as he laps at my right nipple with the tip of his tongue, sucking on it at the same time. With one hand, he grabs my other breast, squeezing it hard. I don’t even need to grab his hair anymore - he’s doing it willingly, guided by the ocean of desire his hard cock has unleashed inside of him.
My hands go to his waist and, once more, I try and pull down his pants and underwear. I can’t do it from the position I’m in, so I content myself with flattening the palm of my hand against his navel and sliding it all the way down. My fingers go under the hem of his boxer briefs and, in an instant, I’m grabbing something so thick and massive that my head starts spinning. Oh, I can’t wait to have his cock buried deep inside of me- just knowing that it still isn’t happening is almost an unbearable torture.
The moment he lets go of my breasts and pulls back to catch his breath, I take the opportunity to send his pants flying down to his knees. He simply grins at me, his eyes never leaving mine as I grab his boxers and push them down as well, his cock springing free and ready for some action.
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