Pierce_Perfectly Bad_a Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance

by Alice May Ball

  “You’re going to give me many beautiful children and endless nights of love, and I’m going to give you the kingdom to reign in the throne alongside me, as my queen.”

  “What will be my duties?”

  “Mostly ceremonial, though some charity work. But your main and most demanding obligations will be in being fucked senseless by me, and fucking me senseless in return.”

  “You didn’t lay that out in terms when you proposed.”

  “Are you looking to renegotiate?”

  “Well, let’s try it your way for a few decades and we’ll see.”

  And he bowed, very nicely, “As it please your royal highness.”

  And then he lifted me by the waist. My legs wrapped around him and the scent of him filled my head, as the massive strength of him overcame my body. Holding me with one arm, he unzipped the dress. then he kissed me.

  The dress was slipping down as he nibbled my ear. His hand, supporting my ass did some exploring while he held me, but my attention was on his lips as the slipped down my neck, along my throat and down to my breasts.

  I gasped and held his head to me as he slipped his tongue into my bra. He teased around my aureole, hardening my little bud, making it sensitive. And then he scooped his long, agile tongue into the other bra cup and did it all again.

  The straps of my bra had slipped off my shoulders. My back stretched and I sighed loudly as he teased my breast. My body jerked. Crackles of tingling sensation started in me as he gave tantalizing tugs on my breast and my nipple with his lips and he flicked with his tongue.

  My hips ground against the hard ridges of his stomach and I became impatient. I had waited since I was a little girl to be found by a prince. I never expected it to be a real prince. But now, now that I had been found, and claimed, and my real prince had me, I couldn’t wait another moment for him. I wanted him to truly have me. Hard. Fast. And now.

  The look in his eye and his low growling breath told me that he had the same idea.

  Rose petals billowed as he slung me onto the bed.

  His eyes glowed golden and amber and his thick mobile lips nibbled and foraged all over my trembling skin as he unwrapped me. Each fresh patch of skin, every curve and crevice had his wet, loving kiss. A nip or a nibble. And a grin where he showed his teeth.

  He rolled my white dress down until it just covered my thighs and my ass. He squeezed and kissed and sucked my breasts. I had never been naked with him before. My hard nipples sent crackling rivers of tingling through my body. My shoulders shook. My ass clenched and my thighs tensed as my hips drove up against whatever part of him was near. A knotted arm. A rock-hard thigh. The ripples of his velvety abs. His bulging chest.

  Then. His chin. His mouth.

  He undressed the rest of me, unwrapped my lower half almost entirely using his teeth.

  Dreamily I stroked his hair and jammed my fingers in it as he planted his lips on the front of my panties. He made an ‘O’ over my hood to suck, rhythmically on my clit. Letting his tongue out to tickle and tease. Downward.

  “You won’t be able to get my panties off with just your teeth.”

  His grin was evil as he peered up from between my thighs. “Don’t need to.” And, with his big white teeth, he ripped them.

  His tongue took me and drove me. The length of his tongue writhed and curled, finding parts inside me that I didn’t even know myself. The big part, he knew damned well. The tip of his tongue stretched to open the folds either side. Then raked down and back up. Taunting.

  His hands grasped and squeezed my ass, cupping and kneading my cheeks. His endless tongue lashed the inside of me all around the spot. I squirmed and writhed to get him to it as my breaths rose. Flashing currents inside me sent gasps and moans louder. Deeper. High inside me he flicked and tricked, and he waited as my waves rose to a brim.

  My toes curled and my hands clawed at the sheets. Slamming. Sending rose petals to flutter in the shafts of golden evening light.

  Then, I was brimming over. My dams were all past the point of no return. And then he trilled and drilled on my secret spot and I gushed.

  “Oh, My prince! My husband,” and he pressed all the way up. When his lips were squashed against my wings, he sucked while his tongue shook inside me.

  My ass rolled and clenched. My back stretched and I sank as he pushed harder. Higher. “My God!” My thighs clamped at the sides of his head, “What are you doing to me?”

  My body curled up around him. Then I flopped, trembling, spread on my back.

  He fed me canapés and champagne and I bathed in his smile as he soothed me. I couldn’t believe how my life had spun on a dime. I’d gone from rags to royal. Overnight. I still couldn’t take it in.

  But there was something I was eager to take in. He stood to peel off his gorgeous white shirt and, as I marveled at the strength and grace of his muscular body, my eye couldn’t stay completely away from his divine ass. And the pulsing mass of his majestic cock.

  I remembered how it had felt burrowing into my throat. It was such a stretch I thought it would be bound to choke me. But into my poor little virgin pussy? That monster? I thought my wedding day was bound to be the day of my death, too. But what a way to go. Split in two by his immense royal spike.

  “Now, my princess bride,” I didn’t think I would ever get tired of hearing him say that, “I want to make you come while I give you my royal seed.” He looked in my eye as he yanked open his belt and unbuttoned his pants. “We’re going to make lots and lots of royal babies, you and I.”

  He leaned forward as he slid off his pants and his boxers together. When he stood, his cock was a marvel to behold. Fat and reddening, it bobbed like an extra arm. Rose petals drifted into the air and fluttered as he climbed onto the canopy bed and came toward me on all fours.

  “We’re going to make little princes and princesses.” He kissed me as he slipped of the remains of my panties and lifted my legs apart. As he moved between my thighs they shuddered.

  “So,” his breath was warm and sweet. His body propped on his elbows. He made me feel tiny as his big hands lifted my ass. His eyes held mine. “So, Princess Serena,” I gasped, “This is your first time, isn’t it?”

  A little tear slipped out of the corner of my eye. He frowned. I smiled and shook my head. I wanted him to know it was a tear of joy. I knew. Because I never shed one of those before.

  I kissed him. “My prince,” I told him, “Take me now.”

  He nodded. As my hands slid to grip his ass, I whispered, “Only, please?” His eyebrows lifted, “Please,” I begged him, “Don’t be too gentle with me.”

  My weeping petals were soft and swollen as the slick head of his cock probed, carefully. Considerately. With each cautious prod, I gasped at the prospect of it piercing me, breaking and entering into me.

  I felt the tension as my Royal warrior held himself back. “Are you ready?”

  My legs were around his back. My arms held and hugged his neck. I pitched my hips to slam my pelvis into his. He penetrated me and the force made me laugh and cry at the same time.

  Holding onto his body like the underside of a bridge, I let my little flower have her way. I tore myself open on his rod and rocked my pelvis to bang into his. My walls, my petals all gripped him as I impaled myself on his monster.

  My face and neck were red and my eyes could barely open, though his adoring face was bathed in delight as I rolled my hips along his hard rail and took him all the way inside me. When his balls slapped against my wet ass, I gasped and nodded. “Yes,” I shouted, “Come on,” and that was all he needed.

  He pushed me up the bed, into the sea of petal-covered pillows as he hammered his brutal rod all the way inside me.

  I felt the well of swirling sensations gather as his face reddened. My nails tore at his back and I rocked, bruising his pelvis with my ass. His cock slammed and sawed high, fast and deep. My mouth stretched open and my eyes bulged. He speeded up.

  Pulsing ripples started at the base
of his cock. He buried it deeper inside me. Deeper than I tough was possible. I squirmed on the bed, my heels hammering and shoving the sheets.

  In a haze of drifting rose petals and the dark scents of our bodies, his voice was dark and gruff. “Darling! My love! My princess!”

  “Yes! My Prince! My Husband! My Lover! COME ON!” and his cock was relentless as his hot seed pumped in pounding blasts like a fountain inside me.

  The honey colored light from the window picked out his eyes and some stray curls of hair. He stroked my face. “Are you happy, my princess?”

  “I will be.” I told him.

  “When?”

  “When we can do that again.”

  Crown Prince Hugo

  Y FATHER the king, I loved him. And he was my father. And when the time came, I had an even stronger reason to mourn his passing.

  With him gone, I had to take on the full responsibility of the kingdom that I had created. It was lucky for me that I had such a wise, kindly and gorgeous wife as my support. She makes a great queen. And fucking a queen two to five times a day is even better than fucking my princess ever was.

  Her father’s debts – he worked them off in no time by reinstating all the clocks in the royal palace. Then he became the Astronomer Royal and timepieces are one of Enormia’s principal exports.

  And they all lived…

  HE TWINS, Princess Candace and Princess Euphoria were conceived in those joyful moments on the day of the Royal wedding. The kingdom of Enormia was blessed with a time of peace and prosperity, and a line of four princesses and five princes were born to the joyful Royal couple.

  King Hugo and Queen Serena enjoyed a long and happy reign over a prosperous and peaceful kingdom while, in the long nights, her rending cries of ecstasy and his urgent proclamations of love echoed through the palace daily until dawn.

  nd they all lived Happily Ever After

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