Claimed Princess
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“Carlos.” The one word is like gasoline on a fire, and it takes all my strength not to lose control.
As I pull my hand from her panties, she lets out a sound of disappointment. But I bring a finger up to my lips and suck it before I offer it to her. The taste of her pussy on my tongue makes me wild with need, but seeing her full, lush lips wrap around my finger and suck her own pussy juice off of it is more erotic than anything I’d ever dreamed of.
“How do you like your taste?” I ask as I slip my hand into her panties and start rubbing her again.
“It’s so dirty,” she says, closing her eyes and raising her hips for more. Submitting to me. I know it isn’t in her nature, but I love that only her king can bring it out in her. She will ever only do it for me.
“It’s primal to want the flavor of yourself and your love mixed together. I’ve become an animal with you, and I can’t find a way to stop it.”
“So don’t.” Her eyes open and connect with mine as I rub her clit harder and she bears down on my hand.
I stop my motions and grip her panties, yanking them hard and ripping them from her body. In one swift move I’m between her legs and sucking on her pussy. The sticky honey of her desire coats my mouth as I eat her. She squeezes her thighs together and nearly comes off the bed, but I pin her down with both hands and keep licking her.
I moan as she grips my hair, and I feel even more of her sweet juices coat me. I pull back and suck one lip into my mouth and then the other before going back to the middle in long, firm licks.
“Carlos, oh God.”
I don’t say anything or demand her body to do something for me. She’ll cum when she wants, and I’ll be here to bask in the pleasure of it.
Her whole body tightens, and then she screams as she climaxes. I kiss the insides of her thighs softly as she rides the wave of pleasure. Once she’s panting and her legs fall completely open, I know she’s sated. But instead of moving away, I lie there, with my head on her thigh, petting her cunt.
“Are you going to stay there all day?” Heavenly asks, looking down at me.
I smile and kiss the top of her pussy. “Yes.”
And I do. I lie there and eat her pussy into orgasm four more times until she begs me to stop. It’s on the last one that I realize she’s taken off her top and bra, leaving her almost naked except for the skirt bunched around her waist. Her hair’s a mess against the blanket, and her body is covered in a sheen of sweat. And even though I’ve taken my nice fill of her sweetness, I still want to lick every inch of her body and taste all those places, too.
Her eyes are closed as I stand from the bed and stare down at her. She must have passed out after the last one, so I reach over and pull the other side of the blanket on top of her to make sure she’s covered.
I stand there for who knows how long, just looking at her in my bed. The sight of it eases something inside me, and I don’t want to go. But I must. If I stand here much longer I’ll move back between her silky thighs and never leave.
Instead, I walk over to the desk in the corner of the room and write her a note. I leave it on the bed beside her and kiss her cheek before I force myself to walk away.
I close the door behind me and go to the room across the hall. It’s dark and empty, and immediately I miss the smell of Heavenly. I lie back on the bed and ignore the throbbing ache of my cock. I’ve been pretending it isn’t there for hours, so this is really no different.
I could take myself in my hand and give him some kind of release, but I’d rather save it for our wedding night. It will be my first time, too, and I want it to be special. Maybe that sounds weak for a king to admit, but Heavenly is my Achilles heel.
I refuse to sneak into another room and take care of myself like I’m ashamed of what we did. Or more specifically, what I did to her. Loving her body is an honor, and I intend to share all of me with her. And if I can’t have pleasure in a room with her, then I won’t have any at all.
Rolling over, I close my eyes and think of my princess. Soon she’ll be my queen, and all that I’ve ever wanted will finally be in my grasp.
Chapter Seven
Heavenly
My eyes slowly flutter open, and before I’m fully awake, I know where I am. The smell of Carlos invades my lungs, and I roll over to find his side of the bed empty. Slowly the day before drifts through my mind. I close my eyes and replay parts in my head. The things he said to me, the things he did to my body. Last night wasn’t one of the nights I’d snuck into his bedroom. This time I’d been brought here and made to stay. I smile, thinking about him telling me he loves me. That I was his. It’s a dream that’s become real as the morning light shines.
Warmth floods me, and I want to go find him now. He’s being silly by not sleeping with me. We’ve slept in the same bed hundreds of times. Maybe he’s right though. If he’d been in this bed this morning, I could have been on top of him before he woke up. Something about being near him makes me want to be as close to him as possible, and when we did share the same bed, I’d always find him in my sleep. Apparently, my body against his was something he didn’t know how to control. The thought makes me have dirty fantasies.
I slip from the bed, removing the skirt that I’ll probably never be able to wear again. But I’ll have to keep it because it reminds me of what it all started yesterday. Tossing it onto the bed, I pick up Carlos’s dress shirt from the floor. I button it most of the way up before I walk out of his room in search of him.
As I pull my hand from her panties, she lets out a sound of disappointment. But I bring a finger up to my lips and suck it before I offer it to her. The taste of her pussy on my tongue makes me wild with need, but seeing her full, lush lips wrap around my finger and suck her own pussy juice off of it is more erotic than anything I’d ever dreamed of.
“How do you like your taste?” I ask as I slip my hand into her panties and start rubbing her again.
“It’s so dirty,” she says, closing her eyes and raising her hips for more. Submitting to me. I know it isn’t in her nature, but I love that only her king can bring it out in her. She will ever only do it for me.
“It’s primal to want the flavor of yourself and your love mixed together. I’ve become an animal with you, and I can’t find a way to stop it.”
“So don’t.” Her eyes open and connect with mine as I rub her clit harder and she bears down on my hand.
I stop my motions and grip her panties, yanking them hard and ripping them from her body. In one swift move I’m between her legs and sucking on her pussy. The sticky honey of her desire coats my mouth as I eat her. She squeezes her thighs together and nearly comes off the bed, but I pin her down with both hands and keep licking her.
I moan as she grips my hair, and I feel even more of her sweet juices coat me. I pull back and suck one lip into my mouth and then the other before going back to the middle in long, firm licks.
“Carlos, oh God.”
I don’t say anything or demand her body to do something for me. She’ll cum when she wants, and I’ll be here to bask in the pleasure of it.
Her whole body tightens, and then she screams as she climaxes. I kiss the insides of her thighs softly as she rides the wave of pleasure. Once she’s panting and her legs fall completely open, I know she’s sated. But instead of moving away, I lie there, with my head on her thigh, petting her cunt.
“Are you going to stay there all day?” Heavenly asks, looking down at me.
I smile and kiss the top of her pussy. “Yes.”
And I do. I lie there and eat her pussy into orgasm four more times until she begs me to stop. It’s on the last one that I realize she’s taken off her top and bra, leaving her almost naked except for the skirt bunched around her waist. Her hair’s a mess against the blanket, and her body is covered in a sheen of sweat. And even though I’ve taken my nice fill of her sweetness, I still want to lick every inch of her body and taste all those places, too.
Her eyes are closed as I stand from the bed and stare down at her. She must have passed out after the last one, so I reach over and pull the other side of the blanket on top of her to make sure she’s covered.
I stand there for who knows how long, just looking at her in my bed. The sight of it eases something inside me, and I don’t want to go. But I must. If I stand here much longer I’ll move back between her silky thighs and never leave.
Instead, I walk over to the desk in the corner of the room and write her a note. I leave it on the bed beside her and kiss her cheek before I force myself to walk away.
I close the door behind me and go to the room across the hall. It’s dark and empty, and immediately I miss the smell of Heavenly. I lie back on the bed and ignore the throbbing ache of my cock. I’ve been pretending it isn’t there for hours, so this is really no different.
I could take myself in my hand and give him some kind of release, but I’d rather save it for our wedding night. It will be my first time, too, and I want it to be special. Maybe that sounds weak for a king to admit, but Heavenly is my Achilles heel.
I refuse to sneak into another room and take care of myself like I’m ashamed of what we did. Or more specifically, what I did to her. Loving her body is an honor, and I intend to share all of me with her. And if I can’t have pleasure in a room with her, then I won’t have any at all.
Rolling over, I close my eyes and think of my princess. Soon she’ll be my queen, and all that I’ve ever wanted will finally be in my grasp.
Chapter Seven
Heavenly
My eyes slowly flutter open, and before I’m fully awake, I know where I am. The smell of Carlos invades my lungs, and I roll over to find his side of the bed empty. Slowly the day before drifts through my mind. I close my eyes and replay parts in my head. The things he said to me, the things he did to my body. Last night wasn’t one of the nights I’d snuck into his bedroom. This time I’d been brought here and made to stay. I smile, thinking about him telling me he loves me. That I was his. It’s a dream that’s become real as the morning light shines.
Warmth floods me, and I want to go find him now. He’s being silly by not sleeping with me. We’ve slept in the same bed hundreds of times. Maybe he’s right though. If he’d been in this bed this morning, I could have been on top of him before he woke up. Something about being near him makes me want to be as close to him as possible, and when we did share the same bed, I’d always find him in my sleep. Apparently, my body against his was something he didn’t know how to control. The thought makes me have dirty fantasies.
I slip from the bed, removing the skirt that I’ll probably never be able to wear again. But I’ll have to keep it because it reminds me of what it all started yesterday. Tossing it onto the bed, I pick up Carlos’s dress shirt from the floor. I button it most of the way up before I walk out of his room in search of him.
