“Don’t make me wait, I don’t want to wait. My body is on fire, Garrick. Do something to make it stop.”
I can’t wait any longer; I press my face against her warm pussy and roll my tongue up and down her warm slit. She’s so wet, and I lap up her sweet juice like it’s my last motherfucking meal. Up and down, I roll my tongue over her, getting her off.
Her clit throbs, and I know fucking her will be the real release she’s waiting for. Still, her pussy is so nice and tight and it needs me to work it over first. Pressing a finger into her, I move it in and out, rolling my tongue over her the entire time. I finger fuck her harder, wanting her to explode on my mouth.
“Oh baby, baby, yeah. That’s so, so good.” Iris is writhing on the bed, her hands clenching the quilt spread beneath her.
This is what I love, the thing I’ve been waiting for. Her release gushes out of her, and I keep finger fucking her nice and hard until she’s moaning, her ass in the air as she comes. I lean down, my mouth not wanting to miss a single drop of this release. I want to lick her pussy juice as it pours from her. And I do.
My beard is covered in her goodness and I shove my face all up in her pussy. She squeezes her thighs around my head, and I raise up on my knees, pushing her back on the bed.
Taking off my pants, I am ready to give it to her. This Princess has been good and she’s ready to take my cock
“Oh God, show me Garrick. Show me your cock. Show me what it can do to me. Because what you just did... I can’t imagine....”
I smile, knowing Iris hasn’t seen anything yet.
11
When he drops his pants, takes off his boxers, it reminds that this really is my wedding night. With a man I hardly know. With the Prince. In this cabin.
Everything about today has been a roller coaster of emotions.
But somehow, as he pulls off his boxers, I’m grateful for this moment. Because this is what I expected when I imagined my wedding night. I imagined a man, excited to get close to me. I imagined a prince who wanted me as his princess.
I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. In fact, I’m just trying to imagine that tomorrow isn’t going to happen at all, because I know this cabin isn’t going to look quite as charming in the light of the day.
But I’m hoping. I’m hoping that it’s the dream come true I imagined this morning when I was talking to Dahlia. I’m hoping that this is perfection. Hoping that whatever misunderstanding we had earlier, and the disappointment that seemed to revolve around the actual ceremony, maybe that was just a blip. Maybe from here on out it will be rose petals and sunsets and unicorns.
Hell, I don’t need a prince who drives a fancy car. Garrick can take me out in a horse-drawn carriage. Maybe that is enough. Maybe that is everything.
So when he takes off his pants and reveals a massive, hard, thick cock, I gasp at the incredulity of my life. He just pressed his fingers so deep inside me I basically exploded on his face, and he loved it. And I loved it. I felt gorgeous and desired, my body hot and alive and ready.
Ready for his cock to be inside me again.
“Oh my god, you’re so big.”
“You can handle it,” he says. “I’ll show you.”
I blink slowly, my senses awakened, my pussy once again on fire. Now that I’m lying across the bed, I watch as Garrick straddles me, his hands running over my shoulders, over the peaks of my breasts, down my rib cage, until he reaches my entrance. One hand palms my pussy, fluttering against the folds. I close my eyes, unable to think or breathe. His hands are so big and they touch me so well.
“When I come in you, I’m going to fill you with my seed. I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to fill you with an heir.” He looks at me and means every word he says. It gives me a thrill; my entire body awakens, because the idea of giving this man what he needs, the idea of being able to provide for him what he wants, is intoxicating.
It’s more than I imagined.
I want to give this man what he wants. A baby.
“Come in me again, come in me like you promised.”
He nods, his mouth meeting mine again and he kisses me as he drills his cock deeper into me.
“Oh Princess, you feel so good.” He moves deeper and deeper and deeper in me until there’s nowhere else to go. Both of us, drenched in sweat, my legs wrapped around him so tight.
He rocks in me, my pussy tight and full, and right when he is about to come, he pulls put.
“I’m going to mark you as mine, Princess,” he tells me.
His cock is hard in his hand, pulsing with life, and my pussy cries, wanting him in me again.
He pumps his cock, and ropes of come spurt from the tip, the milky pleasure falling over my breasts, my nipples. I reach up, wanting to rub his come all over me, wanting to be marked by him just like he promised.