Cindersmellya 1(47)

I remember my eyes fluttering shut, and then I felt them open again. Derek wasn’t asleep but holding me. Stroking my hair and watching me sleep.

“You’re gorgeous,” Derek says, pressing a kiss into my forehead. “You’re so fucking perfect. I didn’t know I could love someone so much.”

Tears are going to well up in my eyes all over again if he keeps that up. I prop my head up in my palm, elbow resting on his chest. “Good. I’m not great at sharing. I can’t bear the idea of you being anything but mine.”

Derek grins broadly. “Well, technically you're going to have to share me with a whole kingdom…” He starts to laugh. “But I’m only assisting you in orgasming.”

“At least with a hands-on approach. I don’t know how many people are actually in your kingdom, but a solid number of them are probably cumming right now thinking about you.” I remember every person I ever heard mention the Crown Prince of St. Albans being very clear that they’d practically cut off one of their own legs just to go for a ride on his royal cock. I don’t feel the jealous pangs that I had before the ball, though, because I know that Derek’s all mine.

“That’s true. And I slept around a lot,” Derek says, eyes narrowing at the admission. As if it was news to either of us? “But I love only you. I've never felt the way I do for you, never felt that for anyone else.”

“Derek, I thought I could only love dancing … but I love you so much more than that. In fact, without you, dancing became very unsatisfying, too. I need you, babe.” I get up off my elbows and stand up.

Derek rises as well and wraps his strong arms around me, holding me so that the hard wall of his eight-pack abs crushes my breasts against him.

“I need you, too.”

And he’s not lying.

I feel an enormous erection when he holds me. I don’t even realize what’s happening until I’m gasping, but Derek lifted me up and lowered me down on his cock. I had no idea a man could do that like I was light as a feather, but then he starts rolling his hips and I’m glad he’s holding me because a tiny breeze could knock me over. His cock hits all the right places inside me, making me moan loudly. It doesn’t matter much … I don’t plan to dance at this club anymore. It isn’t like I’m fucking a client again. So my attitude is let ‘em hear what Derek Van Windsor can do to his future princess. Because I'm not about to suffer anymore bitches that think I can’t have my man.

I’ve got something more important than noble birth or a place at his court.

I have the magic fucking pussy his cock fits just right in. Yeah, that’s right. We’re a filthy fairytale, with a happily ever after signed in the scent of my pussy. It was that scent that drew him to me and that led him back to me. Much better than some disappearing pumpkin, wouldn’t you say?

Derek carries us to the couch, and he stands while I sit, and I match his fucking stroke for stroke.

I really want to taste us together again. I crave it as much as I need oxygen to survive. I spread my legs wide as I can and I use my hands to pump up so that Derek’s cock is fucking so deep that I’m a wobbling, quivering mess on the couch. “Babe, when we cum, I want to kiss you with our tastes in our mouths.” I’m panting, barely able to get the words out.

Derek cups my face. “Anything for my princess.” He strokes faster. “As you command,” Derek says with the perfect smugness I’ve come to expect from him. It's exactly that moment that his orgasm ricochets into my own, our body’s clamoring for release and finding solace in each other’s rhythm.

“Fuuuuuck!” I scream out, because my pussy is trying to shove his cock right out of me, I’m cumming so hard.

Derek relents when I feel my cum dripping down my thighs, and he brings his cock up to finish in my mouth so we can swap cum.

I hold out my tongue, and the spurting head jets his hot cum onto it. I hold it there and run close my lips over his cock, sucking up my cum coating his cock now. “Mmm,” I moan, letting him know I have what I need.

Derek pulls his cock out of my mouth and grips my face to kiss me. Our tongues dance over our mixed juices, tasting each other together as we kiss and our bodies entwine. When we finally come up for air, I’d believe you if you said it had been five seconds, but I’d also believe you if you said it had been five hours. Time hardly seems to exist when I’m with Derek. Only the happiness, and lust, we share seems to have any real lasting effect on reality.

“Goddamn you’re so perfectly filthy!” I say, laughing. “I used to feel challenged to really up my sexy game when I was dancing, but with you and I together, something dirty is always just on the menu. You’re the only person I know as comfortable with being a fucking sex animal like I am,” I tell Derek.