“Just a little more,” he whispers. “Princess, it’s so fucking sexy to watch you get fucked for the first time.”
Suddenly there’s a twinge and I gasp, my whole body going rigid, but then it fades instantly and suddenly, the tight, almost-painful stretching feeling is gone.
“That’s our princess,” Bruno murmurs into my neck.
The head of his thick cock finally slides inside me, and I gasp, fingers clawing into Dom’s shoulders, and I ease myself down onto Bruno’s shaft. I’m stretched to the max as he fills me, but once he’s in, his cock hits every pleasure button I have, and I can’t stop moaning.
“This feels so good,” I whisper, grabbing Dom’s head in my hands. Bruno bites my shoulder from behind. “Oh, please, don’t stop.”
“Not a chance,” Bruno says from behind me, his strong hands still on my hips. “Your tight little pussy fits my cock like a glove, Princess, and I’m not leaving until I come inside you.”
He pulls me down, slow but hard, until I’m sitting on him completely, his cock totally sheathed inside my pussy. I’m moaning nonstop, hanging onto Dom for dear life as he kisses me, rolling my nipples between his fingers and rubbing my clit.
Fire’s building and raging inside me, and I move my hips, start rocking up and down, gripping Bruno’s cock as hard as I can with my pussy muscles. He takes my hips and angles me perfectly, going slow and fucking me deep, his cock touching every single pleasurable spot inside me.
“Your cock is gonna make me come again,” I breathe, my face still against Dom’s.
“Good,” Bruno growls.
“I like it when you fuck me deep,” I whisper, and Bruno pulls me down onto him a little harder, his cock hitting a spot deep inside me I didn’t know I had, and I nearly scream.
“Come for us, Princess,” Dom commands, rubbing my clit even harder.
“Bruno, Dom,” I whimper, so close to the edge that I can barely think. “I love it when you fuck me.”
Then I shatter. I might be screaming, but it feels like my body just flies apart into a million pieces all at once, the pleasure nearly overwhelming.
“Fuck I like the way you feel when you come,” Bruno says, biting the back of my neck, pulling me down a little more roughly.
I’m still panting for breath, still shaking, but I realize that Bruno’s still hard inside me, Dom’s thick, rigid cock bobbing in front me.
I take it in my fist, and Dom groans. Suddenly, more than anything I want him in my mouth again while Bruno fucks me, and I bite my lip.
Then I kiss his collarbone, my other hand steadying myself on the bed and I lean over. Dom rises up on his knees and then his cock is right there, ready to be sucked and licked, so I take him into my mouth, two cocks inside me at once.
It’s fucking incredible. It’s dirtier than anything I’ve ever done by lightyears, and it’s even dirtier than anything I’ve ever even thought, but it feels so good.
I let go. I don’t even think, just suck Dom’s cock, my head bobbing up and down, while Bruno fucks me harder and harder. I moan and Dom grabs my hair, hard, just as Bruno hits the perfect spot inside me and I come again, cock filling my mouth as I moan.
Just as I finish, Dom pulls on my hair a little harder and I look up at him, still slurping along his thick length.
“Swallow,” he growls.
Then they both come at once, and I swallow again and again, sucking Dom dry as Bruno hammers my pussy, filling me with spurt after spurt. I lick and slurp at Dom, cleaning him off, desperate to swallow every single drop until he finally pulls me back.
Bruno lifts me off of him so I’m on my hands and knees on the bed, and I frown for a moment, looking from Dom to Bruno.
They’re both still hard.
“You look confused, Princess,” Dom says.
“I thought they were supposed to get soft?” I say, Bruno’s seed dripping out of me, slowly.
He just chuckles.
“Not yet,” he says.
They both grab me at once, like they’ve coordinated this, turning me around on the bed so now I’m on my hands and knees facing Bruno. He bends down and kisses me deeply.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he murmurs. “Thank you.”
“I liked it,” I whisper.
He pulls back, grinning.
“Good, because you’re our wicked, dirty girl,” he says, then moves his hand around the back of my head, guiding my lips to his cock. “Now clean it off.”
It’s slick with both my juices and his, and I know that this is dirty and completely below my station, but there’s something about the way he commands me that makes me go weak in the knees, makes my pussy gush all over again.
I take the head of his cock into my mouth, tasting myself and him all at once, and as I do Dom slides the tip of his cock from my lips, around my clit, and then back.
I moan into Bruno’s cock, and Dom takes my hips in his hands, holding me still as he pushes the head of his cock into me.
For the second time that night, I’m slowly filled, and the pleasure is so intense and extreme that I take Bruno’s cock out of my mouth and just gasp for air, utterly unable to do anything else.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Dom growls. “You like getting filled up with two thick cocks, one after the other?”
I just nod as he hilts himself inside me, just a little rough, and I take Bruno’s cock back in my mouth, licking and sucking it clean.
Dom is a little rougher, a little harder than Bruno was, and he fucks me on my hands and knees, going deep with every stroke, making me moan and whimper as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“You gonna come again, Princess?” Dom growls, thrusting even harder.
“Yes,” I gasp, before sucking Bruno in again.
“Good,” he says. “I want you to come for both of us, like a good girl.”
Just like that, the wave suddenly crashes over me, seizing my body and wracking it. My toes curl and my hands clench on my bedspread. Bruno pulls my head back just a little and then comes into my mouth.
I come and swallow and come, then I’m vaguely aware of Dom groaning as well, as he pumps me full. I moan as Bruno pulls out of my mouth, pussy still clenching around Dom. I don’t know why but I fucking love that they both came inside me and now I can feel them trickling out.
It’s like it makes me theirs. Like they own me because they’ve marked me.
I collapse onto the bed, face-down, and the two of them crawl onto either side of me. I kiss Bruno and them Dom, and neither of them seems to give a damn that I’ve just sucked them both off.
“Thank you,” Dom whispers. “That was beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful,” Bruno says.
I want to say don’t leave, I love you, I want to be yours forever, but I’m already drifting off to sleep in the afterglow.
I wake up a few hours later. They’ve put me to bed, but I’m alone and they’re leaning down, both kissing me.
“Don’t,” I murmur.
“Soon,” Dom says, and then they disappear into the fireplace.
Chapter Fourteen
Dominic
I’ve got no fucking idea what happens at the Council for the next two days, and I don’t even give a shit. I could be signing away San Javier’s sovereignty, telling some bigger country that we’re now theirs, and I don’t care.
Because I fucking live and breathe Princess Katarina. Bruno and I barely talk, except to talk about her. Whenever I see her: a glimpse, a glance, even when I’m in the back of a crowd and she’s sitting in the throne room, regal and beautiful, she consumes my every waking thought.
I’m obsessed, possessed, driven by her, and I can tell Bruno feels the same way.
We sneak into her room again both nights, and the best part of each day is the part when I ease her tight little body onto mine, feel her clench around me, hear the way she moans when I take her. Far from the sweet, innocent girl she is on the outside, our princess can take it a little rough — the harder we fuck her, the more we pull her hair, the harder she comes for us.
It’s enough to make any sane man lose and his mind, and absolutely forget what diplomatic mission he’s on.
The third morning, when Bruno and I come into breakfast, her father, King Edward, shoots us a glare. I stop cold in my tracks for an instant, then keep moving. To be honest, I’d forgotten that we shouldn’t be doing this, that Katarina is still technically off-limits to us.
It didn’t even occur to me that the sound of her screaming our names might carry through the castle walls.
After we take our seats, Sven walks in, the buttons on his shirt straining a little, looking smug and greasy. The King gestures at the chair next to Katarina — seats are assigned, seats are always assigned — and Sven sits in it, then looks at our princess like she’s a meal.
I grip my knife in my hand, my knuckles going white. No one else fucking looks at our Katarina like that. Not our sweet, dirty girl.
I push my chair back, nearly blinded with possessive rage, ready to stand and give Prince Sven a piece of my mind, but Bruno clears his throat, his eyes flashing.
“Dom,” he says.
The muscles in his jaw are working, and his knuckles are white on his silverware too, but he lifts a bite of eggs to his mouth, and most importantly, doesn’t nearly stab someone. I take a deep breath, loosen my grip, and come back to the table.