No, he wouldn’t slay dragons for her. But dragons weren’t real. However, the enemies her ex sent after her were real. And he’d damn sure slayed them for her. Every last one of them. So, fuck a prince. This princess would take a monster over a prince any day.
“Open your eyes, Yury.”
“Go to your room, Delilah.”
“Stop trying to push me away.”
“Delilah…”
She reached forward and grabbed his hand. She placed it against her chest, over her heart. “This is yours,” she told him. He opened his eyes and stared down at her hand. “This heart is yours. I gave it to you that night five years ago. I just didn’t know what to do about it back then.”
“Delilah…”
“It’s yours. No take-backs. And this is yours too.” She slid his hand down until his large palm was pressed against her pussy. He took a deep breath then shuddered. “No takebacks,” she told him.
He cupped her pussy. Now it was her turn to shudder.
“If you give this to me,” he said as he ground his hand against her pussy. “This will seal the deal. You will be mine, forever. I will never let you go, Delilah.”
“That’s what I want, Yury.”
“If you give yourself to me tonight, I’m going to take you to my room and fuck you long and hard. I’m going to fuck you until your pussy understands that it belongs to me.”
“Promise?”
“Delilah, I’m serious.”
“Yury, you talk too much. Fuck me already.”
With a growl, he scooped her up, tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to his bedroom where he dropped her into the center of the bed. She hurried up and pulled his shirt off of her and tossed it aside.
She watched him undressed. She was happy to see that he was a large man, everywhere. Big dick swag to the max. No more mediocre dick for her.
“Open your legs,” he ordered.
She obeyed. The mattress dipped when he climbed onto the bed. She laid his big body down between her legs and lowered his head. He inhaled deeply.
“Your pussy smells so fucking good.”
“Don’t tell me, tell her. With your tongue.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He lowered his head and ran his tongue over the full length of her pussy. “You taste even better then you smell,” he whispered before sucking her clit into his mouth.
A flare of desire ignited inside of her, lighting her whole body on fire. His tongue delved deep between her fold, licking in twirling in ways she hadn’t known a tongue could lick and twirl.
Her pussy had never been so thoroughly licked in her entire life. His tongue was working her body in ways she’d never thought her body could be worked. It was so good, she damn near tapped out.
She tried to scoot back a little, just enough to give her pussy a bit of a reprieve. There was only so much pleasure a girl could take. Yury was not having that. He gripped her thighs and pulled her pussy back to his mouth.
He devoured her until she was writhing on the bed like she was possessed. Her breaths came in gasps. If he continued, she knew she would pass out from the pleasure. He continued licking her until her hips jerked and she screamed his name.
He gripped her ass and ground his mouth against her pussy in the most erotic way. The dam holding back her orgasm broke and her juices rained down, flowing over his tongue. He drank it down, not missing a drop.
She was embarrassed by the lack of control she had over her own body. She was jerking and there was nothing she could do to stop it. All she could do was lie back and enjoy the ride. Even after her body ceased shivering, she was still too weak to move.
Pleasure paralysis, that was what she was experiencing. He’d pleasured her so good that she felt paralyzed. She lay there as Yury rose to his knees and placed his cock at the entrance of her body.
He stared down at her. “You’re so fucking sexy, Delilah.”
“I’ve gained a little weight.”
“I know. I’m glad.”
“Most men like it when women lose weight.”
“I like you like this. Thick.”
She smiled. “I guess men with big dicks like thick chicks.” He grinned. There was that adorable smile she’d fallen in love with. “Fuck me, Yury. We’re five years overdue.”
“I guess I need to make up for those five years we were apart.”
“Yes, you do.”
And yes, he did. It took him a minute to get all of that dick inside her tight pussy. But once he was in there, he fucked her like there was no tomorrow. She’d asked for it and he delivered. For years she’d been deprived of good dick.
Now that there was good dick in her, she didn’t know how to handle it. She clawed at his back as she raised her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her moans filled the air as he pounded her body. His arms wrapped around her and he pressed his forehead against hers.
“I love you,” he groaned. “I’ve never told anyone that before.”
She wanted to say she loved him back, but she couldn’t catch her breath.
“I’ll be good to you,” he moaned. “For the rest of my life.”
He ground into her and she nearly forgot how to think. Shit, she nearly forgot how to see and smell too. His dick had all her senses fucked up. He lowered his head to her neck and groaned.
It was an animalistic sound that proved he was affected by her just as much as she was affected by him. He filled her to the max, stretching her body in a way that only his dick could.
He fucked her until her body trembled and she screamed his name over and over again. And after they came, he let her relax for a minute then he fucked her again. They spent the next few days in their private cabin, sleeping, fucking, bathing, fucking, eating, fucking, sleeping, fucking and then fucking some more.
It was perfect. They knew that in a few days, they’d have to return to reality. For now, they had five years to make up for. And that was exactly what they did. They put the Do Not Disturb sign on the front door and stayed cuddled up in their cabin. Just her and Yury.
The princess and the charming monster with an adorable smile.
THE END!
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Seal of a Lifetime
L. Loren
Seal of a Lifetime Synopsis
Southern Belle, Eileen Sheridan has been training to be Anderson Winchester’s bride since birth. Their parents are best friends, which meant spending holidays and vacations together. Now that’s she is turning 21, the wedding is soon to take place. There’s just one problem… Eileen hates Anderson. When she discovers the sordid truth behind her engagement, she turns to her sister for a way out.
Former Navy Seal, Lincoln Watts has built his dream home, a cozy cabin nestled near the Redwood Forest, in Humboldt County, California. Fulfilling his dream of helping veterans who suffer from PTSD, he opens a dispensary. His only regret is that he is alone. He’s convinced having a wife by his side will only lead to success beyond his wildest dreams. Only problem is, the women in town don’t appeal
to him.
Madame Dragonfly’s Matchmaking Service to the rescue. Her 100% match rating holds the promise of a perfect marriage for Eileen and Lincoln, but can they put they survive being married to a complete stranger?
Warning: Contains explicit sexual content. A BWWM LoveRotica Tale.
Lisa W. Tetting Books
Copyright © 2020 L. Loren
All Rights Reserved
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Wedding Dress Blues
Eileen
“Eileen, this is the one! You look amazing in this dress. I can’t believe my beautiful daughter is getting married in a couple of months.”
“Mom, this dress makes me look like a princess. I would rather…”
I stopped talking as my mother shot me ‘the look’. The one that she weaponized the day I was born. She has used it to manipulate me my entire twenty-one years. No matter when she pulled the trigger, it never failed to get her what she wanted. Right now it was getting me to wear this god-awful wedding dress that she had picked out. I would rather stand naked in an acid rainstorm than to wear this dress, but if Mother says I should wear it, then I will. I never wanted to be disobedient. It was drilled into me since I could talk. Smile pretty, obey your parents, marry the stupid big-headed boy that you hate with every fiber of your being. Yeah, that part.
“Fine Mother. If you like it, I love it.”
“Great honey. This dress is going to be the talk of the town. Everyone is coming to the wedding and you have to look like royalty. Afterall, you want Anderson to love what he sees coming down the aisle to him. You are going to glow!”
She rambled on and on about my wedding. She may as well have been planning the wedding she never got. When my father met her, he didn’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out, according to my grandmother. Daddy worked hard to build his empire and since he had no sons, he decided I needed to marry his best friend’s son so he could take over the business. Misogynistic much?
Though it was the year 2020, I may as well have been living in the dark ages when women had no voice and only existed to look pretty on their man’s arm and bare children to keep their legacy going. Boys were valued and girls were used as chess pieces to plot their next move. I was raised to believe I was the Queen on the chess board, when really, I was just the pawn. Nothing I did or said would ever be taken seriously. I was a means to an end, nothing more.
Despite my mother’s best efforts to brainwash me, I had other ideas. I wanted more for my life besides being a spoiled little rich socialite who had no opinion or brain. I was pulled out of my internal tirade by something scratchy landing on my head. Suddenly, I was spun around to face the mirror. My eyes focused on a very unhappy woman in a puffed-up wedding dress, complete with veil and a fake bouquet. Disgusting!
“What do you think darling? Don’t you just love the veil? It complements the dress just right. I can’t wait to see the pictures. You are going to make such a beautiful bride.”
“I love the veil, Mother. It is exactly what I need.”
“Good, good.”
She missed the sarcasm in my voice. I didn’t need a lace curtain to cover my face. I was already walking around with a masked smile on my face day in and day out. My little sister, Katrina was the only one who could see the smile never reached my eyes. Everyone else either didn’t see or didn’t care. Either way, I remained hidden and silent. What had I done in a former life to earn this?
“We’ll take this one!”
Mother called out to the nice lady who had to be exhausted by now. Mother had run the poor woman ragged, pulling over twenty dresses for me to try on. I knew I was tired of the entire process. At this point all the white dresses were morphing together. They all looked alike.
The attendant helped me off the round platform I had been standing on like a mannequin and guided me into the changing room. I was thankful they didn’t allow parents back there. It was a chance for me to breathe. I hated everything about the dress my mother just picked out. It was a dress made for Cinderella, not Eileen! I preferred something edgier, no lace and absolutely no poof!
Looking in the mirror as the lady assisted me with unbuttoning the millions of buttons that flowed down my back, tears filled my eyes. I looked like a character from a cartoon. I guess there were girls out there who dreamed of having a $50,000 wedding dress that made them look like the real-life version of a girl who met her prince, fell in love and became a princess overnight. Me, not so much.
I preferred a rugged man to a genteel man. I wanted rough worked hands to hold me against a hard body, not finely manicured fingers grazing my body in a lecherous manner. None of that could happen for me though. I was stuck in this upcoming arranged marriage. Our parents had our china pattern picked out before we were even born. As a single tear dropped onto my cheek, there was a tap on the dressing room door. I quickly swiped the tear away and watched in the mirror as my sister poked her head in the room.
“Eileen, look what I found.”
She held up the most beautiful dress I had ever seen in my life. It was exactly what I would choose to wear on my wedding day if I was walking down the aisle to the man I loved. I squealed with excitement as Trina sneaked into the room and locked the door.
“Try it on, just for fun.”
I slipped into the asymmetrical bodycon dress with a small split on the side that fell mid-calf. The cap sleeve attached to the waist of the dress, giving a bit of side boob action when my arms lifted. The front had a crisscross ruching that rose to my neck, so there was no cleavage in the front. It was edgy, elegant and fun. A unique dress that I would chop off a pinky finger to wear. It was perfect!
“You look like a bad ass in that dress. You should get it.”
Trina was always the one who looked out for me. She was the youngest, so she didn’t have the pressure on her to marry a man to continue the family legacy. She got to be the carefree, loving girl she was meant to be. I envied her life, but I adored my little sister. She was my best friend. My only friend really. She had no filter and got away with murder. I loved every second of it. She was also a very bad influence, always getting me to defy my parents. We must have sneaked out of the house a thousand times without getting caught. The girl was a little imp.
Standing in that mirror was like an awakening to me. The woman who looked back was strong, independent, daring and knew who she was. She was a rule breaker who did what she wanted, when she wanted without being controlled. This woman would never bow down to authority. She was not Eileen. No, this woman was Lena, my alter ego.
“Trina, I love this dress, but you know I can’t wear it. Your mother’s head would explode.”
“Well, you should definitely get it then. And just for the record, she was your mother first. She needs to stop trying to control you. She has turned you into her little pet project. Her masterpiece. I am sick of you being unhappy just to please her and Daddy. They don’t deserve your loyalty.”
“I know, but what am I supposed to do? The wedding is in a couple of months. Invitations have gone out, food has been ordered, flowers are being flown in from Europe, for goodness sake. All the preparations have been made. The dress was the last thing on the list and she just decided on that.”
“Don’t you ever get tired of this obedient life? If you could do anything in the world, what would it be?”
“I can’t afford to live in a dream world. The only thing it does is break my heart.”
“Just indulge me for a moment. Answer the question.”
“I really don’t know. I have allowed myself to dream in the past, but I quickly forget. I really do want to be a wife. I just want the ability to choose my own husband. I want to be in love with the man I wake up to every morning. I want him to look at me like he wouldn’t exist without my love. And I want to live far away from here so our parents will not interfere with our relationship.
“Eileen, you can have all that and more. There is this place that can help you. I saw an ad a while back and hav
e been waiting for the right time to spring it on you. Well, you standing here in this dress looking like a boss chick is the right time.”
Trina reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. It looked like an ad for something. She handed it to me, and I was shocked to say the least. Who has a mail order bride company in this day and age? Now a days, didn’t people meet online? I had to admit that my curiosity was peeked,
“Girl, where did you get this?” I whispered as if the paper was contraband.
“From a friend of mine. She used the service and is happily married to a wonderful man who adores her. She can’t say enough about the company and the owner.”
“Yeah, but Madame Dragonfly sounds like a high-class prostitution ring. Am I that desperate?”
“Yes, bitch you are! I’m making an appointment immediately.”
We both started giggling, so caught up in our laughter we forgot the time. The demanding knocking and gruff voice of our mother permeated the small dressing room causing us to panic.
“Here, help me get out of this dress before she sees.”
My mother struck fear in my heart, but my sister had planted a seed in my mind with that dress and the flier. I still wasn’t sure I could defy my mother, but the thought was there. As I rushed to put my own clothes back on, Katrina straightened my dream dress up, hung it on a hanger and hid it behind the other dresses. I opened the door, and Mother barged in looking around the room as if she expected a man to be in there with me.
“Why was that door locked and what was taking you so long?”
“Oh, Mother, calm down. We were just having a sister moment. I was congratulating my big sister on her impending wedding. Is that such a crime. Geez!”
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