Protecting Their Princess: A Snow White Romance (Filthy Fairy Tales Book 3)

by Parker Grey

  I suck one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. I run my teeth over the pebbled surface, and I want to bite her, make her cry out in half-pleasure, half-pain, make her gasp and whimper and tangle her hands in my hair, but I don’t.

  Not yet. Even though I can already smell how bad she wants this, her scent pungent in my nose, Bianca’s a virgin. Untouched. That sort of thing is for later.

  “Did it make you wetter knowing we were watching?” Beckett growls.

  Now I’m on my knees in front of her, sliding my teeth from a nipple. Her knees go weak for a moment, but Beckett catches her.

  I put my hands around her hips, steadying her as well.

  “I didn’t think you could see me,” she moans, leaning back into him.

  I press my lips against her belly, dip my tongue into her bellybutton. Beckett grabs her hand and pulls it behind her.

  “Feel that?” he asks as I bite her on the hip. “We were watching every second, Princess. Just like you wanted us to.”

  I’m panting for breath, my face right in front of her thighs. She’s so wet that I can see her juices shining on her upper thighs, trickling down the inside, her scent enrapturing.

  “Did knowing we were watching you make you this wet?” I ask her, slipping one finger between her legs, my lips against her mound as I speak. “Did you wish we were fucking you when you came in the hot tub?”

  She moans again, whispers something that I’m nearly positive is yes.

  “Tell me how you get yourself off,” I say, my lips still brushing against her.

  “With my fingers,” she whispers.

  I find the soaking wet edges of her lips, tease them. I’m just barely brushing against her swollen clit, and she shudders, still sensitive.

  “Do you rub this?” I ask, circling one finger around her clit.

  My toes curl with the desire to suck it into my mouth, make her pant and moan and scream, but I resist.

  “Or,” Beckett says, his voice rumbling from above. “Do you fuck yourself?”

  His hand invades her too, one finger sliding along her swollen, needy pussy.

  “Maybe you do both,” I suggest.

  “Sometimes,” she whispers.

  It’s all either of us need. I flick my tongue out, over her swollen clit, at the same time that Beckett slides one thick finger into her pussy, and Bianca responds like she’s been electrified, her body jolting and jerking.

  I grab her knee, bend it, push it over my shoulder so I can hold her up and we can both have better access.

  “Is this what you thought about when you got yourself off?” Beckett growls, one hand fucking her, the other hand holding her up. “Both of us pleasuring you at the same time, my hand in your pussy and his mouth on your clit?”

  I suck her into my mouth, flick my tongue across her lightly. Bianca cries out, grabs my hair, practically shoving my face into her.

  Beckett just chuckles. I flick my tongue again.

  “That’s another yes,” he says, and I can feel him add another finger to her, just from the ripple it sends through her body.

  Now she’s panting even harder for breath, her clit throbbing in my mouth, her juices running down Beckett’s hand and down my chin. I suck them in, drinking her sweet honey, teasing her right toward the very edge.

  Beckett adds one more finger, and with my mouth on her clit I can feel how full she is right now. She moans at the sensation, the sound turning into a whimper halfway through. I reach a hand up to her nipples, and I pinch one, Beckett the other.

  “Is this how you wanted to come?” he asks her.

  I suck harder at her, my tongue flicking faster, Beckett’s fingers sunk deep into her pussy.

  “Getting shared by the two of us, you dirty girl?”

  Bianca just pants, moans. I don’t think she can even talk right now.

  “We’re just getting started, Princess,” he growls. “We’ve both thought long and hard about all the ways we’re going to fuck you until you scream our names.”

  He pushes deeper, and I lap at her faster. Her body is tight, taut, like a rubber band about to snap.

  “So why don’t you come like you want to?” Beckett says, and that’s all it takes.

  Bianca’s hand in my hair clenches, every muscle in her body going rigid as she cries out with her orgasm. It rocks through her body, nearly knocking her over, but I keep licking and sucking at her while she moans and whimpers, desperate to get every last drop of pleasure that I can from the girl right now.

  Gradually, her body stops clenching, stops rocking. Her breathing evens out, and after one final swipe at her clit, I move back onto my heels and look up at her, still licking honey off my lips.

  “You like being shared, Princess?” I ask.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Bianca

  Beckett’s fingers slide out of me, leaving a thin trail of my juices on my ass, and my body responds with a shock.

  I’m leaning back against him, Kieran kneeling in front of me, the two of them still holding me up because I don’t think I can move. If I try, I think my muscles might simply all collapse beneath me, and I’d be a naked puddle on the kitchen floor.

  Oh my God.

  We’re in the kitchen. And I’m naked.

  Neither of them is naked. But I’m naked.

  And I just came super hard.

  Somehow, that makes this all even dirtier, that I just got coaxed to climax by two fully-clothed men while standing in the kitchen. It makes me feel a little like a sex object.

  My pussy twitches, just once.

  I’m not sure I mind that feeling, I think.

  Not if it’s going to feel like that all the time.

  “I think she likes it,” Beckett says, and I snap halfway back to reality. “She likes it so much she can’t even answer.”

  He’s right. All I can do is nod weakly, trying to gather my wits. Beckett kisses my neck again, slowly working his way up to my cheek. I try to turn my head and meet my mouth with his, but I come off balance, and only his strong arms keep me from falling.

  Then Kieran’s standing in front of me, his dark eyes piercing as ever, but there’s something tender in them now, something different.

  “At least say something,” he murmurs.

  I swallow, forcing myself together.

  “I liked it,” I say, and finally, Kieran smiles.

  He kisses me. Beckett kisses me, his hands gentle now instead of rough, and Kieran picks up my towel, wraps it gently around my body.

  “Go get dressed,” he whispers in my ear. “We’ll finish dinner.”

  I blink, then look down. He’s got a massive erection, his dick tenting up his pants. It’s obvious that this isn’t over, and I search his eyes with mine.

  “But...” I start.

  “We’ve got plenty of time,” Beckett says. “Why take things too quickly?”

  I bite my lip. I try not to show it, but I’m disappointed.

  As good as that felt — as wonderful as it was — I want... more.

  I want more than their fingers and tongues.

  I want them to make me scream, both fucking me at once until it feels so good I can’t control myself any more. I want the stories I’ve read, the ones that I’ve fantasized about incessantly almost since the moment I met these two.

  “What about you?” I ask, my voice coming out whispery and quiet, not at all how I meant it to.

  Kieran smiles, cups my chin in his hand. He still smells like me, and that fact just makes me wetter.

  “Don’t worry,” he says, blue eyes glinting. “There’s gonna be a round two.”

  I head back to my room like I’m floating on air, barely feeling the floor beneath me. I pull on clothes, hardly thinking about it.

  I’m blissed-out. I feel like I’m high or drunk or something, totally dreamy as I head back into the kitchen, where the two men are still fixing dinner, erections still full-force.

  I can’t stop staring. My pussy can’t stop
throbbing, and I can’t stop thinking about getting fucked with one of those, the way it would fill me harder and deeper than Beckett’s fingers.

  As I walk to the table, taking a seat, Beckett hands me a glass of red wine.

  “Are you trying to get me drunk?” I ask, trying to tease him.

  “What purpose would that serve?” he teases right back. “We just fucked you right here in the kitchen and you were perfectly sober.”

  I blush hard, taking a sip, because even though he’s right I can’t help it. There’s a tiny part of me that can’t believe I did that.

  Even though I’m going to do it again if I get my way.

  Lots of times. Lots and lots.

  “It’s a 1994 Côte de Rhone,” Kieran volunteers from across the kitchen. “You could just enjoy it.”

  I take the glass, sit at the kitchen table, and watch them finish making dinner. As I drink and the three of us chat, the knot of tension in my chest subsides, and — astonishingly — I start feeling... normal.

  So what if we all just did that? I think. It’s not that weird.

  We eat dinner, and it somehow feels more and more normal. Maybe even better than yesterday, before we’d all had sex, because now I don’t feel quite so weird about wanting to have sex with them.

  When we’re done, since the two of them made dinner, I figure it’s my turn to clean up. Sure, I grew up in a palace and don’t have the very best handle on household chores, but I can figure out how to do some dishes, right?

  The moment I’m leaning over the sink, running the hot water, I feel someone come up behind me. Big hands lean on either side of mine, and a huge body — and a massive erection — are pressed against my back.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” Kieran breathes in my ear.

  Instantly, I’m molten. My fingers and toes curl, heat flowing through me like a river, and my pussy thrums and throbs.

  “The dishes?” I whisper in response.

  “But it’s not time to do those yet,” my murmurs, his lips right against the shell. “We haven’t had dessert yet.”

  My whole body is flushed and hot, my skin tingling with anticipation.

  “That is,” he growls. “If you’re ready for dessert.”

  I can only nod as Kieran’s hand grabs my hair, pushing my head forward. His lips briefly travel down my neck, his other hand sneaking up my shirt and finding my breast, pinching my already-stiff nipple.

  “Sure feels like you’re ready,” he says, and before I can answer or even moan, he lifts me off my feet, into his arms, and carries me from the kitchen past a grinning Beckett.

  I don’t ask where we’re going, because I don’t ask stupid questions. I know.

  Moments later, Kieran tosses me onto the bed. I’m wearing short jersey shorts and a t-shirt — panties, no bra. I’m sideways on the bed, and as soon as I land, Kieran’s between my knees, his hardness already pressed up against my heat.

  Beckett is on the other side of the massive bed, and if I tilt my head back I can see him. He bends over and kisses me deeply, the upside-down sensation strange, and he rubs my stiff nipples through my shirt as he does, making me writhe with pleasure.

  While Beckett rubs and tweaks my nipples, shivers coursing through my body, Kieran runs both hands up my thighs, underneath my shorts, and strokes the outside of my panties with one thumb, making me moan into Beckett’s mouth.

  Kieran’s lips are on my belly as he says, “Are you this wet for us?”

  I just gasp, nodding.

  “Your panties are soaked straight through, Princess,” he goes on. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you liked being this dirty.”

  I can’t think of a response, but my hands finally find Beckett’s pants. It’s tricky upside-down, but I manage to unbutton them, pull his zipper down.

  Kieran rubs his cock against me, both of us still clothed, and I roll my hips, moaning, as Beckett’s cock finally springs free of his pants.

  My eyes widen in shock.

  That’s really big, I think, momentarily stunned.

  It’s...

  “You can touch it, Princess,” Beckett growls. “It won’t break.”

  Taking a deep breath, I grab it with one hand and stroke him slowly, carefully. After a moment, Beckett wraps his hand around mine, making me squeeze him much tighter, bringing us both to the thick base of his cock.

  “Oh,” I gasp.

  At the exact same time, Kieran grabs my shorts by the waist, pulls them off completely, and with his other hand Beckett pulls my shirt up and over my nipples. The cool air hits me both places at once, making me shudder and shiver all over.

  “Perfect,” Kieran growls, his hands making their way up my thighs again. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Bianca.”

  “Are you ready to become ours?” Beckett growls above me, stroking my hand down his shaft again as he tweaks a nipple.

  “Yes,” I gasp, and then Kieran slides his fingers into my pussy, reaching them deep.

  “Yes!” I nearly scream.

  He puts his mouth on my clit, tongue flicking back and forth, fingers bending and twisting inside me. My body bucks and moves of its own accord, back arching as Beckett chuckles above me, my fist still on his cock.

  “You like getting fucked, don’t you?” he murmurs. “You like the way it feels when he’s inside you?”

  I can only pant for breath as Kieran adds a third finger, sliding it as far in as it’ll go.

  “Yes,” I whisper, weakly.

  Beckett lowers his cock to my mouth. The angle is a little awkward but as Kieran keeps fucking and licking me, I dart my tongue out quickly, lap at the head of Beckett’s cock.

  Beckett growls again, a drop of precum gathering at his tip. I lick him again, the salt coming off on my tongue, and I swallow the miniscule amount.

  I want more. Even though I’m half-mad with the pleasure of what Kieran’s doing to me, I want both of them inside me at once, and I open my mouth further, lick the underside of Beckett’s cock from tip to root, moaning as I do.

  Kieran swirls his tongue around my clit, and I get closer to the edge. I’m nearly hypnotized by these two men, by having them both at the same time, all to myself.

  “Make me come again,” I beg. “Please.”

  Just instead of licking me harder, Kieran stops. He pulls out, moves his mouth away, back up my belly, and he licks one nipple, then the other.

  “Not that way,” he murmurs. “We’ve been waiting for this for weeks, Princess, and we both want to be inside you this time.”

  I gasp, my eyes flying open, hand still on Beckett’s shaft.

  “That’s not—” I stammer. “I mean, I can’t, I’ve never even—”

  Kieran laughs. He bites one nipple a little harder, sucking at it, turning my protest into a moan.

  Then he lets go, moves back, and in one deft movement, together they flip me over onto my stomach and I yelp.

  I hear clothing hit the floor, and when Kieran’s between my legs again, he’s suddenly bare, the two of us skin-to-skin. I struggle to my hands and knees, then watch Beckett as he takes his clothes off too, his hard, sculpted body rippling in the low light.

  Kieran puts his fingers to my clit again, slides them up my wetness to my slit, pushes then inside me briefly as I moan, grabbing Beckett’s cock with my fist again.

  Then he keeps going, circling my tight back hole with my own wetness. My eyes go wide, my toes curling, my whole body tensing.

  “Not these two holes,” he says, almost teasing me as his fingers circle me, again and again. “Not tonight, at least.”

  Beckett grabs my thick black hair in his fist, tilting my head back so I can look up at him.

  “We’re not monsters,” he says, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Just two men desperate to fuck you at the same time.”

  Just then, I feel Kieran’s cock nudge apart my lower lips. I whimper with need, eyes closed, as Beckett keeps my head back.

  “Look at me while he fuc
ks you,” Beckett says, and my eyes pop open. Kieran’s cock pushes against my slick, wet entrance and I bite my lip, even as my eyelids threaten to slide shut.

  Kieran’s thumbs stroke my swollen lips, one on either side of his thick head, and I don’t break my gaze with Beckett.

  Slowly, he pushes himself inside me, so gradually I think I can feel every millimeter of his massive cock as my swollen, needy pussy stretches around him and a shaky sigh escapes my lips.

  Behind me, Kieran groans, and I see something flick across Beckett’s handsome face even as my eyelids are flickering, my breath coming fast and hard.

  “You’re fucking tight, Princess,” Kieran growls, both his hands on my hips as he sinks himself into me, bit by bit. “Your pussy’s like a glove.”

  I moan, teeth between my lips, still looking up at Beckett. Suddenly Kieran slides in a little further, changing the angle slightly, and I inhale sharply, eyes rolling.

  “There’s the spot,” Kieran growls. “You like it when I fuck you there, Princess?”

  He does it again, and my entire body clenches with pleasure.

  Beckett takes my chin in his other hand, runs his thumb over my bottom lip, his face still careful.

  “He asked you a question,” he rumbles. “You like getting fucked?”

  “Yes,” I whisper, pushing backward on my hands and knees, unable to stop myself. “Don’t stop, please.”

  The next thing I feel is Kieran’s hips against my ass, my pussy tightening around him. Beckett pulls a little harder on my hair, his thumb still on my lip, his eyes half on my face, half on Kieran as he fucks me.

  I feel impossibly stretched, filled up totally and completely. It hurts a little, but much more than that is the overwhelming pleasure of having Kieran’s entire cock inside me at once, and I pull forward slowly, a little unsteady.

  This time he fucks me harder when he fucks me, his entire cock sinking into me with a single stroke, and I cry out with pleasure, my hands knotted in fists on the bedspread.

  Beckett runs his thumb over my bottom lip again, then pushes it into my mouth, only I suddenly realize it’s not his thumb.