The King's Surprise Bride: A Royal Wedding Novella (Royal Weddings Book 2)

by Vivien Vale

  Alright, it’s not so bad. I can obviously get his cock to full rigidity at any time I choose, and if he needs this before we fuck, well, it could be a fun little ritual.

  I sit up and move slightly back, straddling Daniel and getting into prime position for more transcendent pleasure.

  After taking the condom from Daniel’s hand, I begin shifting my weight up and down very softly, activating the mattress squeak sounds and allowing my tits to bounce nicely.

  I smile with a touch of campiness as I hold up the condom.

  I regard Daniel’s throbbing, rigid dick, appreciating the way it bounces subtly with the mattress. I’m well on my way back to being soaking wet, but feeling Daniel’s deeply firm cock under my fingers as I lovingly roll on the condom is enough to get me beyond ready.

  I slither up and situate myself above Daniel’s exquisite member. As if we’re a world-class gymnastic team turning in a gold medal performance, we move fluidly together as Daniel’s cock starts making its way into my wet, waiting pussy.

  Daniel’s cock proceeds to slide perfectly into my cunt, and I savor the sensation while easing myself down.

  Things get blurry as I take in more of Daniel’s dick, and the surges of blindingly intense pleasure blooms into an ecstatic sea of bliss with each new inch.

  And we’re only getting started.

  I only take about half of Daniel’s dick at first, and that feels amazing enough, but the transcendence starts to kick in the third or fourth time when I lower myself completely onto his cock and we start gradually increasing our tempo.

  My vision blurs, and the world starts shaking mildly, and I hear Daniel’s voice and my voice roaring in a duet of pure rapture.

  I close my eyes tight to focus fully on the sensation of Daniel’s gigantic cock fitting me perfectly, again and again.

  How could anything possibly feel this fucking good?

  I lean backward a little and throw my head back in bliss. Our hands find their way to each other’s bodies, with Daniel stroking my tits and me lightly caressing his toned pecs.

  That’s as much as we can take, and we both come with abandon.

  After yet another journey to the sublime, Daniel and I lay on our backs, looking wordlessly at the vacant ceiling as the afternoon sun shines on us through the blinds.

  Rose

  “I can’t believe I’m five months pregnant already.”

  A nostalgic burst of energy plants a smile on my face as I lovingly rub my swelling belly.

  Daniel tosses me a grin and places his hand over mine. “Is the baby kicking right now?”

  “If I stay very still, we can probably feel some light little flutters,” I explain and take his hand to direct it over to the top of my little mound.

  “Here…” I whisper and bite my lip in concentration. “Keep your hand right here.”

  I press his hand onto my belly, and after a few seconds, the baby responds with a sharp and swift kick with the cutest little accuracy.

  Daniel squeals and move his hand over my belly, laughing with delight. “Holy shit, we have a little soccer player bouncing around in there!”

  “I know!” I shriek with happiness and glance out the passenger side window.

  We’re in the car, en route to our next doctor’s appointment. The doctor explained that this visit will cover the anatomy scan.

  I grin back at Daniel. “I’m so excited to find out if it’s a boy or a girl.”

  Daniel takes my hand and squeezes it. “I’ll be beyond thrilled and over the moon either way,” he confesses.

  “Me, too,” I say and give him a warm smile in return. “I can’t wait to see the little pictures of his or her cute and chubby face.”

  “That will indeed be one of the best parts.” Daniel stares out the windshield in front of him and laughs with the fondness of anticipation.

  “One thing is for sure…” I begin.

  “What’s that, sweetie?” He turns to glance at me.

  “This baby is going to be incredibly loved.”

  “Hell yeah, they are.” Daniel chuckles. “Spoiled, too.”

  “By your mom, I’m sure,” I tease and roll my eyes.

  “Speaking of which,” Daniel says and unscrews the cap to his water bottle before glugging down a few sips. “She’s going to meet us at the hospital.”

  “When? Today?” I ask and reposition myself in the seat. I hate to complain that it’s already becoming so uncomfortable to complete simple tasks when I’m only halfway there.

  “Yep.” Daniel nods. “She can’t wait to find out the gender either.”

  “Maybe we should have a gender reveal party.” I propose the idea. “It would be fun. Don’t you think?” I give Daniel a glance.

  He nods. “Absolutely. I think that would be perfect. We could invite friends and family over, and then maybe pull pink or blue balloons out of a box or something like I’ve seen on social media.”

  I’m thrilled at the idea. “We sure have come a long way, haven’t we?”

  “It’s been a whirlwind of fun,” Daniel admits with a chuckle.

  We live in one of his resort hotels now, still in Manhattan, but it’s his newest venture and his “other baby”, so to speak.

  I love all the perks of luxurious amenities, and the process of adapting was exponentially short for me.

  At first, we were a little surprised to learn of the pregnancy because Daniel was still having a difficult time coming without a condom in place.

  The way the doctor explained it to us was there was the possibility that the condom we used could have had a hole in it, or perhaps there was so much cum in that one load that it overflowed and spilled out of the condom and into me.

  Pretty sure that was it because Daniel has some fucking massive loads of cum.

  Either way, we are taking this lovely little surprise of nature as a beautiful blessing and a fateful gift from the universe. It was meant to be, condom issue or not.

  I turn away, looking back out the window so that Daniel won’t become alarmed by my tears, although they’re the happy kind.

  I’m remarkably blessed and have so much to be thankful for. Over the last several months, I’ve become closer and closer to his mom, and the gesture of her coming to the hospital to meet us today might seem minor, but to me it’s astronomical.

  When we get to the hospital, Daniel squeezes into a spot in the parking garage that’s conveniently just outside of the elevator doors.

  Relief flushes over me as I realize I won’t have to trot far to get there because the baby is currently using my bladder as its first ever squeeze toy.

  When we get to the lobby of my doctor’s office on the eighth floor, I hear the familiar chime of Daniel’s mom’s voice.

  “Hello!” she greets us and gleefully jogs over to wrap her arms around me and my baby bump.

  I open my arms to embrace her, too, as she pats me on the back, and then she pulls away to size me up, drinking me in with joy.

  “Darling…you look incredible.”

  “Thanks.” I shift my weight with embarrassment and tuck an unruly strand of hair behind my ear. “I feel like a whale.”

  “Are you kidding?” She clicks her tongue to protest defiantly. “You are stunning, truly glowing.”

  “Well, if you keep it up with the compliments, I just may get a swelled head, too,” I joke.

  “Anytime you need a boost of self-confidence, just let me know, and I’ll be happy to indulge you.” She winks at me and whispers, “Pregnancy looks good on you, kid.”

  “Okay, Mother.” Daniel sighs with artificial annoyance. “Give the woman some breathing room.”

  He pulls me away from his mother’s grasp, always acting protective over me and the baby.

  “No, really, it’s fine.” I laugh because in reality, I’m delighted by his mother and thrilled to have her on my team.

  We greet Ruben, and the four of us walk to the entrance to my doctor’s office just off to the right of the main lobby on
this floor.

  Everyone takes a seat in the back of the waiting room while I sign in and do the usual paperwork for my appointment.

  A couple of minutes later, I join them with a smile on my face, plopping down beside Daniel, who pats my knee with exuberance.

  “I’m so excited,” I whisper to the group.

  “Me, too,” his mother squeaks, practically unable to control her enthusiasm.

  “I’m just hoping for a healthy baby,” Daniel admits, to which we all nod in agreement.

  “I concur with that,” I say. “A healthy baby is the true goal.”

  A few minutes later, we’re called to the back. I have to go through all the routine motions of giving a urine sample and getting my weight and blood pressure checked.

  After that, we head into the room where I slip into a gown before allowing everyone else back in.

  “Hello, everyone. I’m Dr. Farland,” my doctor of Hawaiian descent greets the family.

  “We’re so thrilled and honored to be a part of this historical event and witness it in person,” Daniel’s mom states with a dramatic wave of her hand.

  I laugh at the adorableness of his mom as Dr. Farland squeezes the cold jelly onto my round and exposed belly. Then she places her ultrasound wand on top of it.

  The baby immediately comes on screen, waving around its beautiful tiny fists.

  “Wait a second here…” Dr. Farland trails off quietly and furrows her brow at the monitor.

  My heart leaps into my throat and threatens to be vomited up in fear.

  “Is everything alright?” I say with alarm.

  “Yes…” Dr. Farland continues vaguely as she pushes her instrument around over my stomach. “It’s just…I think I see two babies here.”

  Daniel and I glance at each other in shock, then back to the doctor to see if we’re hearing her correctly.

  “I’m sorry.” Daniel shakes his head and speaks up. “Did you just say you think you see two babies in there on that screen?”

  I glance back at Dr. Farland, waiting on eggshells for the answer, a little panic-stricken, but a little excited, too.

  Dr. Farland has been my gynecologist even before pregnancy, and I’ve known her a long time, so I trust her with my life and my baby’s life…whether that ends up being multiples or not.

  She finally grins and points to the screen. “Yes, it’s twins. See there?”

  I squint my eyes. Then after further pointing out, I can see the two bodies on the screen, swirling, dancing, and playing with each other in there.

  Tears of joy fill my eyes. “I can’t believe it! Twins!”

  “They look perfectly healthy,” Dr. Farland announces.

  “Girls or boys?” Daniel’s mom chimes in with the one question whose answer we are all dying to hear.

  “We can find that out now if the little ones will cooperate,” Dr. Farland says and pushes the wand further against my belly, trying to expose the parts between the babies’ legs.

  “This one is a…” She sticks her tongue out in concentration. “Boy!”

  The room yells with delight.

  “A boy!” Daniel yelps with excitement. “I’m going to have a son!”

  “Congratulations, sweetie,” his mom says fondly and pats his back.

  “What about the other one?” I squeal.

  Dr. Farland moves between the second baby’s legs. “This one is a…”

  She halts, and the suspense makes me feel like I might burst and go into labor right then and there.

  “It’s a girl!” she finally exclaims, and we all roar with excitement.

  I’m having twins, and I get the best of both worlds, too. Daniel leans down to hug me, and we squeeze each other tight with joy from the great news.

  I’m in tears―the pure magic of the blissful moment takes over and consumes me, so I don’t notice at first that Daniel slowly bends to one knee in front of me.

  I glance down at him from the examination table.

  “Honey, what are you doing?” I chuckle and wipe the tears from my cheeks.

  He retrieves a tiny red box from the front pocket of his jeans and places it directly in front of me. I swallow hard, knowing what’s coming, but I need another moment to compose myself.

  “Rose, I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” His breath hitches for a second. “Will you please do me the honor of being my wife?”

  Daniel is a blurry figure in front of me through the fresh batch of tears rolling down my cheeks. Today is one for the history books: it’s completely perfect.

  I can’t move because I’m so profoundly in shock by all the events of the past few minutes. I’m still trying to process and digest the splendor of the day…but I manage to whimper a tiny yes while nodding vigorously.

  I hear everyone cheering and clapping as Daniel stands up and places the rock—a huge and chunky diamond—on my ring finger.

  He kisses my lips and makes me tingle all over. “I love you so much,” he breathes into my neck, causing a shiver of pleasure to surge through me.

  “I love you, too.” I sigh with contentment and make a mental note to freeze this perfect memory in my mind forever.

  This baby bargain gave me way more than I bargained for―and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  The Good Twin’s Baby

  A Billionaire Baby Contract Romance

  By Vivien Vale

  Copyright 2018 by Crimson Vixens

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.

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  Carter

  It’s not every day I walk into the boardroom of Abraham Fertility Inc. to find my twin brother fucking a redhead on the board table.

  But it’s not exactly the first time it’s happened, either.

  “Morning,” I say, nonchalant as ever.

  “Morning,” Lawrence says back to me. He gives me a little wave that ends with a smack on his latest hook-up’s ass.

  “Mmmmm. Give it to me, Daddy!” the redhead moans.

  I put my coffee down in front of my seat at the table—just to the right of dear old Dad’s. Lawrence’s seat is to Dad’s left, and I wouldn’t touch it if I were wearing a hazmat suit.

  He’s got the redhead in his favorite position: kneeling on the chair so he can take her from behind. The long talons of her hot pink nails bite into the leather, and the force of Lawrence’s thrusts makes my coffee slosh back and forth in the cup.

  “H-hey…” the redhead asks as the only picture on the wall of the board room catches her eye. “Who’s that hottie?”

  Her eyes shift to meet mine, and I see her turn pale beneath my gaze.

  “Our mother,” I inform her. “Maybe you’d best just focus on taking cock, sweetheart.”

  “Want to join?” Lawrence asks me, swiveling the redhead around to face me.

  Like most things in life, money, fast cars, and attractive women come easy to me. I don’t really need to share women with my twin to get blown, but I have to admit, it saves me a lot of fucking time. The few minutes I need to pick a hot woman up in a bar could always be used doing real work instead.

  Quickly, I do some mental arithmetic. The way I see it, Dad and the stuffy board will be here in less than four minutes. I don’t really have any interest in fucking her—she’s in danger of getting pregnant just by being in proximity of my dick—but it’s enough time for this redhead to suck my cock and have it packed away with time to spare.

  It’s a risk, but only a small one. Dad is punctual, but rarely is he early. And since he’s arriving with the entire board of directors, the odds are significantly reduced.

  Without another word, I po
sition myself in front of the redhead. She’s wearing bright red lipstick. Upon close examination, she’s not the type of girl I would normally fuck, but hell, she’s here, and she looks like she’d be down for it.

  “Says she’s a model,” Lawrence teases with a shit-eating grin.

  “Yeah, come on baby,” the redhead urges me. She’s licking her lips already.

  Slowly, I undo my zipper. My massive cock is stirring to life and about to burst forth in all its glory when several things happen at once.

  First, the redhead leans forward, her lips open in anticipation at finally tasting a real man’s cock.

  I can see her tongue dart out, as if trying to catch a taste of the delicacy about to present itself to her—the way you reach for a massive ice cream cone because you’re busting to get a taste before it melts. I take a step toward the waiting mouth, ready to fulfill this girl’s dream.

  And then second: there’s a noise at the door.

  It’s a cough—not the congested kind, but the sharp, curt cough of someone with deep pockets, feeling smug about how morally offended they’re about to get.

  Before I can really appreciate what’s happening, the darn girl topples off her chair and lands with a loud thud. She ends up sprawled out unflatteringly on the royal blue carpet at my and my brother’s feet.

  Lawrence’s cock is now dangling in the free air in front of him. It looks disappointed.

  My own cock has gone limp.

  Slowly, I turn toward the door. It’s one of the most human traits there is, the need to look at a disaster as it unfolds. It’s why we slow down at accidents to make sure we don’t miss anything, and why we only shut up and pay attention to the news if they’re reporting on a tragedy.

  And when my gaze is directed toward the door, my blood runs cold.

  It’s the look in his eyes that’s the worst. Icy, cold eyes pierce my chiseled pectoral and stab me right in the heart.

  He’s still got it, even after all these years. The way he looks first at Lawrence and then at me instantly transports me to the age of five. I’m in trouble for some minor misdemeanor, like coming in five minutes late from my playtime outside.