The King's Secret Bride: A Royal Wedding Novella (Royal Weddings Book 3)

by Alexis Angel

  “Oh, fuck…” I whisper, my pussy stretched wide by his huge cock. I’m running both my hands through his hair, my movements loose and erratic. I don’t even know what to do with my hands right now, to be honest. All I want is for him to start thrusting, to rave my tight little pussy and—oh, seems like he can read my mind.

  Reaching for my neck with his mouth, Wade pulls at my skin with his teeth and, at the same time, he starts rocking his hips against mine. His cock slides in and out of my pussy at a steady tempo, and it feels so gloriously amazing that I can’t even think straight. Thankfully, thinking straight isn’t necessarily a prerequisite to enjoy this moment.

  “Happy now?” He asks me, grabbing me by the hair and yanking on it. He holds my head still, forcing me to look into his eyes, and then he shows his devilish grin.

  “I am… For now…” I manage to say between hard breaths, my lungs struggling to get the air.

  “Oh? Maybe if I go a little bit harder,” he teases me, and then starts doing exactly what he threatened - he goes harder. And by harder, I mean to say that he’s fucking me mercilessly, pistoning his cock into me so fast that I can already see bright colors exploding behind my shut eyelids.

  “So… so… so good!” I cry out, digging my fingernails into his back as my eyes roll in their orbits. With my back pressed against the wall, I buck my hips against, trying to match the rhythm of his body. I fail miserably, of course (how do you even measure up to a God like him?), but I keep on doing it, impaling myself on his cock over and over again.

  As my pussy starts tightening up around his cock, I grit my teeth and start breathing deeply through my nose. I can already feel every single muscle in my body tensing up, almost as if concrete is being poured into them, and I know that all this pressure will inevitably end in a bright explosion of ecstasy.

  “Come, babe… I want you to come hard… I want to feel that tight pussy become even tighter,” he whispers into my hair, and the cadence of his deep baritone voice is enough to make my brain start boiling inside my skull. I feel a shiver shoot down my spine, my pussy becomes electrified and—OH GOD!

  All that tension from before dissipates as my muscles start to twitch and spasm, a sudden seizure of pleasure taking over me. I throw my head back, bumping it against the wall, and hiss through my gritted teeth. Even though my eyes are open, I can’t see a thing - pleasure has left me momentarily blind, my brain devoting all of its power to processing the ungodly amount of endorphins raging through my body right now.

  Jesus, this isn’t an orgasm. This is magic. I don’t care what you call it, but this is one of the best feelings I’ve ever had in my entire life. If I died right now, you can be sure that I’d go out with a large smile on my face.

  “Hey, you okay?” I hear him say, his voice jolting me out of my heavenly reverie.

  “Me? I’ve never been better,” I reply with a smile, taking another deep breath.

  “You seemed like you were about to pass out,” he laughs, slowly sliding his cock out of my pussy. I tremble as I feel his long inches leaving all that space inside my pussy empty, and I allow him to put me down on the floor. The moment my feet touch the floor, I have to lean back against the wall to remain standing; my knees are wobbly, and the muscles in my legs seem to have grown so weak I no longer trust them to keep me upright.

  “I’m good,” I assure him, reaching for him and grabbing him by his shirt. I look into his eyes for a long moment, allowing the air to grow heavy around us, and then I get to work - popping open the top button on his shirt, I then keep my fingers busy as I undo the rest of the buttons, baring his sculpted chest. My heart seems to gallop faster with every inch of his chest that I reveal, and that gallop turns in frantic desperation as my eyes meet his perfect washboard abs. God, I just can’t help but imagine these abs flexing as he thrusts, everything in his body working like the perfect piece of human engineering that he is.

  “Still want more?” He asks me as I push the shirt down his arms, doing it slowly and allowing the palm of my hands to brush against his triceps.

  “Do I even need to answer that?” I shoot right back at him, biting down on the corner of my lip as I look into his eyes.

  “No, I don’t think you do,” he chuckles, his hands darting to my waist. Grabbing my blouse by the hem, he pulls it over my head in one flowing motion. As the fabric falls from his hands to the floor, his eyes wander to my breasts, and I can feel him mentally undressing me.

  “What? You want this off me?” I purr, grabbing the right cup of my bra and pulling it down slowly, allowing my rosy (and definitely very hard) tip to peek over the rim of the bra. He doesn’t waste a single second: he leans into me, parts his lips and wraps them around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

  I let out a loud moan as I feel his tongue running in circles around my nipple, and I let instinct take the steering wheel: taking both my hands to my back, I find the clasp on my bra and open it. The moment he feels the cups drooping over my breasts, he pulls back from me and grins; grabbing at the front of my bra, he yanks on it hard and rips it off me, my nipples hardening even more as the air in the room laps at my naked breasts.

  “Lovely,” he breathes out as he takes in the smooth curve of my breasts, reaching for them with his open hands. As he squeezes them softly, he takes one step back and kicks off his shoes; immediately after, he steps out of his pants and boxer briefs, standing in front of me completely naked.

  “I can say the same,” I whisper, my eyes roaming up and down his naked body. I let my gaze linger on his cock, his shaft glistening from my fluids; next thing I know, I’m going down on my knees in front of him.

  “Where are you going?” He asks me with a chuckle, but I think he already knows the answer: after all, both his hands are already on my head, ready to guide my mouth to where it belongs.

  “I’m going where I need to be,” I respond, keeping my gaze locked on the huge member right in front of me. Hesitantly, I reach for it and curl my fingers around his thickness, feeling it slippery and wet, my juices still hanging to his skin. My eyes follow the movement of my hand as I start to stroke him, the coming and going motion of my hand simply too hypnotic.

  As I pick up speed, I lean in and part my lips, reaching for his cock with my tongue. Instead of going for the tip of his cock, I tilt my head and lay my tongue on his shaft; as if I were licking an ice-cream, I like down his shaft, only stopping when I have one of his balls over my tongue. I suck into my mouth then, feeling its weight over my tongue, and I close my eyes for a second to savor the moment.

  “Having fun?” He asks me, his voice strained and heavy. Allowing his ball out of my mouth, I run my tongue back up his shaft and wrap my lips around the tip of his cock, sucking it hard. Yeah, I’m having fun, I think to myself as I push my mouth down his shaft, feeling his long inches roll over my tongue all the way to the back of my throat.

  Still with one hand wrapped around his cock, I start bobbing my head back and forth, sucking and stroking at the same time. I allow my unconscious mind to dictate the rhythm of my movements, and time becomes something abstract and ethereal. I have no idea for how long I keep on sucking but, by the time I finally pop his cock out of my mouth, the muscles around my neck and jaw feel as if they’re on fire.

  That doesn’t mean I stop, of course. I look up at him with a smile, running my tongue between my lips, but I keep on stroking him with my right hand, moving it over the length of his shaft as fast as I can. He smiles back at me, the expression on his face one of pure delight. Yeah, he’s enjoying this as much as I am, no doubt about it.

  “This was your break,” I purr at him, slowing down my stroking motion until my hand finally stops. “Now I want you to get back to work.”

  “Work?” He asks me with an amused whisper, lowering himself until he’s on his knees right in front of me. “What makes you think that this is work?” He continues, running one hand through my hair and then allowing it down, his fingertips brushing over the skin on m
y neck and then moving straight to my breasts.

  “Then what is it?”

  “It’s everything I want … and it’s everything I need,” Wade replies softly, both his hands now lying on my waist. Grabbing the zipper on my outer thigh, he pulls it down slowly; then, using one hand, he pushes me back and forces me to sit on the floor. The moment I fall on my ass, he grabs my skirt and pulls it down my legs, throwing it over his back.

  “I like you better like this,” he continues to say, his gaze now focused on the wet fabric of my thong.

  “Yeah? Maybe you’ll like me even better without this,” I purr, lifting my ass up from the floor and pushing my thong down my legs. His eyes narrow as my pussy reveals itself to him, and I notice his cock pulsing hard, almost as if it’s commanding him to fuck me as hard as is humanly possible.

  “You’re right… You look so much better without any clothes,” he laughs, and I can almost see the hunger in his eyes growing. I almost expect me to jump on top of me like a tiger, but that’s not what he does; instead, he places his hands on my knees and spreads my legs wide. Then, moving fast, he leans in and starts kissing my leg, his lips slowly moving toward my inner thigh.

  Throwing my head back, I sigh heavily as I feel his mouth closing in on my pussy. I grab his hair, but I don’t even dare direct his movements - no, I just keep my hands there to feel the sway of his body, every single cell in my body readying itself for an overdose of pleasure.

  “Ah, God,” I moan as he wraps his lips around my clit, using his tongue to jab at it. Tangling my fingers on his hair, this time I don’t resist - I pull him into me while, at the same time, I thrust my pussy against his face. Swaying my hips, I keep on rubbing my wetness against his mouth, his lips struggling to find a place they can hold on to.

  Giving up on trying to control the situation, he simply opens his mouth wide and starts devouring me, eating me out like a man that needs to do it in order to survive. There’s an unbridled hunger dictating the movement of his lips and tongue, and it just feels amazing.

  Using only his mouth, he’s unleashing pleasure all over my body in such a way that I doubt most men would be able to compete… Even if they were to use their cocks. Oh, yeah, that’s right - if I had to choose between another man’s cock and his tongue, it’d be the easiest choice of my entire life. What can I say? You gotta give credit where credit is due.

  The only way all this could be better, it’d be if Jason and Alex were here with me as well. But there’s time for that.

  “Oh, God, oh, God,” I repeat as he rests his forearm over my waist, pressing down on me with it and forcing me to sit still. Now in control of my body, he uses his tongue to jab at my insides, its tip exploding my pussy with a kind of eager curiosity. At the same time, his hands drops down to between my thighs; reaching for my clit with two fingers, he presses down on it, and I feel blue hot flames climbing up my spine as he does it.

  “Keep going,” I tell him, my throat suddenly growing dry as that familiar pressure starts building in the pit of my stomach. It feels like these hot and dry summer days, when the air feels so heavy that you just know a storm is coming; I’m like that right now, already anticipating a violent storm of ecstasy.

  “Keep --” I start to say once more, but the words die on their way up my throat. They’re replaced by a violent moan, pleasure turning into sound as I throw my head back and let it all out. I’m yanking on his hair hard, and I’m pushing against the floor with my heels - I simply can’t stand still right now, my blood boiling inside my veins.

  “FUCK!” I scream at the top of my lungs, every single nerve ending in my body shouting with me.

  “That was delicious,” he whispers suddenly, taking his mouth of my pussy and wiping it with the back of his hand. Completely mesmerized by the way my juices are dripping down his chin, I simply stare back at him as if I were seeing him for the first time in my life.

  “I’ll tell you what’s delicious,” I find myself saying, spreading my legs wide and pulling into me. My back slides down the wall, and I let myself go, only stopping when I’m laying down on the floor and he’s on top of me, my breasts pressed against his chest.

  “Oh, you don’t need to tell me anything,” he shoots back at me, grabbing his cock with one hand and angling it down so that its tip rests right between my drenched folds. “My cock already knows what’s delicious.”

  With that, Wade simply thrusts. There’s no build-up, and he doesn’t take his time with sliding his cock inside my pussy. No, he just thrusts, burying his long inches inside of me as if he were stabbing an enemy in the battlefield. As I feel his thickness pushing its way inside me like a tank, I open my mouth to moan, except, of course, that I don’t moan. Instead, I scream.

  “Yeah … scream as much as you want, babe… I love the way you sound when I’m fucking you like this,” he tells me, rocking his hips against mine with the sexiest violence I have ever experienced. There’s a raw intensity to the way he moves, and it unleashes something primal inside of me. He’s handling me like a woman should be handled, and that just makes me want wrap my arms and legs around him and never let go.

  I want to trap him, I want to cage him; I want his body on mine 24/7, even if that means certain death. Swear to God, if I could choose the way I’ll have to sign off in life, there’s no doubt in my mind about what that choice would look like. Do you think I’m being crass or overly dramatic? Those are fair criticisms, but they’re not quite right… Just try having a man fuck you like I’m being fucked right now and you’ll get it.

  Sure, I’m all for the empowerment of women… But, Jesus, there’s nothing like a guy that handles you in such a way that you can’t help but feel like a little girl again, one that only feels safe with these big arms wrapped around her.

  “You’re so… good,” I moan, nibbling at his hair and pulling his earlobe with my teeth. I do it so hard that I might rip it off his head, but he doesn’t seem to care; he just pistons into me harder, his cock acting like the most powerful ram on Earth. He’s slamming into me so hard and fast that the sound of his balls hitting me fills the whole room and, even though it might be a strange thing to say, I love that sound. There’s something wild and animalistic about it, and it makes me feel dirty. The good kind of dirty, mind you.

  “Harder. I want it harder,” I find myself saying, and he doesn’t hesitate. Slamming his cock into me twice as fast as before, he ravages me so hard that I have no idea if I’ll be able to stand up when he’s done. Maybe I’ll have to be dragged out of here in a stretcher. Oh, well, it’s for a good cause anyway.

  “HARDER!” I scream at the top of my lungs, dragging my fingernails across his shoulder blade as a thunderstorm rages inside my head. Even though I’m insisting for him to go harder, he’s already going as fast as is humanly possible, and that’s for the best, really. If he went any harder, he’d probably just tear me apart.

  “Fuuu --” I moan, but the intensity of the orgasm that takes over me is so much that I fall silent. My muscles start to twitch again, but then I go limp, almost like a puppet that just had his strings cut. I lay there, with my back pressed against the wall, as he slows down his rhythm.

  “Still breathing?” He chuckles, caressing my face with the back of his hand as he slides his cock out of me.

  “Barely,” I respond, somehow managing to crack a smile. “But I’m not done yet…” I whisper, the words coming out of my mouth so softly it almost seems like I’m telling him a secret. His eyebrows jump into an arch, and I can tell that he’s surprised with my resilience. That’s normal, I think - what kind of woman can endure a punishment like this and still beg for more? A special kind of woman, that’s for sure. And if it sounds like I’m bragging… Well, maybe I am.

  “Are you sure? You seem pretty spent,” he tells me, but the grin on his face warns me that he already knows the answer to his own question.

  “What if I’m spent? I still want more,” I purr, taking my hands to his chest and pushing him ba
ck. The moment there’s space between the two of us, I move fast and turn around, going on all fours. I wiggle my ass back at him, like an invitation, and a fraction of a second later I feel his big hands resting on my hips.

  “Well… Just try not to pass out, will ya?” He laughs again, grabbing his cock with one hand and pressing its large tip against my drenched folds. I grit my teeth as I prepare for his thrust but, changing gears, he simply slides one inch inside my pussy. The rest of his shaft follow shortly after, but at such a slow rhythm that it seems like my mind is on a slow boil.

  “All the way… I want you to go all the way,” I say, looking back at him over my shoulder. “I want you to give me all you got, and I don’t want you to stop…” I continue, the glint in his eyes making my heart tighten up. It’s done, I’ve said it, and now he’s going through with it. I’m going to moan and I’m going to scream, and none of that will make him slow down.

  “You said it,” he simply whispers, his fingers digging into my flesh. Then, he starts rocking his hips, slamming them against my ass cheeks with a kind of brutish sway. The sound of flesh-on-flesh fills the whole room, like some kind of depraved symphony, and I close my eyes and simply surrender to the moment.

  Gritting my teeth, I feel his sliding in and out of my pussy at an ever-growing pace, each thrust of his making the temperature of my body rise. I’m sweating now, locks of hair plastered to my forehead, and I feel as if I’m running a fever, a deliciously wicked fever.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” I hear him say as he keeps on fucking me, his hands on my hips the only thing preventing me from tumbling forward. “I could fuck you like this for hours… every day… of every week…” he continues to say between breaths, his words punctuating each of his thrusts.

  I let his words wrap themselves around my brain tightly, and I can’t help but imagine how it’d feel to have him every single day for the rest of my life. How would it feel to wake up next to him? To feel his warm body pressed against mine first thing in the morning? Ah, we’d fuck in the morning, at lunch, in the afternoon, at night… We’d fuck every waking hour of the day, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we ended up fucking in our sleep.