by Betsy Locke
My mom was about to reply when a butler entered the room and set down a tray of tea and cookies. “Enjoy,” he said.
My mom jumped at the tea and I fought for the cookies. I hadn't eaten anything since the meal on the flight.
I sat back in the chair and enjoyed the plain sugar cookies. They were surprisingly good and the tray was empty in minutes.
Peppercorn returned. “Everything checks out.” He set down a piece of paper on a desk that looked like it was used for signings of declarations or treaties. “If you would please write down your account number and then sign here.”
My mom handed Devin a slip of paper that had the account number on it. Devin took the pen, wrote down the numbers and then signed his name.
“There we have it,” Peppercorn said. “You are now Prince Yorkshire. Congratulations.”
“Thank you very much.”
“My lawyer will have the money transferred immediately. You can verify it by phone. My driver will take you all back to your hotel.”
We sat in silence in the limo as we drove through the streets of London. I still didn't know how much money we were worth now, but judging by Devin's blank face, it was more than anyone could ever spend in a thousand lifetimes.
We returned to the hotel and stood in the lobby. “What do we do now?” I asked.
My mom looked like she was about to cry. This really was a life-changing day. “Our flight is not until tomorrow morning so we have the night to celebrate. I say we go out to the most expensive dinner ever. Load up on so much food that we need to be rolled back to our rooms.”
My stomach definitely agreed with that.
“And we're already dressed,” Devin added.
“I need to go back to my room and freshen up first,” my mom said. “Can we meet back here in an hour.”
“I desperately need to take a shower,” I said. “Can we make it two hours?”
“Well it's only 2:00 PM London time so that should be fine. Better eat a snack from the minibar to hold yourself over. Money is no object anymore so go crazy.”
“That sounds like a divine idea,” I said, already imagining the types of candy and booze I could consume.
Devin and I returned back to the room. “How does it feel to be a real-life prince now?” I asked.
“Feels like a million bucks,” Devin replied, laughing. He turned back to serious. “Thank you for coming with me.”
I brushed it off. “That was nothing. I would've come even if you weren't receiving a fortune. I'll be there if you ever need me.”
“That's what I like about you,” he said.
An awkward moment passed between us. I didn't know what else to say.
“I'm going to go take a shower now.” And I escaped into the bathroom.
Chapter Five
I shut the door and looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were red as blood from being so flushed. My heart was racing. What was going on with me?
I turned on the shower and let the steam fill the room. The mirror fogged up and I undressed. I slipped under the hot water and let it relax my muscles.
My life was about the change in so many ways. Would I ever have to work again? Should I even finish college?
There were a lot of questions that needed to be answered. But first I wanted to enjoy myself. I was in a foreign country with all the money in the world. Time to live it up.
The shower door opened and Devin jumped in. He was completely naked.
My heart flew out of my throat. “What are you doing in here!”
I didn't even need to ask the question. I knew why he was here. And I wanted it just as much as he did.
The water ran down Devin's perfectly combed hair. He didn't move and just stared at me with desire in his eyes.
I hadn't seen him shirtless in ages and apparently I was missing out.
Devin was cut from stone. His chest, arms, and abs were abnormally defined. Did real people even look like that? I thought only Photoshop could achieve perfection like this.
Devin reached out with his hand and grabbed mine. A shiver ran up my spine. The hairs on the back of my neck raised up. He pulled me into his arms and our nude bodies pressed against each other.
His throbbing member was pinned against my stomach. I couldn't control my breathing. I'd never felt this level of excitement before. Devin put his finger on my chin and lifted my head until our eyes connected.
He told me all he needed to say through one look.
The past was dead and our time was finally here.
His mouth met mine and fireworks went off. His hand wrapped around my waist and brought me closer. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations. Devin's lips were gentle yet firm. His tongue danced with mine.
I had to break away just to catch my breath.
That kiss would rank in the top ten kisses ever. Nothing could ever compare.
“I've been wanting to do that for a long time,” Devin said.
“I wish you had done it sooner.”
Devin let out a chuckle. “If I knew it was going to be that good, I would have.”
“Then we better make up for lost time.”
Devin took my hands and raised them above my head. He pushed me up against the green tiled wall that was cold to the touch. He held my arms up with one hand while the other hand wandered down to my breasts.
His fingers lightly grazed the top of my peaks before taking a handful. He bent down and flicked my nipple with his tongue. It became hard and he wrapped his lips around it, sucking on me hard.
“That feels so good,” I moaned out.
Devin kissed me next, his hand running down my stomach and over my pubic mound. His fingers moved against my sex and a rush of ecstasy washed over me. He collected my wetness between his index finger and middle finger and tasted me.
He closed his eyes. “You taste so good.”
I couldn't help myself. I leaned in and kissed him. The taste of me still lingered on his tongue.
Devin was done teasing me now. He was uncontrollable. He spun me around until I faced away from him. His fingers raked down my back as the water rushed against me. Devin came down to my ass and slapped my cheeks hard.
I screamed out in pain.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I gasped out.
Devin jiggled my big ass before slapping me again and again. Each hit brought a crazy mix of pain and ecstasy. I couldn't tell the two apart anymore.
All of the sudden, Devin plunged his gigantic cock into my soaking wet pussy. We both groaned as he pushed further and further inside me. My tight hole expanded to accommodate the massive size.
“You feel so fucking good,” I yelled.
Devin gripped my love handles and began to thrust slowly at first. He started to pick up speed as he found his rhythm. His body crashed into mine, drilling his super thick cock so deep.
My breathing quickened. I flexed my legs and found my release, coming all around Devin.
“Yeah, baby. Come for me,” he moaned.
The pleasure subsided just enough for me to become conscious again.
Devin held onto the back of my neck, forcing me into the wall. His hips rocked back and forth, my ass pounding against him.
“You better get ready again because I'm going to fill you to the brim,” Devin said.
Chapter Six
I thought I was prepared for what was next.
But nothing could prepare me for the onslaught of orgasms.
“Come inside me, my prince,” I yelled.
Calling Devin that word invigorated him. His nails broke my skin and he fucked me so hard that I thought I was going to break into a million pieces.
He groaned and a warm flood of come sprayed into me. I came at the same time, screaming his name over and over again. Devin buried his seed deep within me. Our bodies became one under the shower.
I thought it was all over but my body wasn't done yet. Even if Devin was.
He stayed inside
me, slowly becoming soft. Another orgasm hit me like a freight train. My body was riddled with spasms. I could barely get a breath in. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.
Devin slipped out of me and the void was immense. I needed to be filled again.
I couldn't hold my body at bay. I collapsed onto the shower floor and rubbed my clit furiously. Another orgasm fired off while Devin watched me with ravenous eyes. I flopped around in the water, convulsing until the aftershocks wore off.
“God damn, you're fucking sexy, Britton,” Devin said.
I inhaled deeply, trying to regain some oxygen. “I don't know what happened. I've never come that many times before. I couldn't control myself.”
“I didn't know I could have that effect on a woman.” Devin sat down on the shower floor and gathered me in his arms. “I want to make you feel that way every day.”
I laughed. “I don't know if my body could handle it.”
Devin's smile turned sly. “We'll just have to see.” He kissed me passionately and I got lost again. “We need to get ready. Your mom is waiting for us downstairs.”
“Shit I totally forgot. I could've spent the rest of my life in the shower with you. You're going to have to help me up though. I don't think my legs can support me anymore.”
Devin stood up and grabbed both of my arms as he helped me up. My head instantly felt lightheaded and I swayed from side to side. “Got up too fast,” I said.
Devin turned off the shower and gave me a towel. Anything else I can get for you?”
“A new body would be nice,” I said.
“I like your body just the way it is,” Devin replied.
“How much time do we have?” I asked.
Devin checked his watch on the bathroom counter. “We were supposed to meet your mom forty-five minutes ago.”
We both got ready in a flash. Devin helped zip up my dress as the final act. My hair was still wet but there wasn't much I could do about that.
We descended the stairs arm-in-arm. I needed Devin to help prop me up or I'd collapse. Most of my muscles weren't working anymore.
My mom was waiting at the bottom, her arms crossed and her foot tapping. “There you guys are. What took you so long?”
I spoke first. “I had some bathroom problems.”
Devin's eyebrow arched.
“Well I didn't need to know the specifics, Britton.” My mom took a step backwards. “Wow, look at you two. Just like a prince and a princess.”
Devin and I looked at each other endearingly.
Devin was a real prince now and his loving eyes told me that I was his princess.
The End
Story Thirty Nine
Copyright 2018
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Description
He thinks he owns me after our first meeting.
Solomon is a huge man with an ego to match.
I'm ready for a challenge.
This will make you feel naughty in all the right places.
Chapter One
I knew the moment I met my mom's boyfriend, Solomon, that I had to make him mine.
He wasn't like older men and nothing like the guys I met at college. He was mature, in perfect shape, and had expensive tastes.
The problem was to get him attracted to me.
I thought it would be simple: dress in slutty clothes, prance around the house, tell him sexual jokes.
But none of that worked.
I never had trouble seducing men before. In fact, it was pretty easy for me. A push-up bra and a short skirt was enough to get any man to bend me over and take me right then and there.
But not good old Solomon. He wouldn't do anything that was considered bad. And definitely nothing forbidden.
I had never faced a challenge like this before and I was excited about conquering it. I had a plan that I knew was foolproof.
My plan was two fold.
Number one: Convince my mom that I needed a job at Solomon's company.
Number two: Get close enough to him and stay there.
The first part of the plan seemed easy enough. Ever since I graduated with a degree in psychology, I'd been on the lookout for jobs and had come up empty-handed.
I knew my mom was getting frustrated with me being at home all the time pretty much living off her dime. And to be honest, I was too.
I never saw myself in the position when I left college. I always pictured myself living on my own and making boatloads of money.
But some things are not always meant to be.
So now I could hit two birds with one stone. Get a job and Solomon all in the same swing. I had overheard Solomon telling my mom that his executive secretary had left him just a week ago and I was pretty sure that he hadn't hired anybody since.
I put on my game face and found my mom in her bedroom reading a book about building confidence.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?” I asked her.
My mom took off her reading glasses and placed a bookmark between the pages. “What's up, Gwen?”
I sat down on the edge of her bed. “Well as you know, I've been searching for a job and haven't had any luck.”
“You need to put yourself out there more,” she replied.
“I have. I've blanketed the entire city with my resume but nobody seems to be hiring right now.”
My mom didn't seem to believe the bullshit. And she was right not to. After the first month of searching and not hearing anything back, I went into a little depression. I barely even looked for jobs anymore.
“What you need to do is take anything that you can get and work your way up from there. It won't be the best job or high-paying but it will be a good start. I know you don't want to live under my roof the rest of your life.”
“I was thinking about Solomon,” I said.
My mom cocked her head to the side. “What about him?”
“I overheard the two of you talking about his secretary and how he needed one.”
“I don't know about that, Gwen. Solomon runs a big investing firm. I would think he needs someone who has a lot of experience as a secretary. You have no work experience whatsoever.”
I hung my head low. “I know but I thought maybe Solomon could do it as a favor to you.”