Possessive Prince: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 66)

by Flora Ferrari

  “Yes,” she whimpers.

  “Say it. Tell me.”

  “I’m yours forever and always.”

  “And I’m yours,” I say before biting her tender earlobe.

  My mouth moves to her cheek and then my kiss finds her lips, but I don’t stop there. I continue along her jawline and then down her swan-like neck and across that collarbone of hers I was just admiring before taking her arm in my hands and slowly kissing all the way down the inside of her arm, feeling goose bumps form on the outside of her arm.

  When I reach her hand I roll her wrist over and kiss the back of her hand.

  “Your Highness,” I say, and she moans lightly.

  I delicately place her arm on the sheets to match the delicacy of her body…her felinity.

  I kiss across her stomach and then down to her midsection watching as her legs spread opening for me.

  There’s no time for foreplay when I smell her, my tongue goes right for what it wants opening her folds as she moves her ass on the sheets rotating slightly in the bed pushing her pussy against my face.

  My hands slide up and under her butt and grab her globes hard as I feast on her femininity, finding her clit and flicking it with the tip of my tongue and hearing the whimpers that escape her mouth.

  But nothing is escaping my mouth. I want her to come and I want it all. I want to drink every last drop of her nectar like I’m a flock of hummingbirds devouring an entire feeder. Like I’m a clan of honey badgers licking her sweetness.

  But not a flock or a clan, just me because she’s mine and mine alone.

  But the way she turns me on gives me the feeling that I have the strength of ten men or a hundred of the fiercest animals. And right now I’m completely feral as my tongue slides deeper inside finding her spot.

  “I’m gonna—“

  “Do it,” I mumble and she moans in response.

  “I’m gonna. I’m gonna. I’m. I’m. I’m coming!”

  As my tongue presses against her gushy spot I feel a wave of juices cover it and then slide into my mouth. I flick my tongue causing another wave and then back it up so I can swallow everything she’s given me. I want it all…every last drop.

  And every last drop is exactly what I get as her body shoots up in bed and she takes my head in her hands and pulls my face up to hers kissing me hard.

  “Oh my god, Leo. Oh my god,” she says as her body continues to spasm.

  I grab my cock bringing it to her moist opening as she spreads her legs wide.

  I rub the head of my dick up and down through her folds, lubricating it although that hasn’t been necessary since the second I saw her naked body.

  “Now you come in me,” she says.

  “Yes,” I say. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do…come so deep inside you you’ll feel it all the way until next week. Fill you so full when you stand up it should drip out of you, but it won’t because your pussy will milk my rod soaking up every last sperm, giving every last one a chance to fertilize your egg and give us the baby that I want so badly with you.”

  “Oh my…yes!” she says as I slide inside her as my teeth grit and my eyes close.

  I feel her walls tighten around me and I’m ready to come on contact, but I hold my breath and rock my hips back, depriving my body and my mind of oxygen, not to increase the thrill, that’s far from necessary, but to last longer. To please her, and me in the process, more…longer…better.

  I slide back in opening her wider and feel her ankles wrap around my back and her thighs and calves squeeze against my body tighter willing me deeper inside her.

  It’s all the invitation that I need, knowing that she can take more of me. Knowing that my nine inches of thickness isn’t hurting her. Knowing that we can bond even deeper and that I can explode inside her ever farther.

  My hips find a rhythm as do her moans.

  I watch as her breasts slide back and forth and my hands come down clamping on each one as I thrust inside her like my life depends on it. And it does, because without her my life is meaningless. And when we make this baby, this life of our own, we’ll have everything.

  “Fuck, beautiful,” I say as I feel my balls pull up and I start to see stars, even in the darkness.

  “Fuck…fuck…fuck!” I moan as my cock jerks forward and then back before exploding forward like a piston as it buries itself inside her and unleashes my warm creamy gift deep inside her and my mind goes black for a second until a picture of a child appears and I come back to the moment, my cock still jerking, filling her even more.

  “Oh…oh…oh!” she says as I look down and see her body spasming and her arm shaking.

  “I’m coming again,” she says as her eyes shoot open and her fingernails dig into the sheets.

  The way her eyes are as big as saucers staring at me as I get to see what I did to her…how I took her to another place both in body, mind, and in the place inside her I want more than any other.

  Her soul.

  Because that’s exactly what we are…soul mates.

  A full minute later as her body stills and my knees go numb I collapse on top of her.

  “Sorry,” I say.

  “Are you kidding? For what? That was incredible,” she says kissing my face repeatedly.

  “For putting all my weight on you.”

  “I like it. It makes me feel so small and girly.”

  “You know what’s even smaller than you?”

  “What?” she says making a pouty face.

  I bring my hand up and around and put it on her stomach.

  “The life that’s now growing inside you.”

  “I’m not sure it works like that…or that it’s that fast,” she giggles.

  “Look at how fast we fell in love and how well we are together.”

  She looks down at her stomach and places her hand on top of mine.

  “Well when you put it that way it just makes me think of one question for you then.”

  “What’s that?”

  “What should we name her?”

  “Her?”

  “Or him?” she giggles.

  “I’ve got the perfect thing to call the baby.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Ours,” I say and I kiss her lips as my eyes close and I feel peace and perfection sweep over me unlike any I ever knew could exist in this life.

  But that’s because she’s in my life…forever now.

  Because she’s mine. Mine and only mine until the end of time…and beyond.

  CHAPTER 18

  Lily

  “Your father will see you in his study,” the big, rough security guard looking guy in the suit says to Leo. “Alone.”

  I spend the next thirty minutes in the garden of the Marivent Palace having tea with Leo’s mother. She’s absolutely the nicest lady I’ve ever met, next to my mom, and I really enjoy speaking with her. I thought she might be a bit stuffy or possibly even fake, but she’s not at all. I feel bad about having preconceived notions about rich royal people, and wonder why I even did considering she’s the woman who carried Leo for the first nine months of his life.

  She even compliments me on my ring, but she doesn’t say anything about the whole princess thing. I’m getting the notion that Leo’s father, the king, will make the final decision on this matter.

  But Leo and I have already talked. If we sense any push back from his family then we’re gone. We’ll go do our own thing and make our own way in life. To be honest it doesn’t bother me at all. And if anyone were to think I was in this for the money or the celebrity I would immediately prove them wrong. Living our days on a Spanish ranch far from any highways while you make babies and enjoy life with your family wouldn’t exactly qualify as front page news, or exciting to just about anyone…anyone other than Leo and I that is.

  That’s all we want to do, build a family together.

  I hear the sound of nice shoes on the cobblestone and turn to see Leo and his father dressed in very nice suits as they look a
t me. Neither has any expression of any kind on their faces.

  “Pleasure to finally meet you, Lily,” his father says.

  “Pleasure to meet you, Your Highness,” I say as I stand realizing I don’t even know the proper words, but I hope that might be it or that it will at least do.

  “Do you mind if we join you?”

  “Not at all,” I say. “Please do.”

  Leo and his father take a seat at the garden style table with Leo’s mother and I.

  “I think there may have been a misunderstanding,” his father begins.

  This isn’t good.

  I feel a lump in my throat and swallow so hard it’s audible. I guess my behavior at this moment justifies what I know his father is about to tell me…I’m not cut out to be royalty.

  I brace for the bad news, but realize all that it’s going to mean is that Leo and I will go off and do our own thing…assuming the plan we put together withstands this test.

  But I can’t lie, with no parent of my own I was really hoping to find a family with him, and not just the one we are going to make. It seemed so amazing that soon his parents would be my parents and I got my hopes up at just the thought of it.

  “You see, somewhere along the line apparently there was confusion that we wanted to choose the woman Leo was to marry. Apparently she had to be a certain way and from a certain family and in line with all other kinds of preconceived parameters.” He pauses and I wonder where he’s going with this. “But in actuality, nothing could be further from the truth. We only wanted our son to be happy and after speaking with him this past half an hour it’s very clear he’s happier than he’s ever been. So without further ado we’d like to welcome you to the family.”

  The king stands and I stand to give him a handshake…I think, but instead he pulls me in for a hug like the warm greeting a father would give his own daughter.

  “Okay dad. Hands off. She’s mine, remember?” I hear Leo say and I let go of the king and wipe the tear away from my eye.

  “Why are you crying?” Leo asks coming to comfort me.

  I finally reveal the real reason I came to this country. It’s not that I was hiding it, it just never made sense to tell him the entire story and I’m so emotional right now that it just comes out. But it’s not about my story it’s about our story…all four of us.

  And these aren’t tears of sadness, but tears of joy. I have found a family I can be a part of now and I know that means my mother can finally rest in peace. I know she wanted this for me even more than she wanted to visit Spain once in her lifetime.

  And in fulfilling one wish for her I was able to fulfill her wish for me, and my wish for myself.

  Mothers always do know what’s best. Even in this case where it seems like a complete coincidence that Leo and I met I know it’s not.

  I look up to the sky and wink and just at that moment I feel a single raindrop fall from the sky and land on my cheek.

  My mother’s no doubt. Together we’re crying one last time, but this time it’s tears of joy.

  “We made it momma,” I say softly so no one can hear. “I’m gonna be okay thanks to you…thanks to you as always. I love you.”

  “I love you too,” Leo says catching just the end of what I said as he wraps me up in a hug.

  And with that I’m part of a family again. My family with my possessive Spanish prince.

  EPILOGUE

  Leo

  One month later

  I’ve been waiting on this day eagerly for an entire month now...the longest month of my life as I can’t wait to show her off to the world.

  It’s the day we officially introduce Lily to the country.

  It’s no secret at this point, but being in the royal family requires a lot of preparation and pomp and circumstance. I never cared much for it but getting to watch it through her eyes suddenly makes it seem so much more fun and interesting.

  And I know she appreciates it just as much as I appreciate her.

  I watch with pride as the announcement is made and then the press hungrily ask her any and every question under the sun.

  She answers them with a calm, uncalculated ease that they probably weren’t expecting. My father asked her if she wanted some coaching before this day but she politely declined. She said she figured the best approach was to just shoot from the hip and be honest.

  And her openness and honesty are winning fans over left and right.

  I open the web browser on my phone while all eyes are on her and Google her name. She’s trending number one on all social platforms and not only that, the response is universally positive. I knew the world would love her just as much as I do. Well, almost as much. No one can love her like I do.

  “One last question,” my father says as he looks at his watch. A full hour has already flown by.

  “Anything else you’d like to add about being a part of the royal family?” one of the reporters says.

  “Yes, just one thing,” she says and she turns to look at me. “I figured since I was part of the royal family I should do my part to contribute.”

  A confused look comes over the crowd and I have a hunch what she might say next, but I’m not really sure.

  “I don’t understand,” the reporter asks as she continues staring at me.

  “The prince and I will be welcoming our own addition to the royal family soon. I’m pregnant!”

  A tremendous noise overtakes the pit of reporters and social media goes absolutely crazy.

  Not only have we not technically wed yet, but she’s announcing she’s pregnant.

  I just smile realizing this is a girl who doesn’t just break conventions, she breaks all conventions and the mold to go along with it.

  I come up out of my seat and run to give her a hug as a sea of camera flashes and cheering begin.

  “They loved you,” I say.

  “And it’s all because I love you,” she says.

  “Can we get the exclusive rights to the pictures of the child,” I hear a voice in the journalist area shout.

  I turn and lock eyes with him letting him know in no uncertain terms that this is my family and mine alone. We may be public in many parts of our life, but some things have to stay private…some things are too personal to share with anyone.

  And that’s my fiancée and will also be our children.

  “Sorry for asking,” the man says, correctly interpreting my stare.

  “He’s just doing his job,” Lily says as she kisses me.

  “And I’m just doing mine…with and for my family,” I say.

  “That’s right. We’re all yours,” she says taking my hand and putting in on her stomach.

  “And I’m all yours…both of you,” I say.

  EXTENDED EPILOGUE

  Lily

  Ten years later

  I watch from under the shade of a tree while I have lemonade with the Princess of Monaco.

  “Good one!” I shout to Lourdes, our oldest daughter as she kicks the soccer ball through the net past the diving arms of her father.

  We may be the royal family, but we’re not afraid to get our hands, or our clothes, dirty. At least not when it comes to our children.

  We have five kids now each perfectly spread apart by two years. Five kids plus two adults is the lucky number seven and I can’t see us having any more, even though I know Leo wants more…he really is a lion, in and out of the bedroom.

  There’s Lourdes, Luca, Lucia, Luis, and Lola. We figured if mom and dad’s names started with L then why not keep the tradition?

  And Leo has stayed just as possessive of us over the years. He’s very careful about which journalists he allows into our circle. So far it’s only been one…his friend Antonio.

  But even Antonio wasn’t allowed pictures of the children when they were babies. Leo said it was too personal to share, and he doesn’t like sharing our family with anyone. He’s such a private person, which is really nice actually as he goes out of his way to make our times outside our ho
me calm and enjoyable just for our family.

  We certainly do enjoy mixing with the people of Spain as they’re wonderful people and full of life, but we do that so much as it is that we need time to ourselves and to enjoy our family too.

  I’m a common type of person as it is so I actually enjoy mingling. There’s nothing more fun than walking the streets of Barcelona on a hot summer evening and feeling the excitement in the air from the people both young and old.