Claiming His Princess: A Beauty and The Beast Romance (Filthy Fairy Tales Book 4)

by Parker Grey

  I run one hand up her side, feeling her warm body under her dress, the curve of her breast swelling with each breath. It’s almost more than I can take.

  I need her here, now, and I don’t care who knows what we’re doing. I skim my thumb over one nipple, through the fabric, and even through her bra I feel it stiffen under my hand.

  “Ella,” I whisper into her ear. “I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name, and I’m going to do it right here in this hallway.”

  Ella freezes suddenly, holding her breath.

  “Wait,” she whispers. “Grayson.”

  “What?” I ask, kissing her neck, her collarbone.

  All I can think about is getting on my knees in front of this perfect, beautiful girl. Licking her sweet pussy and tasting her until she comes completely undone.

  Ella clears her throat. She clears it again, until I stop and look up at her.

  “I’m a virgin,” she says.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Ella

  I shouldn’t have said anything, because now Grayson is just staring at me. Like I’m some sort of swamp monster or alien or something.

  He probably would have figured it out when I didn’t know what I was doing, but I could have faked it for a while. I’ve seen movies, I’ve used a vibrator, I’m not a total idiot.

  I’m just... inexperienced.

  “Say it again,” he commands.

  I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall, biting my lip.

  “I’m a virgin,” I whisper.

  “Again.”

  “I’m a virgin?”

  His lips are back on me, moving from my collarbone down my chest, along the fairly low neckline of my dress.

  “Good,” he says. “Because I want to be the first man to taste you.”

  Grayson reaches under my dress, through the open back, and unhooks my strapless bra with one hand, pulling it out and tossing it into a corner.

  “I want to be the first man to hear you moan as I pleasure you,” he says, taking a nipple in his teeth through my dress.

  I gasp, my hands on his head, in his hair.

  “I want to be the first man to undress you, taste your sweet honey, and fuck you with my tongue while you come,” he murmurs.

  My toes curl in my shoes. No one’s ever talked to me this way, and I never imagined that anyone would, but my panties are soaked completely through right now. I can feel myself absolutely throbbing with desire, and the lower he moves, the more I want him.

  “And I want to be the first man to feel you come while I fuck your sweet little pussy,” he finishes.

  I’m speechless. I have no idea how to respond to that — what do I say, sounds good? — But Grayson is already on his knees in front of me, his hands squeezing and kneading my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

  I moan, despite myself, and he chuckles, his mouth grazing my lower belly, my hip, and then at last, his lips brushing over my mound, all through my dress.

  I wobble in my sparkly shoes, and he pushes his hands up my dress, along my legs, until he reaches my panties. Then he tugs them down until they’re around my ankles, and I wobble again trying to get them off.

  The moment they’re in the corner, next to my discarded bra, Grayson’s fingers are stroking up my inner thigh, brushing the crease where it meets my hip. His fingers are rough and gentle, all at once, and he slides them between my folds while I’m still standing, instantly finding my pleasure button.

  I just grab his hair a little harder and hold on, head thrown back, biting my lip, and I swear he growls.

  “You like that, kitten?” he murmurs, his fingers moving faster in my slick wetness.

  “Yes,” I gasp out, even though I can’t believe I’m doing this.

  Grayson shoves my skirt up higher, and now he’s holding it up over my hips. I’m totally exposed, in this small hallway inside the Royal Palace, the only thing covering the crown prince’s face.

  “You like being touched in public,” he says, his voice low, dangerous, and inches from my pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me, kitten, and I want to lick every drop of honey from your sweet little cunt.”

  I just moan. Ten minutes ago I’d have been shocked that someone said that to me, but right now I just want more. More of his fingers, more of his tongue, more of... him.

  “Please, Grayson,” I whimper.

  He chuckles, and suddenly I feel his tongue on me, sliding into my cleft, and I force myself to loosen my grip on his hair as I turn my head to one side.

  Don’t make too much noise, I remind myself. Everyone will be able to hear you...

  Suddenly, Grayson grabs one leg and hoists it over his shoulder, spreading my thighs apart right in front of his face. I gasp, wobbling on the other leg, but his strong, firm hands keep me upright even as he groans in pleasure.

  Instantly, his tongue is on my clit, flicking it in a slow, lazy circle as his fingers stroke my dripping entrance, gently moving back and forth across my swollen, drooling lips.

  I forget where I am, or that I’m standing on a single high heel. I forget absolutely everything except the prince’s mouth on me and how fucking incredible it feels.

  “Grayson,” I whisper. “Oh my God, that feels so good.”

  He licks me harder, faster, his tongue working total magic on me as his finger slide between my wet lips, teasing me even more. I bite my lip almost hard enough to draw blood, because I want to scream.

  I want to beg him to fuck me right here, right now. I want him to stretch me with his fingers and then I want him to bend me over and take me hard and deep standing against this wall. I don’t care that everyone in the ballroom can probably hear us, and I don’t care that the doormen right outside almost certainly know what’s going on in here.

  One finger enters me, slowly, gently, and Grayson strokes the sensitive front wall of my pussy with it, in time with his tongue.

  It feels so good I nearly scream, one fist to my mouth so I don’t make too much noise.

  “Please,” I beg. “Please, Grayson, please.”

  I don’t even know what exactly I’m asking him to do, I just know that I’m wound up and nearly desperate.

  All at once, his finger inside me bends in a way that makes me arch my back and roll my eyes at the exact same time that he closes his lips around my clit and sucks on it.

  I feel like fireworks go off inside me, slowly at first but building and building until they crescendo and I have to bite my fist to keep from screaming Grayson’s name while he licks me and fucks me, still standing there in the hallway.

  When it’s over, tremors are still moving through my body. I’ve still got my head back against the wall, my eyes closed, and I’m panting for breath with my lips slightly parted.

  Grayson stands, letting the skirt of my dress fall to the floor. When I open my eyes, he’s grinning, and he takes my hand and kisses it.

  Holy shit, the prince just ate me out in public, I think, and the reminder stuns me so much that I’m speechless.

  I feel like I should run, maybe without even telling him goodbye. I can’t believe I did that — me, nice girl, waitress and housekeeper Ella.

  And I can’t believe I want to do it again.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” Grayson says. “I could lick your pussy for ten hours straight, kitten.”

  Despite everything, I feel myself blush.

  “I liked that,” I whisper, and he just grins.

  “Good,” he says. “Because we’re just getting started.”

  And with that, he takes my hand and pulls me along the hallway, leaving my bra and panties behind.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Grayson

  I don’t even wait for the door to my chambers to close before I’m claiming her mouth again with my own, thrusting my tongue deeply inside her. I can still smell her honey on myself, and the smell only turns me on even more.

  “Ella,” I growl.

  She runs her hands
lightly down my chest, her lips swollen from our kisses, almost like she’s not quite sure what to do next.

  Ella has an innocence about her that I find utterly intoxicating. Like every time she hesitates I want her more, want to show her what to do, bend her to my will.

  I grab her ass. I pull her against me roughly, my thick, throbbing erection against her lower belly as she bites her lip and moans quietly.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, my voice low and rough. “And you’re going to be mine, kitten.”

  “Make me yours,” she whispers, blinking up at me through her long eyelashes as her hands come to rest on my belt. “Please.”

  In response, I run my hands up her body, grabbing her breasts through the shimmering blue fabric, sliding my hands over her nipples as they stiffen. Ella’s eyes drift closed with pleasure and I squeeze a little harder, pinching her nipples a little more roughly.

  She moans and slides her hand lightly down the front of my trousers, along the length of my cock, and I swear lightning passes through my entire body that I can’t control. I kiss her again, tugging on the neckline of her dress, moving it down her flushed, creamy skin until one rosy nipple pops out.

  I run my thumb across it roughly, and Ella moans into my mouth, the sound driving me even wilder as she melts into me. I move my lips from her mouth along her jaw, to the soft, delectable skin of her neck, still rolling her nipple between my fingers as I walk her backward, across the room.

  In a few moments, we’re at a huge leather couch. On the wall opposite one end is an enormous, gilt-edged dressing mirror. Ella stumbles for a moment as her feet hit the couch, but in a moment, I’ve lifted her, shoved her against the back and I’m kneeling underneath her.

  I pull on her dress again and her other nipple pops out, dusky pink and fucking perfect, just begging to be sucked and licked so I take it into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, still playing with her other nipple.

  Ella’s straddling me, her legs wrapped around my back, and as I suck and lick her she sighs, squeezing me tighter and rolling her hips against my thick shaft. I groan and bite her nipple a little harder, glancing in the mirror as I do.

  God, she’s fucking beautiful. She’s even more beautiful like this, half-undone, letting me pleasure her like the dirty girl she is as she gasps and moans.

  I lick her nipple one last time and she gasps, bucking her hips against me wildly, like she’s lost all self-control. I’m completely utterly, impossibly hard and every time she grinds her heat against me I think I might just come right then and there, it feels so good.

  “You like feeling your wet little pussy against my cock?” I ask before taking her nipple in my teeth again.

  Ella pauses, panting for breath.

  “Yes,” she finally whispers.

  “You’re so wet you’re about to soak straight through the fabric,” I go on, releasing her nipple from my teeth. “Tell me, should I make you come again?”

  She just nods, breathless, and I pull her dress down again by the neck. Something tears, but suddenly Ella is undressed to the waist, her perfect, small-but-full breasts heaving in front of me. I can’t fucking help myself. I suck one nipple into my mouth, then the other, leaving them even pinker and puffier.

  Ella gasps and moans, winding her fingers through my hair.

  “Grayson,” she whimpers. “That feels so good.”

  I flick my tongue across one and look up at her, still grinding her against my cock because she’s so fucking delicious that I can’t help myself.

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” I growl. “I want to hear it from your pretty little mouth.”

  Her eyes pop open, and she swallows before putting one hand on my chest.

  “I want you to...”

  She trails off, like she’s suddenly shy even though she’s half naked on my lap. I slide one hand up her thigh until I can stroke her wetness with one thumb, and she bites her lip in pleasure.

  “You want me to stroke your tight little pussy until you come?” I ask.

  She nods, her chest still rising and falling tantalizingly.

  “You want me to put my fingers inside you?” I go on.

  She nods, wordless. I lean in until my lips are almost on her ear.

  “You want me to fuck you deep with my thick, hard cock?”

  Ella shivers so hard I can feel it, her nipples stiffening against my chest as she swallows hard.

  “Yes,” she finally whispers.

  “Say it.”

  “I want you to...”

  I bite her ear, and she gasps.

  “Fuck me,” she whispers quickly.

  I bite harder.

  I barely know this girl, but I need her. I want to be her first, and suddenly, I know she’s going to be my last.

  I slide my fingers between her lips, stroking her slick entrance, and she moans again.

  “I can’t wait to be your first, kitten,” I whisper.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Ella

  I lean backward against the couch, letting Grayson stroke me. My dress is half off, I’m pretty sure it’s ruined, and I can’t believe I’m half-dressed on a couch with the crown prince who I barely know, but everything feels so good that I don’t care.

  “Please,” I whisper, though I don’t even know what I’m asking.

  I’m so wound up that I want him right now, I want to slide down the zipper of his pants, pull out his cock, and slide him deep inside my virgin pussy until he makes me come again.

  And I think I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

  “Please what?” he growls, teasing, one thumb circling my clit.

  I shift my hips again, bucking them against the cock I so desperately want.

  “Please fuck me,” I say, my voice a barely-audible whisper.

  In a flash, Grayson is standing and pulling me off the couch. He kisses me roughly, pushing my dress the rest of the way off. There’s another tearing sound, but as soon as I’m completely naked in front of him I’m somehow back on the couch, only this time I’m on all fours.

  There’s a massive mirror across from me, and I’m looking at myself over the arm of the couch. Grayson is standing beside me, still totally clothed, and he leans down to kiss me as he runs one hand along my spine, from my neck to my lower back.

  But he doesn’t stop. I gasp as his finger moves down the cleft between my ass cheeks, right over the sensitive ring there, but then his hand is on my pussy again, his fingers teasing at my opening.

  I feel so exposed, so vulnerable, but as he pushes one finger inside and strokes my inner wall, I don’t care anymore.

  “You’ve got a tight little pussy,” he growls, pushing his finger further in.

  I tighten my hands on the leather of the couch. Even though it’s just one finger, it still feels so good, especially as he moves it inside me against all my most sensitive parts.

  “More,” I gasp.

  “Greedy,” he chides me, his other hand stroking slowly up my back, but he pulls his hand back and then adds a second finger, fucking me slowly, and I gasp.

  Now it feels really good, like I’m filled up, and I rock backward on my hands and knees, taking him all the way up to his knuckles, moaning for more.

  “That’s right, I want to see you fuck me like the dirty girl you are,” Grayson says, crooking both his fingers at once inside me.

  I just moan, pushing my hips back again. I need more of him, and I need him deeper, now, as he runs his other hand through my hair and then grabs a handful, pulling my head back just slightly.

  “Do you want more?” he asks softly, though his voice is filled with control and lust.

  He’s standing next to me, the entire outline of his cock perfectly visible through his pants. Even though I’ve never touched one before, I’ve got a general idea of what they’re supposed to look like.

  And this one looks huge, almost like the prince has a cucumber in his pants. Even as I push back against him, fucking
myself with his hand, I can’t stop staring at the thing.

  “I asked you a question, kitten,” he growls, and I finally tear my eyes away, taking his fingers in again as deep as I can.

  “Yes,” I moan.

  He slides his hand along the outline of his clothed cock, smirking. I push back against his hand again and then gasp in surprise as he pushes another finger inside me, stretching my virgin entrance a little bit further.

  “You’re so fucking wet and tight,” he says, his hand still tracing the outline of his cock, right in front of my face. I push back against him, sinking his fingers as deep as they’ll go, and I moan even louder than before.

  I keep going, faster and faster, while heat builds inside me. I’ve gotten myself off before, but never this way, and it’s new and exciting and just completely incredible. I don’t care that I’m on my hands and knees on a couch with someone I barely know, this just feels so right and so good that I’m powerless to stop.

  “Grayson,” I moan, trying to push him deeper. “Make me come again.”

  He chuckles, but I swear his cock practically jumps in his pants.

  But then he pulls his fingers from my pussy, lazily running them against my clit before stepping around me,

  Now he’s right in front of me, and he inserts his fingers into his mouth one by one, licking them clean as I watch, fascinated.

  “You’re fucking delicious, kitten,” he says.

  I can’t wait. I reach out for him with one hand, moving it slowly down his washboard abs to his belt, then slowly fingering the heavy buckle while I look up at him, biting my lip, like I’m asking for permission.

  He chuckles again, then reaches down and slowly, excruciatingly slowly, undoes his belt. I’m panting for breath, and I can feel my juices running down the inside of one thigh.