by Rye Hart
But once he had me on my hands and knees he continued to fuck my pussy hard and deep.
“I want you to take me, Enzo.” He continued thrusting and leaned down to kiss my neck and whisper in my ear.
“Are you sure, baby? Are you ready for me?” His hand went to my ass, and he pushed his thumb against my tight hole. “I’m not sure you are.” He brought his hand around and had me suck his fingers and then he brought them back to my bottom and pushed his index finger deep as his cock thrust hard into my pussy.
I winced and moaned as he fingered me and soon he sped his hand up to a nice steady fuck. It felt amazing as he worked both holes and I felt myself tighten on his finger as I came all over his cock.
“So tight. I’m not sure you’re ready, baby.”
I turned my head and begged. “Please?”
“If you insist.” He got up and left me empty, and I wanted to cry, my need growing stronger the longer he was gone, but then he returned with a tube and squirted it on my tight star before shoving two fingers in fast and hard.
I cried out, and he leaned forward fucking my tight ass. “It’s going to be worse than that.” I felt my pussy drip as he continued and I was more convinced than ever that I needed his dick in it.
“Please. I can take it. I want it. It’s making me so hot.” I pushed my ass back against him and wiggled, and he pulled his lubed fingers out and then his cock too.
He got in my face and rested his forehead on mine. “You don’t have to worry, love. I’m going to take it, but no until you’re ready.” He pulled me up and against him, cradling me in his arms. Then he pushed himself back inside my slick channel and gently rocked against me. “We have the rest of our lives together to try if you want.” He kissed me slow and soft, and when he pulled away, he met my eyes.
“Yes, Enzo. Forever, yes.” And we kissed deeply once more and spent the rest of the night making love with the peace in our hearts and minds that we’d never be apart.
EPILOGUE - ENZO
I was excited to be back in New York with Cindy, and even though it had been a year, and I was officially crowned the King Majesty of Aramis, there was more important business to tend to than making appearances at the charity galas.
“Did you have any luck?” I asked Esme and Cindy as they returned to the car from their shopping day. I had gone to do a bit of shopping of my own and had left the ladies at the bridal shop.
“Cindy found her dress.” Esme wore a big grin.
“I still don’t understand why we had to come all the way back home to New York just to find a dress when I could have any dress you’d want custom-made for you at the castle.” She’d insisted we return for the occasion and then hadn’t let me attend the shopping with her.
“Because I’ve always dreamt of shopping in New York for my wedding dress. It’s not like I expected to marry a King.”
“You should have dreamed bigger. I can’t help it if your fantasies were simpler than my reality.” I gave her a nudge, and she rolled her eyes playfully. “Where is it?”
“Being fitted. Besides, you’re not allowed to see it.”
“Not allowed to see it? Are you going to poke my eyes out on our wedding day?” I smiled at my daughter who rolled her eyes in the same manner as Cindy. The two had spent so much time together lately that they were beginning to act the same.
“Daddy, you can’t see the bride’s dress before she comes down the aisle to you. It’s a tradition.”
“I’m the King; perhaps I’ll change that tradition. I want to see it.” The two weren’t giving in and shook their heads and laughed.
Esme took out her phone as Cindy lay her head on my shoulder. “We had a fun day, and you’ll be surprised on our wedding day.”
“I’d rather you leave the surprises for our wedding night,” I whispered in her ear.
“Hello, your child is sitting right here.” Esme gestured to herself and made a face. “At least let me find my ear buds before you start that mushy talk.” She dug in her bag and then looked up and bit her lip like she did when she was thinking hard about something. “They aren’t in my bag, Cindy.”
“Maybe they’re here in the seat.” Cindy had let Esme ride beside me on the way to the shops, so she searched down in the seats of my car.
She made a face and then pulled something out. “What’s this?” Her mouth popped open, and she met my eyes. The object was a heel from a pair of pumps I’d found at a club about a year earlier.
“That’s been there a while. Lucas picked it up at a club one night.” I held up my hands defensively and hoped she’d realized I hadn’t had a moment away from to pick up women.
“Why did he pick it up?” She turned it in her fingers studying it.
“There was this incident at a club, and I had seen this beautiful woman, so I had him go—”
“The reporter,” said Cindy. “He knocked into me, and I lost my balance and broke my heel. This is mine.” She closed her eyes. “That’s where I’d seen Greg Levinas before. I didn’t see you there.”
“I knew I knew you from somewhere. You thought I was fresh, but I was right all along.”
“What a crazy coincidence,” she said turning the heel in her fingers.
“It’s fate.” I leaned over and kissed her as Esme let out a frustrated breath.
“I found it!” she screamed pulling the long cord out of her coat pocket. Then she shoved her buds in and turned to the window as I went in for another kiss from my future bride.
“I can’t believe that. All this time and we never put it together.”
“All that matters is that we found each other. I won’t picky about how. I’d not change one single thing about our story.”
“Me either.” I held her close as we drove back to the estate and she brought the heel into the house with her.
“You’re keeping it?” I took it from her, and she snatched it back with a grin.
“Are you kidding? I still have the pumps, and after they’re fixed, I’m going to wear them to our wedding.” I wasn’t about to ask her why she had a pair of broken shoes, that was my Cindy.
“Good thing I know a cobbler. I’ll have it sent immediately.”
“What’s a cobbler, Daddy? Isn’t that pie?” Esme scrunched her nose.
Cindy brushed back Esme’s hair. “It’s a person who makes and repairs shoes, but the term is a little outdated.”
Esme shrugged and scampered off to her room.
Cindy turned and tossed the heel into the air and caught it. “The perks of being King.” She let out a little sigh and giggled.
“Yes, if you consider mending used shoes for my bride a perk. Most would think I’m a cheap bastard.”
“Maybe I should call Greg Levinas and tell him about it. That’d be a good spin for him.” She brought her arms around me and kissed my frown.
“Not funny. For that I should I should take you to my royal bed and punish you for threatening the King.” I leaned down and kissed her neck and worked my way down to her breasts.
“Maybe you should do it with your royal cock, Your Majesty.” She reached down and gripped me through my pants.
“I think that can be arranged. You know me and my perks, and when you’re queen, you’ll have all the same perks.” She rolled her eyes and let out another giggle as I nipped at her earlobe.
She hadn’t always liked me spoiling her, but she would adapt. I took her hand and led her upstairs, checking on Esme along the way who was curled up on her bed reading a comic with her ear buds in place.
I let Cindy into our room and shut the door behind me. Then I turned around and crossed my arms. “Take off your clothes.”
She smiled and stepped back to where I’d have a good view and slipped her skirt up a bit to pull her panties down. She stepped out of them and tossed them to me. I picked them up and crumpled them in my fist and breathed in her scent. “Mm. Intoxicating. More. Now.” She reached behind her and slowly undid the zipper of her dress and let it fall. T
hen she picked it up and tossed it over the chair beside her. She was left in her bra and heels, so, she reached between her breasts to pop the clasp. Her breasts spilled out, and after she had shrugged free of the fabric, she cupped them, pushing them together and pinching her nipples.
I motioned for her to turn and he did, spinning a slow circle so I could take her in.
I walked to the chair and sat. “Kneel before your King. I want to fuck those gorgeous tits.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Her voice was an octave lower than usual as she walked forward and dropped to her knees, cupping her breasts together.
I leaned my hips forward, and she scooted closer, taking my cock into her hands. They felt so smooth against my erection that I almost asked her for a hand job, but then she licked her lips, and I knew how hot that mouth was. “Fuck it, baby.”
She leaned forward and brought her tits around my cock, pressing them on each side and moving them up and down. After a moment, she tucked her chin, and as I slowly fucked her tits, she worked her mouth on my head, licking and slurping as I ran my fingers through her hair.
“You’re so good to me, Cindy. I love you so much.”
“Anything for my King, Enzo. And I love you too.” I closed my eyes and lay my head back knowing that she’d give me anything I asked and being completely content just to have her near.
EPILOGUE - CINDY
I worked his cock with my breasts and mouth, and before long he stood and rocked his hips to fuck my throat nice and steady until my need grew so great, I had to touch myself. I slipped my hand down and rubbed my little bud, dipping deeper every so often to spread my nectar.
He pulled away, and I gasped for breath. “Go lay on the bed, and don’t stop what you’re doing.”
I turned and went across the room to the bed and climbed on. I crawled on my knees to the middle and lay back spreading my legs. I rubbed my inner thighs and then slipped one hand down to my clit where I rubbed firmly, and then pinched my nipples with the other sending delicious waves of pleasure through my body.
Enzo stood beside the bed and stroked his cock with a nice steady pace, and I matched his with my own hands. “That’s right, rub that little slit for your King. I want you nice and wet for me.”
He climbed onto the bed for a closer look, and I threw my head back and closed my eyes as my first orgasm consumed me.
“That’s so hot, baby. I love to watch you come.” He nudged his way between my legs, and I let them fall to my side. “That’s right, open for me.” He pressed his thick bell against my slit and then with a pop around his rim, his head was inside me.
“You’re just as tight as the first time, Cindy. It’s like you’re a virgin every time I slide it in.” His words were like praise to my ears, and I rocked my hips on his head, letting it pop in and out of my tight hole.
He slid deeper, inching as he went, until he was all the way to his base, his thick bell hitting my depths and banging against me hard. His cock rubbed past my spot, stimulating an orgasm that had my toes curling.
My walls gripped him, clenching and quaking around him as it milked him and he reached out and stroked my nipple and gave it a hard pinch before slapping my tit.
He lifted up my legs, tilting my hips to drive against my g spot and before I knew it, I was coming again.
He’d always given me multiples, and since I’d let him take my ass several times over the past year, he’d even made me come with anal stimulation. I craved it. “I want you to take all of me,” I whispered looking up into his eyes.
“I’ve got just the thing.” He leaned over into his side drawer and pulled out my large dildo and then the tube of lube that we’d used more than half of the last time we’d played in our New York bed.
“Up on all fours.” I did as he commanded and reached down to play with my clit until he slipped the big, fat dildo inside my channel. He fucked me hard with it, pounding my little pussy until I went weak kneed and my fluids splashed down my legs.
Suddenly I felt his mouth there, his tongue licking the trail, and then he moaned in appreciation for my taste as he rose up and aimed his cock against my ass. “You’re more than ready.” He pushed his head against my tight star, meeting resistance and then it slid inside, stretching me with such aching pleasure that I wanted to scream out.
I bit the base of my palm, and he held my hips. “You better work that toy. And fuck it, good baby, I’ve got my hands full with this hot ass of yours.” I reached down and worked the toy inside me as he fucked my ass.
“I’m going to come soon, baby. We’ll have to take round two in the shower.” I moaned in approval, and he slapped my ass hard before picking up his pace. Nearing his own release, he quickly slipped out of my ass and took the dildo from me, replacing it with his cock. Soon his cock was spasming deep in my channel as he released his thick cum in me, soaking me completely.
He took my hand and pulled me up and into his arms. I clenched tight wanting to keep him inside me. The King’s seed was what heirs were made of, and I couldn’t wait for the day to give him another child, one of our blood.
Once we were in the shower and under the warm spray, he pushed me back against the wall and kissed my breasts.
“I want to have your child.” I kissed his shoulder, and he looked up and met my eyes.
“Are you sure? You mean soon?”
“It’s not important when just that you want it too.”
“Of course, I want it, Cindy. Esme has been the shining moment of my life, but I missed out on so much of her infancy. Her mother didn’t let me have contact at first.”
“This would be much different, we’d be a family then, and Esme would have a sibling.”
“I’d like a son.” He kissed my lips and moved to my jaw toward my ear.
“Whenever you’re ready. I’ll go see the doctor and get off of my birth control.” I wanted him to make the decision, and I knew it would come after our wedding. He’d want things to be official and there to be no room for gossip against me.
The whole country had looked forward to our wedding, and so far, I was well-accepted. With his father’s passing, just days after his coronation, we made a united front at the funeral. According to the tabloids, I had held my own with the Royals through the tragedy and met the public’s approval.
They also loved their new Princess and Esme had been invited to many charity functions and parties herself, and over the past year had finally hit her double-digits, though, by the way, she carried herself, you’d think she was twenty instead of ten.
Suddenly, Enzo stepped back and brought his hands up my arms. “Are you happy with the way it’s been? I know had reservations about letting me take care of you, but you’re keeping busy, and it’s to my benefit. Besides, when you’re Queen that will be your job, Cindy.”
“I’m fine as long as we’re both happy and I’ve enjoyed planning our wedding, but it’s hardly the same as being an event coordinator like I was before.”
“You’ll be so busy once we’re wed that you won’t have time to worry about working.”
“Oh, is that a fact?” I wondered how he’d keep me busy as the ache between my legs grew into a burning need. I rolled my hips against him.
“Yes, because I’m going to keep you on your back until we’ve got a baby on the way.” He pressed against my flat tummy and then trailed his hand down to cup my sex. I moaned and rubbed myself against him.
“I hope long after that as well.” I gripped his ass and held him close, and his erection pressed into me hard.
“You must be ready for round two.” His eyes burned into mine as he reached down and lifted me up against the wall so that I was tall enough to reach his cock.
He hitched me up, and soon he was back inside me, grinding himself deep as we moved together. This was my love, and I wanted to give him the world, but for now, I wanted to make him come and fill me up; practice for what was to come. I couldn’t wait until it was real and we were trying to conceive.
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nbsp; He lay his head against me and rocked his hips, and then he looked into my eyes as he caressed me slow and tender like I was the most precious thing in the world.
“What if we don’t have a son the first time? Will you want to keep trying until we do?” His eyes were hopeful and when I nodded they brightened.
“Of course.” I laughed, and his eyes flashed with a wild look, and he pounded harder into me.
We continued to make love until the warm water turned cold and we were left shivering and spent in each other’s arms.
BONUS CHAPTER
“I hope you’re up for it; it’s a long walk.” Enzo took my hand and pulled me up from my chair.
Lucas laughed from across the room. “You’ll get used to the long walks before you know it. There’s a lot of ground to cover in this place.” He walked over to Margarite and sat beside her with Esme who had her nose stuck in her phone playing a game.
I still hadn’t seen the entire castle, and Enzo had made a point to take me on tour of a new section each day. Now and then those trips would lead to romantic encounters, but most times, there were too many people around for that.
“I’m not afraid of a long walk. In the event industry, we stayed on our feet for hours at a time, but my biggest fear is wandering off alone and getting lost.”
“Don’t go anywhere without your cell phone and you’ll be fine,” said Esme, who had been paying more attention than I’d thought.
“Have you ever gotten lost?” I asked.
She looked up at me with a grin. “No, I figure if I keep walking I’ll end up full circle. As long as I don’t leave the castle.” She shrugged, and the others laughed at my expense. Of course, the castle was a huge maze, but getting lost would be harder than it seemed.
I elbowed Enzo who had laughed the loudest. “Where are you taking me?”
“To the north dungeon.”