Pr*ck Charming

by Madison Faye

  “Show me that pretty pussy, angel,” he groans. “Show me how fucking wet you are.”

  The moan drips from my lips as I slide one hand down, teasing over my belly until my fingers slide through my slick lips. I swallow, the heat burning hot inside of me as I use two fingers to spread myself open for him.

  “You mean wet like this?”

  Cole groans, shoving his pants the rest of the way off as he wraps his hand around his thick cock and starts to stroke, his eyes drinking me in.

  “Fuck,” he growls, moving closer. His lips tease up my thighs, making me whimper before suddenly, he moves right in. My husband’s tongue drags over my slit, teasing against my opening before he drags it over my clit, making me gasp sharply in pleasure. He sucks gently on my little button, making my whole body writhe and rock against his mouth as his tongue teases over it.

  He groans into me, his hands holding my ass and pulling me hard against his hungry mouth as he runs his tongue over me again and again. One hand drops between his legs again, and he only growls deeper as he starts to stroke his thick cock as he licks my pussy.

  “No fair,” I moan, sliding my fingers into his hair. He looks up at me with a cocked brow. “You’re playing with my toy,” I whisper heatedly.

  Cole grins.

  “Your’s huh?”

  “Yup,” I purr back. “That is all mine.”

  “You want to play with this big cock, Princess?” he growls. “You want to feel this thick head push inside your sweet little cunt and stretch you open?”

  I groan, throwing my head back and gasping for air as he brushes my clit with his thumb.

  “Yes!” I gasp, rolling my hips against him, desperate for more.

  Cole moves up, kissing his way up my body. He lingers on my breasts, teasing my aching nipples with his tongue before I grab him and yank his mouth up to mine. I kiss him hungrily, tasting myself on his lips and moaning into him as I feel his muscled hips push my thighs apart.

  He strokes his cock, running the thick head up and down my slit, letting my arousal drip down his shaft.

  “Let me in, baby girl,” he groans into my lips, easing his thick head against my lips. I can feel his hot, sticky precum dripping over me, marking me, making me messy with him.

  “Let me in and let me show this tight little pussy how good I can make it feel.”

  We both gasp as he slips inside, my slick walls tight around his girth as he slowly drives in. I can feel myself opening for him, clinging so tightly to him as he pushes every inch of his gorgeous cock inside, until he’s buried to the hilt.

  “Just like that, angel,” Cole groans into my lips, his cock pulsing so deep inside of me. I cry out, wrapping my leg around his waist as he draws back and then plunges back in, his heavy balls slapping my ass as he drives in.

  “So,” I gasp, moaning as he starts to slowly fuck me with that thick, amazing cock. “You want to marry me? Again?”

  “Princess,” he growls into my lips. “I’d marry you every single day for the rest of our lives.”

  “I— oh fuck. I could work with that,” I moan.

  “How does noon sound,” he groans, his muscled hips and abs rolling as he pumps his thickness deep inside of me, my clit dragging against his shaft on every stroke.

  “I— I’ll have to look at my schedule and let you know.”

  “Perfect.” His lips crush to mine, and I moan as I drag my nails down his back as he starts to fuck me harder, and faster. Cole’s hand drops to my hip, grabbing it possessively as he thrusts in and out of me. His other hand grips the headrest of the seat above my head, his muscled body rippling and clenching tight as he drives between my legs again and again.

  Maybe it’s that I know there’s a wedding about to start any freaking second. Maybe it’s that my hot as hell husband fucking me in places like the backseats of limos, the bathrooms of concert venues, the roof of our palace, the hood of his car, and well, anywhere makes me wetter and gets me hotter than anything in the world.

  Or maybe it’s just that I fucking love him so damn much.

  Whatever it is, with him taking me like this, and making the pleasure explode through me like this, I know I’m going to come very soon.

  “I’m— oh fuck, Cole—”

  I whimper, throwing my head back as I rock my hips against his thrusts, wanting to take every single inch of him as deep as I can get him.

  “You’re going to make me—”

  “Come for me, Princess,” he growls. “Come for me my Queen.” His hand tightens on my hip, and I can feel his thick cock swelling up so hard inside of me as he drives it deep between my legs. His heavy, cum-filled balls slap my ass with every thrust, and when his head dips down to bite and kiss at the soft skin of my neck, I gasp as I start to tumble.

  “Make that tight little pussy come so good all over my big cock, angel. Make this little cunt come for me. You’re going to make me come too, angel. You’re going to make me pump you so full of my cum. And when I’m done, I’m going to pull those little panties back up so snug against your pussy. And when we walk back into that wedding and sit down, I want you to feel me. I want you to feel my hot cum soaking into your panties.”

  His cock drives into me harder and faster, my vision blurring at the corners as I cling to him and feel my whole body about to explode.

  “And after the wedding, you know what I’m going to do?” He leans close as his hips crash into mine and as his hand slides over to roll his fingers over my clit.

  “After that,” he brings his lips right against my ear, “I’m going to drag them off of you and fill you up with more cum.”

  Oh fuck.

  I scream as the climax explodes through me, my legs clenching so tight around him and my nails digging into his inked skin. I can feel my walls clamping down on his big, thick cock, and when I feel him roar and drive in all the way, we both go off together. I scream into his mouth, trembling against him as I feel his cock throb inside. Hot, thick ropes of his cum splash inside of me, pumping me so full of him that I can feel it leaking out around where we join.

  I cry out into his lips, holding him so close as the two of us keep moving together, until we finally come to a stumbling halt. We kiss until my lips are swollen, and until we both realize the time.

  “Shit!”

  We both laugh as we dress quickly, yanking our clothes back on as we hop out of the steamy back seat of the limo and dash back to the chapel.

  “Where’d you run off to?”

  I just smile at Callie, trying to swallow the heat from my face as I tuck an errant lock of my hair behind my ears. Her face goes red too as she rolls her eyes.

  “You two are insatiable, I swear,” she hisses under her breath.

  “Look who’s talking, Ms. ‘Oh me and my husband both need to use the restroom in the middle of a double date for thirty minutes.’”

  Callie snorts, grinning at me. “Well, you didn’t miss anything.”

  “Weren’t they supposed to start fifteen minutes ago?”

  “Yep,” Hayden chuckles as he leans over. “Gee I wonder what could be holding things up.”

  I grin and sink back into my seat. My hand finds Cole’s and when our fingers slide together, he gives me a squeeze and leans in.

  “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

  The blush quickly blooms over my face.

  “I’m going to assume that’s a yes,” he growls into my ear. His hand slides to my thigh, squeezing it and sending my pulse pounding as I turn to him.

  “Race you back to the limo?”

  He grins. “Ready, set..”

  Go.

  The End.

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  Madison

  His Captive Mountain Virgin

  His Captive Mountain Virgin

  Up on my mountain, she’ll play by my rules. My obsession. My Temptation. My Captive.

  When I left life as a hitman for the Russian mob years ago, I never wanted to look back. I took the millions I’d made doing their dirty work and built my retreat up on Blackthorn Mountain, away from everything.

  But a flash wildfire brings her to my front door, and from the moment I lay eyes on her, I know one thing: she’ll be mine.

  Gorgeous, sassy, innocent, untouched...and my prisoner. No one can know I’m here, so she stays. I’m keeping her.

  Life as a contract killer and now as a rough mountain man has turned my heart cold. I should keep a sweet girl like her away from me. But once I put my hands on her tempting curves and once I taste those sweet, innocent lips, I want nothing else than to keep her as close as possible.

  I’ve saved her from the fire, but if we aren’t careful, we’ll both get burned.

  Because my past isn’t done with me. The mob I walked away from years before thinks they can use Chloe to get to me, but they’re dead fucking wrong

  Up here, I’m king, she’s my mountain queen, and I’ll storm heaven and hell to keep her safe.

  Chloe’s got a fight in her, but once I lay my hands on her, I’m never letting her go.

  Just so we’re clear, this book is completely out of control, and reality has left the building. If you’re looking for realism, this ain’t it. But, if you’ve got a hankering for a growly-alpha-caveman hero that will stop at nothing to claim what’s his, then you’re probably going to devour this book ;). Safe, no cheating, and HEA guaranteed.

  Chapter 1

  Chloe

  Around me, everything burned.

  Smoke choked the air, and ash fell like black and grey snow as I stumbled through the hazy heat, calling names.

  “James! Amanda! Lauren! Kyle!”

  The rest of the kids were already down the trail and hopefully waiting on the school bus with the other teachers. But when we’d realized we had four still missing, I hadn’t even thought before I’d gone dashing back up the trail.

  “Kids!”

  Somewhere nearby, there was a huge cracking sound, and I screamed as a tree ten feet from me exploded into flames.

  …This was not how today's field trip was supposed to go down. And the worst part was that this entire thing had been my idea.

  School trips for the kindergarten-through-sixth graders at Macworth Preparatory Academy typically went places more befitting, well, their station. I hate to use that term since it sounds like something out of the eighteen hundreds, but when you’ve got a class full of kids whose parents are dropping ninety-thousand bucks a year on private elementary school, it feels like it fits.

  Yeah, coming out to the woods up on Blackthorn Mountain wasn’t something the kids I was teaching ever did, and certainly not on a school bus, God forbid. No, the school trips those kids usually went on were on planes to Switzerland, or on luxury cruise lines to the Caribbean. But I’d pushed hard to take them all out here to Blackthorn for a slice of something real — to get these kids outside for once.

  And for a solid hour, it seemed like things were actually going well. Despite the grumblings and the wining, and the “where’s the wifi?” complaints, I think some of them had actually started to have fun. But the fire had come out of nowhere, and now, there I was, staggering through smoke and ash, scared out of my mind looking for four kids. And if anything happened to them, I knew I’d never forgive myself in a million years.

  “Kids!”

  I coughed violently, doubling over and gripping a tree trunk as smoke choked my throat. But I pushed on, lungs burning as I screamed their names again.

  Suddenly, I heard a sob.

  Close.

  I whirled, dashing past a blazing tree-trunk to a pile of boulders poking through the underbrush. The sob came again, and when I scrambled around to the other side of it, I let out a choking gasp of relief. I threw my arms around the four eight-years-olds, hugging them fiercely and almost sobbing with relief.

  “Okay, guys, we’ve gotta run!”

  “Ms. Jennings, are we going to die?”

  Not a fucking chance, I hissed to myself inside. But I smiled at little Amanda Ramos as I hugged her close.

  “No way, kiddo, but we gotta run so we don’t get burned, okay? The bus is waiting for us, so let’s go!”

  That got them going, and suddenly, I had Amanda in my arms, Lauren’s hand in mine, and James and Kyle scampering after me as we ran full blast down the trail to the parking lot.

  My lungs burned fiercely, and tears streamed down my ash-blackened cheeks. The fire seemed to explode around us — jumping from tree to tree faster and faster, until it was blazing well ahead of us on the trail. The heat was withering, and I was scared out of my mind, but there was one thing that kept me going:

  These kids were not going to get hurt here today. Not a chance.

  I could see Tricia and Mike — two of the other teachers who’d come today — running as fast they could up the trail to meet us. When suddenly, with a sound like a bomb going off and a shower of sparks, an enormous tree plunged to the ground, right across the trail in front of us.

  The kids and I screamed, staggering to a stop just shy of the huge blaze, and I started to lose it. I started to panic, and I almost broke, when something inside of me snapped.

  Not today.

  “Catch her!” I screamed at Mike, who barely had a chance to understand what I was saying before I heaved little Amanda right over the burning log into his arms. I grabbed Lauren next, grunting as I did the same. Jake was next, and I was scooping little James up when the blast came.

  I screamed again, knocked sideways and rolling to protect the little guy in my arms as the heat blasted over us. I staggered to my feet, barely able to see Mike and Tricia through the flames before I blindly tossed James over to them.

  “We got him!” Tricia screamed through the inferno. “Chloe, we got them all! Now get over here before—”

  With a sound like the earth breaking open, the whole world went red and hot.

  I didn’t even scream this time, as the wind was sucked out of my lungs with the blast. I grunted, thrown sideways and off my feet, and slamming into a burning tree before I crumpled to the ground.

  Everything went into slow motion around me. There was a ringing sound in my ears, and I started to stagger to my feet, but a I looked around I realized I had no idea where anything was. I couldn’t see Tricia and Mike. I couldn’t see the trail. All I could see was huge walls of flames, getting closer and closer.

  And then I started to cry.

  Tears streamed down my face as I tried to stagger to my knees, but the smoke choked me back down. I tried again, but this time when I fell, I knew I wasn’t getting back up again. The world spun around me, and everything started to get dim.

  If I was anyone else, I’d have thought of the people I’d wish I could say goodbye to. But there really wasn’t anyone. I was an only child whose parents had died when I was eighteen. And at twenty-two and living in a somewhat hostile new city and working at a cold new job, I didn’t really have any friends. As for someone more than a friend? Well, that was laughable. No boyfriend. No friend with benefits. No nothing, ever.

  Yeah, twenty-two, no friends or family, and I was going to die a virgin in some freak forest fire. It was like the ending to some sad, terrible indie movie or something.

  The fire grew hotter, th
e world burned fiercer, and as I sunk into the dead leaves and underbrush, my only thought was hoping that the bus got out okay. If the bus and those kids got out okay, this would be worth it.

  This is how it ends I guess, I thought miserably to myself as I felt the air leaving my lungs completely.

  And then suddenly, there was a roar, and I froze.

  It wasn’t a roar like the fire I’d been hearing. I shivered, realizing it almost sounded like an animal. The sound of smashing wood and breaking branches came crashing towards me followed by another roar, and it felt like slow motion as I rolled over and let my eyes land on…

  …On him.

  Oh, now I know I’m dying.

  The man I could see running right at me through the flames was shirtless, his lips pulled back in a roar across his chiseled jaw, and his crystal blue eyes blazing through the fire. His muscled arms and chest were covered in tattoos, pumping and coiling as he vaulted a burning stump and crashed through more blazing underbrush.

  I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell him to be careful, or to not get burned, but when I opened my mouth, no sound came out. Slowly, my eyelids felt heavier and heavier, until they shut completely.

  The last of my air brushed past my cracked lips. I started to go under when suddenly, I felt huge, powerful hands grab me up off the ground. I felt weightless as the hands lifted me effortlessly, and when I felt my body drape over a hard, muscled shoulder, I felt it all go dim.

  “Hang on to me,” a rough, deep voice growled close to my ear.

  I remember shivering and thinking how beautiful that voice was. And then everything went black.

  Chapter 2

  Vlad

  Beautiful.

  My pulse thudded in my ears as I kicked in the door to my place. I ached everywhere from my run through the fire — my clothes as burned and singed as hers and blood trickling down a gash in my arm. But one look down at the angel in my arms, and the rest of it faded to nothing.