by Parker Grey
Leo
God, she’s fucking beautiful, on her hands and knees in front of me, still trembling from her last orgasm, looking at me over her shoulder like she still wants more, like she can’t get enough.
And she’s mine. All mine, totally and utterly my princess.
I guide the tip of my cock to her back entrance and swallow hard, because I’m still afraid of hurting her. But I want her, every part of her.
And I want Josephine to feel every kind of pleasure imaginable.
I ease the tip of my cock in, watching, transfixed, as it disappears into her ass. Josephine sighs softly as I slide in, bit by bit, going so slow it’s excruciating because she’s so tight it’s like a fist around my cock.
Only tighter.
When I finally pop the head of my cock into her, Josephine gasps. I have to stop for a minute, afraid that I’m going to come, and I stroke her back as she takes a deep breath.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “Please don’t stop.”
Jesus, there’s never been a more perfect girl in the whole world.
“Does it feel good to have my cock in your ass?” I murmur.
Josephine just swallows and nods.
I ease myself into her little by little, as slowly as I possibly can until I’m completely inside her. It’s fucking unbelievable, how good this feels, and I know I can’t last very long.
“Your ass feels fucking incredible, princess,” I whisper.
She doesn’t answer, just moans, her breath coming in sharp pants.
I force myself to go slowly, gently, but it doesn’t matter. Josephine is grunting and shouting with every stroke of my thick cock, animal noises of pure ecstasy.
Just as I think I can’t possibly hold out any longer, she comes, every muscle clenching and squeezing me so tightly my vision turns white as she moans into the pillow.
I empty myself into her, every last drop, and I keep going until I can tell she’s completely finished and exhausted, so I pull out and then gather her into my arms, kissing her deeply.
“You’re incredible and I love you,” I whisper. “And I promise to love you forever, just like this.”
She smiles, her face hazy.
“I love you too,” she whispers. “I’m glad we got married twice.”
I kiss her again, and when we wake up the next morning, we’re in the exact same position.
A few days after our second wedding, Josephine and I move to Szegravia, where I’ve got duties to fulfill as the Crown Prince. Even though it’s different from what she’s used to, Josephine’s presence in the dark, forbidding palace makes the whole place feel lighter, airier, more spirited.
My parents like her at first, but slowly, they grow to love her. No one will ever replace my sister Nadia, of course, but Josephine slowly becomes like a daughter to them.
And the people of Szegravia love their new crown princess, rumors about an elopement aside. They even love her so much that they all seem to forget all the horrible things they said about me for years and years.
Our lives together are nearly perfect. She brings the sunshine back to my life, and I’d do anything to make her happy.
I didn’t believe in fairy tales before, but I think I do now.
Epilogue
Josephine
Four Years Later
Next to the couch, the baby monitor squawks, and I sigh. Leo stops massaging my feet to pause the movie we were watching, and we look at each other.
“Your turn,” I say.
“It was my turn last time,” he says, lifting one eyebrow.
I just put one hand on my huge, eight-months-pregnant belly, and lift an eyebrow back at him.
“Do you have a crane to get me off the couch?” I ask.
Leo stands, leans over to kiss me, and then disappears upstairs. I shift on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position, but I don’t think there is one any more.
As if in protest, my daughter kicks me right in the ribcage, and I take a deep breath, tilting my head back against the couch.
On the baby monitor, I can hear Leo soothing our nearly-two-year old, George. Our oldest, Henry, is nearly four, and he sleeps like a champion. George usually does too, though right now he’s going through a phase where he wakes up every hour and wants a glass of water or something.
Our daughter kicks again, and I put one hand on my belly, in the vague hope that it’ll soothe her or something. She’s already feistier than either of the boys was, and as much as I love being pregnant — and as much as Leo loves me being pregnant — I can’t wait until she’s actually here.
He’s a good dad. That didn’t surprise me, but I was surprised at how excited he was. It was only a few months after we got married, and to be honest, I’d barely given birth control a second thought — I figured we’d have to actually start trying or something before I got pregnant.
Nope. But Leo was ecstatic, so happy he almost cried. I knew he wanted kids, but I didn’t know he wanted them that badly.
And as my belly swelled... well, kids weren’t the only thing he wanted. If I thought he was insatiable before, that was nothing compared to Leo when I’m pregnant. We once got caught fucking in the pantry of his parents’ kitchen because he just couldn’t control himself.
This baby is the last one, though the sex has made me think that we could have one more.
Finally, Leo comes back down the stairs.
“He down?” I ask, keeping my voice low.
“He’s down,” Leo confirms, sitting back on the couch. He hits the play button on the movie again, but instead of watching it, he leans over and kisses my belly.
“How are my girls?” he asks, running a hand over the taut skin.
I guide his palm to the last place she kicked, and he waits. Nothing. I sigh.
“Of course,” I say. “She was kicking up a storm a second ago.”
He kisses me again, then sits up, pulling me onto his lap.
“I think we’ve got at least half an hour before George wakes up again,” he says, his hand snaking between my thighs. “We could watch this movie, or...”
“Or we could fuck on the couch?” I offer, grinning.
“My thoughts exactly,” he says.
He kisses me, gently at first but then harder, and soon we’re not paying any attention to the movie because I’m doing my best not to moan as Leo enters me from behind, the only position we can still use right now.
Afterward, we lie naked and sweaty on the couch. Almost exactly on time, there’s another little voice from the baby monitor, and Leo stands up, pulling on his pants.
“I’ll go,” he says.
“I love you,” I say, as he drops a kiss on my forehead.
“I love you too,” he says, and walks up the stairs to comfort our son for the fourth time that night.
THE END
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I’m hard on my students.
All semester, Melody has been sitting quietly in the back of my class - a straight-A student with a perfect 4.0 GPA. A nice, polite, well-behaved, good girl.
The kind of good girl I want to see on her knees in front of me, those big wide eyes begging me.
Touching her could get me fired and barred from teaching ever again. But when she asks me to be her thesis advisor, I say yes, and soon sweet, almost-innocent Melody is in my office, her ripe curves and pouty lips practically begging me to take her.
Dominate her. Claim her. Make this good girl my dirty girl.
It’s just an innocent crush…
I know it’s a total cliche to have a crush on your professor, but I can’t help it - he’s ruggedly handsome, incredibly smart, totally in control…
…and even from the back row I can see the monster in his pants.
I know these are dangerous games I’m playing with him. I know if we get caught, the consequences would be total disaster — but every time he growls my name, I practically lose my mind.
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I’m in love with the boss’s daughter.
Emmy Winchester’s completely off-limits. Not only do her parents own the ranch where I work, she’s not the kind of girl I should be with.
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But I can’t deny that her wide-eyed innocence makes me want her. Her sweetness makes me want to take her until she screams my name with those perfect, plump lips.
I need Emmy to be mine. I need to dominate her, control her, have her in every single way that I can.
I should resist, but I don’t know if I can.
I’ve always had a thing for cowboys.
Colton True has been my crush for longer than I want to admit — and now he’s here, working at my parents’ ranch again.
He’s rough, rugged, and beyond handsome, with a body carved by wrangling horses and sweating in the sun. But then, I know a man like that would never want a girl as inexperienced as me.
But when he finds me in the barn, puts his hands on me, and whispers filthy things in my ear? Things that no one’s ever said to me before?
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Boss Me Dirty
Chapter One
Sloane
My phone buzzes, and even though it’s in my purse, in a desk drawer, I can hear it. Declan and Soames has a very strict no phones policy for its secretaries, so I ignore it.
It buzzes again. And again. And again.
I glance behind myself at the door to Mr. Declan’s office. It’s only my second week working here, and I don’t want to break the rules already, but he’s had the door closed all morning. It’ll be fine if I check my phone for thirty seconds, just to make sure it’s not someone telling me that my apartment is on fire, and then I’ll turn it off.
Quickly, I reach down and pull my phone out of my bag. It buzzes again, the screen lighting up, and I realize I have one billion texts from my best friend, Hayden.
Hayden: Ugh, how’s your morning? You as bad as me?
Hayden: I feel like these fashion bitches are stomping on my brain with spike heels.
Hayden: You there? Are you at work already?
Hayden: With your hot boss? :-D
Hayden: Ooh, maybe you already got him to bend you over the desk like you said you wanted. You work fast, girl. Damn.
Hayden: You can tell me about it over drinks next week.
All the texts are like that — Hayden teasing me about having a crush on my boss. We met for happy hour last night to celebrate my new job, but she’s a bad influence, and we stayed out until one in the morning on a weeknight.
I might have gotten really drunk. I might have told her that I have a thing for my new boss, Mr. Declan, who’s fifteen years my senior, very stern, and sexy as hell. I might have told her that every time I’m in his office, all I can think about is him bending me over his desk, pushing my skirt up and—
“Sloane,” a voice says, and I freeze. I’m still bent over at my desk, drawer out, phone in hand.
He’s right behind me, his tall, powerful frame looming over me, still bent over, desk drawer out. I drop the phone like it’s on fire and sit up straight, turning bright red as I look him in the eye.
Please, God, don’t let him have seen those texts. Please.
“Yes, Mr. Declan?” I say, my stomach in knots.
“Could I see you for a moment?” he asks, his voice quietly powerful. In control.
I swallow.
“Of course,” I say, and follow him into his office.
I’m wearing a tight pencil skirt and sky-high heels, because when I woke up this morning, it seemed like a good idea. I was hungover, and I’d just woken up from a dream that Mr. Declan had pushed me against the floor-to-ceiling windows in his office, then slowly stripped me where practically all of Manhattan could see.
I have to stop picking out what I’m going to wear when I’m too horny to see straight, I think, my ass swishing side-to-side as I follow my boss into his office.
“Close the door,” he says, his low, commanding voice quietly filling the space. I do it, then turn toward him as he sits in the leather executive chair behind his wide mahogany desk, leaning back.
I fold my hands in front of me and force myself to focus, because I’m at work, and even if most of my fantasies start exactly this way, I need to be thinking about advertising copy right now, not my boss pulling me onto his lap, the thick, hard pole of his erection rubbing against me...
Shit, I’m dripping wet again, my tiny thong soaked, just from standing in front of him.
“We have a cell phone policy for assistants,” Mr. Declan says, his gray eyes looking dead into mine.
My heart is pounding so hard I’m almost certain he can hear it, and it’s not the only thing pounding.
“Yes, I know, I’m sorry, I just got a couple texts and realized I hadn’t turned it off this morning. It won’t happen again,” I say, all the
words spilling out in one breath.
He nods, still holding my gaze.
“Good,” he says, and his eyes soften, just a bit. “I just wanted to remind you.”
I turn bright pink.
I’ve been a bad, bad girl, I think, the thought coming to me totally unbidden.
I blush harder.
“I called you in here because we’ve just won a very big project with a very tight deadline,” he says.
I blink in surprise.
“The Daily Grind is going to be launching a sit-down restaurant chain, and they’ve asked us to put in a bid for their first major advertising campaign,” he says. “They would be an enormous client, and we could stand to do very well, but they want a full mock-up by close of business Friday for their print ads.”
I nod, the throb in my pussy finally lessening. At least talking about advertising for coffee chains doesn’t turn me on.
“I’m going to need you to do quite a bit of overtime,” he says.
The throb starts again, and I don’t respond for a moment.
Just the two of us, here, in the office, late at night, I think. Make up some obligation that keeps you from staying. Tell him that your grandmother is dying, or your sister is having a baby, or something.
“I’d be happy to do it,” I say.
Shit.
Mr. Declan just nods.
“Set up a meeting for me with the head of copywriting and the head of the art department for this afternoon. Whatever they have going on now, they can reschedule. Tell their assistants it’s urgent, and that this is coming directly from me, but don’t tell them why. I hate starting rumors,” he says, the commanding tone back in his voice.