Finding His Princess: A Cinderella Story (Filthy Fairy Tales Book 1)

by Parker Grey

Instead I push the head up, along her slit, until I’m teasing her pink little clit with it, then slide my length along her.

  Ella whimpers, throwing her head back, and reaches down, taking my cock in her hand and pushing it against herself. It’s so sexy that I hold my breath, just watching my cock touching her while she moans and writhes, completely and utterly ready for me.

  I tease her clit a few more times while she bucks against me, breathless and wordless, and finally I position my cock at her entrance again. I’m totally bare, my skin against hers, and I always use a condom but I can’t handle the thought of putting one on for Ella.

  No. I need to be inside her, primal and raw. I need to fill her up completely.

  “Grayson,” she says again, her voice a ragged whisper, and that’s all it takes.

  Slowly, I push the head of my cock inside Ella, and she gasps. Her hands claw at the couch below her, and I grit my teeth. She’s so tight, the tightest thing I’ve ever felt, and I can feel her sweet little cunt stretching around me as I enter her slowly.

  I don’t stop, but I pause for a moment, drawing myself out before I thrust in a little deeper, trying to get her used to taking my thick shaft as her pussy clenches and relaxes around me, Ella’s breathing growing ragged.

  “Touch yourself,” I say, reaching up to tweak a nipple. “Show me how you touch yourself, kitten.”

  She looks at me in surprise for a moment, then reaches down with one hand and starts slowly circling her clit with two fingers, biting her lip as she does.

  Just the sight of Ella, mouth open and face flushed, rubbing herself with my cock halfway inside her, is enough to make my balls clench, and I have to take a deep breath and pause for a moment.

  “Don’t stop,” she murmurs, her eyelids at half-mast. “Please, Grayson.”

  She’s so tight that even though I want to sink myself inside her, all the way to the hilt, I can’t. I have to go slowly, give her time to stretch out and accommodate my girth. With every thrust she gasps and moans, still rubbing her clit, and she’s looking at me with her eyes glazed by pleasure and lust.

  “You’ve got a tight little pussy, kitten,” I groan, still fucking her slowly. “You like feeling me stretch you out and fill you up?”

  Ella doesn’t answer, just moans as I slide deeper and deeper, rubbing herself harder and harder.

  With one final thrust I finally hilt myself inside her and now Ella whimpers, thrashing her head to one side, her lip still between her teeth.

  I grab her hips and pull her toward me as hard as I can, because I need every millimeter of my cock inside her as I bend over, my lips close to her ear.

  “How does it feel to take my cock as deep as you can?” I ask, and bite her earlobe.

  “Good,” she gasps, her hips bucking and writhing. “Grayson, it feels so fucking good when you’re inside me.”

  “You feel that?” I growl, grinding my hips into hers and moving my cock inside her.

  Ella cries out, her back arching in ecstasy.

  “That means you’re mine, kitten,” I go on, sliding out an inch and thrusting into her again, the sensation so strong that my balls clench again. “I’m claiming you as mine, right here, right now.”

  “I’m yours,” she whispers. “Grayson, don’t stop, please. I need this. I need you.”

  I thrust into her again, harder than before, and she cries out even louder.

  “Yes!” she half-shouts, half-moans.

  “Your sweet little pussy is mine,” I whisper, then fuck her again. “Your mouth is mine.”

  I thrust again, each one harder than the last, and Ella’s eyes are nearly rolling back into her head.

  “Your pretty little tits are mine,” I say, tweaking a nipple. “You’re all mine, kitten.”

  She gasps as I slam into her, but now I’m fucking her too hard for words. Ella winds her hands around my shoulders, into my hair, and now she’s just babbling in a steady stream: please God yes Grayson fuck me Grayson I’m yours.

  “Come for me,” I growl. “I can’t last long in your pussy like this, Ella.”

  I don’t even know if she hears me, but just as I say that, her eyes roll back in her head.

  “Grayson!” she shouts, and then the walls of her pussy clamp down around my cock.

  Ella arches and shouts, her entire body shuddering at once, her face flushed and her mouth open. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I fuck her even harder as she comes, her pussy practically milking me but I grit my teeth and force myself to hold out.

  This is her first time. Ladies always come first, but that’s especially true right now.

  Finally, she relaxes a little, her eyes still closed. I’m still hard inside her and I kiss her, nearly trembling from the force of not coming.

  She bites my bottom lip as I pull back, then whispers, “Grayson, I want you to come inside me.”

  My hands clench on her hips, and I nearly orgasm in that instant.

  “Bare?” I whisper.

  Ella nods.

  “Please?” she whispers, and I lose control.

  I come so hard I shout, my head on her shoulder, bottoming out again and again as our hips slap together and I spurt again and again inside Ella, as deep as I can get. For some reason, the thought that we could be making a baby right now only makes me come harder, until it’s finally over, and I lay on top of her, panting for breath.

  At last, I push myself up and kiss her. She kisses me back fiercely, her tongue in my mouth, and when I pull back, she smiles.

  “I’m yours,” she whispers.

  I drag one finger down her naked body, slowly going soft inside her.

  “And I’m yours,” I murmur.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Ella

  I know I have to get up and leave. Grayson probably needs to go back to the ball and put in one final appearance, and I know that Slade and Peyton will be home soon. If I’m not there, it’ll just raise questions about where I am, and I’m not exactly looking forward to answering those.

  Slowly, the Prince rolls off of me, and we both sit up on the couch. I run one hand through my hair and glance at him, suddenly feeling shy.

  “I should go,” I murmur, looking down.

  “Stay,” he says, sitting back against the couch and pulling me against him.

  “I can’t.”

  “I’m ordering you as the Prince,” he says, and smiles at me rakishly.

  My heart skips a beat, and for a second, I consider telling him everything: why I can’t stay, how I’m an indentured servant to my stepmother and stepsisters, how I wasn’t even supposed to be at this ball in the first place.

  But I don’t. Instead I snuggle against him, warm and hard and reassuring. After a little while he picks me up and puts me in his bed, but instead of going to sleep we fuck again.

  The first time hurt a little when he entered me, but this time it doesn’t at all. I just scream his name over and over again into a pillow, and seconds later, he unloads inside me.

  When I wake up I don’t know where I am, and I sit bolt upright in bed, panicked.

  Then there’s a low grumble next to me, Prince Grayson stirs in his sleep, and everything comes rushing back: I’m still in the castle, in his bed. The bedside clock says it’s 6:30 in the morning, and I relax a little.

  Livia, Peyton, and Slade are never up before eight at the very earliest — often closer to nine. I’ve got the afternoon shift at the diner today, and that means a little time before I have to leave.

  I lie back down, intending to go back to sleep, but something catches my eyes. Something big, tenting up right in the middle of the bed, and I bite my lip, then glance at the prince.

  Sound asleep.

  I shouldn’t. I know it’s dirty and wicked, but heat surges downward through my body and suddenly I’m not sure I can help myself. My pussy twitches with the mere memory of Grayson’s monster cock inside me, and instantly my whole body flushes.

  I think I might be add
icted. I’ve never done anything like this before, not even close, but I just can’t help it with him. I gave him everything last night and I want to give him even more.

  I want to give Grayson pleasure in every way I possibly can, and I hardly even know him. Maybe I’m losing my mind.

  But losing my mind or not, I pull the sheet off of his perfect body slowly, practically drooling at the sharp, rigid lines of his muscles. I’m already so wet I’m practically dripping with need as I remove the white sheet from his beautiful cock.

  For a moment, I just sit there and admire it. Even though I’d never seen one in person before last night, I’m pretty sure that this is a particularly glorious specimen, long and thick, angled upward just the tiniest bit.

  As quietly and gently as I can, I kneel over Grayson’s hips and grab his cock in my hand. Instantly, he shifts in his sleep, though he doesn’t wake up just yet as I stroke him carefully. My pussy is throbbing and aching already, and he’s hard as steel in my hand.

  I’m going to wake him up right, I decide. I’ve never done this before, but I understand the mechanics pretty well. I raise myself up on my knees, and even though I wobble a little, after a moment I’ve got his cock at my needy entrance and I’m biting my lip in sheer anticipation.

  Grayson’s eyelids flutter, and I pause, moving my hips back and forth gently, working the head of his cock against my entrance. Even that feels so good that I gasp, my hands moving to my own breasts, pinching my nipples.

  Then, just as he opens his eyes, I lower myself all the way onto him with a single stroke, gasping as he fills me completely. Instantly, he grabs onto my hips, his hard abs flexing.

  Slowly, I start riding him. I’m a little unsteady at first, and I put one hand on his chest to keep my balance, but his strong hands guide me. Soon I’m bouncing up and down, my mind slowly breaking into a thousand pieces with sheer pleasure.

  Neither of us says anything. I can’t even think of words right now, not as Grayson hits that sweet spot again and again that makes me feel like I’m spiraling upward, getting closer and closer to the sun. I pinch my own nipples even harder, gasping and moaning.

  This feels dirty as hell, and I’m not this kind of girl — I’m a diner waitress who’s just trying to get by — but I don’t care, because right now this feels so fucking good.

  I keep bouncing on Grayson’s cock as I come, gasping out his name as he growls and pulls me down onto him, his cock so deep inside me I feel like I can barely even breathe. Seconds later I can feel him burst inside me and I bite my lip, savoring the feeling.

  Grayson throws his head back against the pillows, his whole body rigid and tight with the force of his orgasm. He’s completely stunning, not to mention oddly beautiful. I don’t know why, but I have the feeling that not many people have seen him like this — in the throes of total and complete pleasure, first thing in the morning.

  Strangely vulnerable like this.

  When he finishes, I bend over slowly, my blonde hair dragging along his chest. He smiles as he looks up at me, his hands sliding up and down my body.

  “Good morning,” I say.

  “That was the best wake-up call I’ve ever had,” he grins, and then he kisses me.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Grayson

  Ella’s a drug. I got my very first hit when I saw her that hungover morning in the diner, and I’ve been addicted ever since.

  And right now, instead of getting what I want and getting bored, I can feel my addiction, my obsession blossoming, something that’s never happened before. I’ve never wanted a girl more once I’ve already had her, but with Ella I do.

  I want to stay in my bed all day with her. I want to fuck her with her head thrown back on the pillows. I want to lick her soft, sweet pussy until she screams, and I want her pretty lips wrapped around my cock again as she swallows my load.

  And between rounds, when we’re too tired to move? I want to hear her laugh. I want her to tell me about life in my kingdom, the kind of life I’ve never been able to have myself because I’ve been busy being the Prince.

  Ella slides off of me, and I spoon her again, pulling her into my arms.

  “I should go soon,” she murmurs again.

  “What part of I’m ordering you to stay don’t you understand?” I tease, running my fingers over one still-stiff nipple.

  Ella just laughs softly, and soon, I’m asleep again. I’ve been a heavy sleeper my whole life — which is useful when your primary sleep hours are ten in the morning until five at night — and I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep where the only thing I really know is that Ella’s in my arms.

  When I wake up, I’ve rolled over, and I’m facing the other direction. I stretch sleepily, eyes still closed, and think about what I’m about to feast my eyes on: Ella, naked, ready, and inviting, and I roll over.

  My bed’s empty.

  I blink. That can’t be right, Ella was here maybe an hour ago. I woke up to her on top of me, sliding my cock into her, my voracious little kitten.

  But she’s gone. She’s really not here, and for a horrifying second, I’m afraid I dreamed the whole thing. Maybe I’ve been so desperate to find this girl that I just invented last night out of thin air and I’m losing my mind.

  Horrified, I stand up, still half-wrapped in the sheets, searching for something, anything, a clue that I’m not crazy.

  And I nearly trip right over it, next to the door. A pair of high, crystal-studded shoes half-hidden under a chair. They sparkle in the light. I didn’t notice her shoes, really, but now that I think about it there was a certain glimmer to her walk.

  They have to be hers.

  Her name was Ella. She works at a diner, and that’s all I know about her — besides the fact that last night was the best night of my life, and I need her like a fish needs water.

  I don’t know why she left, but I keep thinking about her saying that she needed to go, like she was in trouble. Like she was frightened of something, and the thought alone makes a hard, black knot of fury tighten inside me.

  I think Ella might be in trouble, and she didn’t want to tell me. I clench her shoe in my hand and look toward the window where the sun’s now up, and I make a promise: to me, to her, to the world at large.

  Whatever’s happening, I’ll find you again.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Ella

  I pay the taxi my last seventeen dollars, and the man drives off without another word. My father’s mansion is in front of me, massive and stone with ivy crawling up the walls.

  For a fleeting moment, I miss him again. I think of how, after my mom died and before he married Livia, it was just the two of us. Sometimes we’d eat spaghetti with ketchup for dinner, watching TV. I know he wasn’t the perfect parent, but as I’ve gotten older I’ve realized that he was just trying to do his best in the wake of my mom’s death.

  But I sigh, shake my head, and make my way toward the house. I’m barefoot, but the grass is soft between my toes. I don’t know how I’m going to get Thomas’s friend’s shoes back to him, but I’ll have to find a way.

  The gate clicks softly toward me, and I let myself in through the door to the servants’ quarters, holding my breath. I know that if the three of them are awake — and, God forbid, if they’ve noticed I’m missing — there could be hell to pay, but I’m honestly not worried. I’ve still got plenty of time to change, shower quickly, then make them coffee and breakfast before they have any idea that anything happened.

  As I walk down the hall, holding my torn dress together with one hand, I think one last time about turning around and going back. Maybe if I told Grayson everything he would help me. After all, last night was amazing, and that must mean something—right?

  I roll my eyes at myself.

  Everyone knows about Prince Grayson, I think. The moment you wanted to do something besides have sex, he’d get bored and start looking for someone else.

  Better to leave on your own terms, like you did, rather than h
ave him kick you out unceremoniously.

  Last night was amazing — better than amazing — but there’s no way it can happen again. This is my real life, and that was fantasy.

  With a sigh, I push my bedroom door open, already running down the list of what I have to do that day — breakfast, wash the floors, laundry and ironing, dust the sitting room — but then I stop in my tracks, the list fading instantly from mind in shock.

  I just stand there, my bedroom door half open, totally frozen.

  Run, I think. Maybe you can just run and this will work.

  But I don’t. I’m like a deer in the headlights, and besides, where would I run?

  “Good morning, Ella,” says Livia from the chair she’s sitting in, her hair pulled back, her eyes ice chips. “Late night?”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Grayson

  “What do you mean, you lost her?” my father thunders. We’re in the throne room, though it’s empty except for us, and his voice echoes through the vast, empty space.

  “I mean, she left, and I don’t...”

  I trail off, frustrated. I already feel like an idiot for not even knowing her last name, but I have this urgent, pressing fear that something in Ella’s life is wrong.

  That she needs me, and I’m standing here, arguing with my father.

  “I didn’t get her contact information,” I finish lamely.

  My father just glares, his arms folded across his chest. We’re standing behind the thrones, stained glass windows throwing blotches of colored light across us.

  “You disappear from the ball with a commoner that no one knows, you don’t bother to come back, and now you’re telling me you don’t know who she is or how to reach her?”

  He stalks to the other end of the dais, looking out at the vast room.

  “You know, Grayson, a smart man might not believe you right now,” he says, too angry to turn and look at me. “A smart man might think that you’re trying to pull one over on him so you can have a few more weeks of whoring around with every floozy in the kingdom.”