by Parker Grey
I gasp and moan, nearly going off balance, but Leo’s strong hands hold me upright.
“Leo,” I sigh, pleasure fizzing through my body the way it always does. In moments he’s sunk completely inside me, filling me up and hitting every single spot inside me, and I bite my lip, rocking back and forth.
It feels good, like I never want to stop even after I come again and again.
“Open your eyes,” he murmurs, and I obey, looking at the mirror, and suddenly, there we are. Leo’s hands are roaming all over my body, and I’m moving slowly, my breasts bouncing a little as I watch him disappear inside me.
I’ve never watched myself like this before, and it’s... hot.
Leo’s hands tighten on me, and before I know it I’m moving up and down on his cock, watching him fill me completely with every stroke. It’s intoxicating, and even though I’ve already come twice, I can feel the wave building inside me, threatening to burst free.
“I love watching you fuck me,” Leo says. “Almost as much as I love feeling you come when I’m inside you.”
I can’t stop watching, because it’s hypnotic and beyond sexy, and I come with both eyes open, Leo watching me over my own shoulder. Just as I climax he pulls me down onto him hard, going as deep as he possibly can, letting me jolt and writhe against him with his face against my ear.
“That feels so good,” I whimper. I’m still rolling my hips, moving him inside me just a little. “Leo, I come so hard when you’re inside me.”
Leo kisses my cheek gently, but then he wraps one arm around my waist and pitches me forward, onto my hands and knees, cock still buried deep. I gasp at the impact, toes curling, and he grabs a pillow, shoving it under my hips.
And then he fucks me like he can’t take it any more, as hard as he ever has. In seconds I’m on my elbows, ass high in the air as he plows into me, mercilessly, again and again, his enormous cock going deep with every stroke and hitting every single spot inside my channel.
All I can do is moan, and I think I’m moaning his name but I don’t even know. I don’t want him to stop, I just want him to keep going, hard and fast and so so good.
I come again, all the muscles in my body shaking and trembling, and I swear to God I scream his name into the pillow under my face. It’s the only word I can think, let alone say.
As it ends, Leo pulls out. I take a deep breath and look up, about to beg him not to stop, but he’s reaching over me and to the bedside table, where he pulls out a clear bottle.
My eyes go wide, and he leans over me, kissing me roughly. I’m prone, completely vulnerable, utterly submissive right now but I still want this. I want him all night, then all day, and into forever.
“You didn’t forget, did you?” he murmurs.
The top clicks off the bottle, and I can hear him squeezing something.
“No,” I whisper.
Leo slides one finger between my buttocks, the length of my cleft, and right onto my puckered back hole.
I gasp as he stokes me gently, then pushes it in, slowly, and the sensation’s like nothing else, a little strange but good in a way that sends shivers over my whole body.
“Don’t stop,” I moan.
Leo slides a second finger into my ass, and I grab the sheets in a handful. Moments later his cock is at my entrance again, and he slides into me and I cry out, filled in both holes.
It feels so good I can’t even think, just make noise as he fucks me slowly, carefully, then slides in a third finger.
I come again. It’s fucking uncontrollable, almost embarrassing how he has this level of control over my body, but I don’t care. As long as he’s doing this, I don’t care.
He pulls out. I’m panting for breath and pretty sure I couldn’t move right now if my life depended on it, but I still want more. I want more until I can’t come any more.
I want to give him everything I have, give him every part of my body. Make him feel half as good as he makes me.
“Relax,” Leo murmurs, and then the tip of his cock is at my back entrance.
Chapter Eighteen
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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