by Dakota Rebel
The smell of her sweet nectar was intoxicating, and I couldn’t resist licking over her panties, the tease of taste driving me mental. I sucked hard, pulling at the panties with my teeth, nipping at her sensitive clit until she writhed under me.
“Stay right there,” I whispered, climbing back to my feet.
I kicked off my shoes, and tore my clothes off, tossing them in any direction to get them off my body, aching to free my cock. Our first time, I’d been selfish, coming before her. Tonight, I was going to make up for it. I wanted her soaked with her own release before I entered her.
Gripping the waist of her shorts, I pulled them down her legs, urging her to step out of them before tossing them aside. Like the previous night, I was transfixed by the sight of her pussy, glistening in the soft light of the room, her dark curls damp with her need this time instead of my cum.
I dropped to my knees again, spreading her ass wide before licking up her slit. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but I forced her to keep them open, to let me look and taste and touch my fill.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I whispered. Before she could respond, I buried my face in her pussy, sucking her clit between my lips as I pushed a finger inside her tight channel.
She spasmed, her legs shaking around me as she bucked against me, pushing herself harder against my mouth. Moisture flooded over my hand, and I released her nub to lick lower, capturing her sweet cream on my tongue.
“Percy!” she cried. “I want you. Please?”
“I’m not done,” I growled, dropping my palm firmly on her ass, the sound of skin spanking skin loud in the otherwise silent room. “You’re so wet.” I told her. “I could fuck you now. My cock would easily slide into that pretty, little pussy. But I want you soaked; I want you dripping. Last night, watching my cum leak out of you, I couldn’t help but touch you. Tonight, I want you wetter, all by yourself. I want to watch your cream pool and slide down the crack of your ass. Do you think you can get wet enough for me to use your sweetness to lube up your tight little hole?” I pressed my thumb against her anus, rubbing gently, not pushing it in but letting her know without a doubt what I was talking about.
“Oh my God,” she moaned, her hips bucking as I talked to her. “Percy. Please.”
“What?” I spanked her again. “What was that, baby?”
“Please fuck me…daddy,” she whimpered.
My cock jerked in response. I had no idea why her calling me daddy turned me on so fucking much, but I couldn’t deny that it did.
“How do you want me?” I asked her, getting to my feet and bending over her, my cock pressed against her ass cheek. “How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Like this,” she whispered, her cheeks turning pink as she admitted it to me.
“As my wife commands,” I said, kissing her temple before shifting behind her. I gripped her hip in one hand and guided my cock to her entrance with the other.
I pushed forward hard, completely seating myself inside her with one stroke. She cried out, her hands twisting in the bedding as she pushed back against me. I wanted to last forever inside her, but as I pumped my hips, sliding in and out of her tight pussy, she clenched and unclenched around me, and in moments she had milked my orgasm from me, my balls tightening and exploding so quickly and so hard that stars danced behind my eyes and I screamed her name, my fingers digging into her skin.
Her own cries mixed with mine as her body twisted and spasmed under me, and our combined release soaked my shaft, making an aftershock rip through my spine until I collapsed on her back, barely catching myself on my arms before I crushed her underneath me.
It took a moment for me to gather my strength back enough to pull out of her, and another minutes before I felt steady enough to stand.
I helped Cora up onto the bed, then removed her shoes and her stockings. She was half asleep, but a small smile spread over her face.
“I’ll be right back,” I whispered, kissing her softly.
I came back from the bathroom with a warm wet cloth, and spread her legs to help clean her up, thinking she’d sleep better if she was comfortable. For a moment, I sat there transfixed by the sight before me.
“You’re staring,” she said, her voice heavy with sleep.
“Does it bother you?” I asked, not taking my eyes from the sight of my cum gently sliding from between her swollen lips.
“Not really,” she admitted. “Should it?”
“I hope not,” I said, finally reaching out and gently wiping her clean. “Because I don’t know if I’ll ever get tired of seeing you spread open in front of me. I want to put my babies in you, but fuck Cora, you should see how you look with my seed spread over your beautiful pussy.”
“Yeah, I think that’s gonna be a thing just for you to see,” she said. “I don’t think it would hold the same appeal for me.”
I dropped the washcloth off the bed and laid down next to her, gathering her into my arms and kissing her deeply. She was probably right.
“I love you, Cora.”
“I love you, too, Percy.” She snuggled deeper into my arms as I pulled the blanket up over us both. “Tomorrow you’ll be my King Daddy. So, you’d better enjoy the title while you can. Cause once you knock me up, and our kids start calling you daddy, I don’t think it will be a nickname I can keep for you.”
“You’re probably right,” I agreed. “Maybe we could get them to call me pops. Or father. Or Percy.”
“Whatever you want, daddy.”
“Just you, Cora. For the rest of my life. As long you’re here, I don’t care about anything else.”
And I knew, as we fell asleep in each other’s arms, that that was true. Kingdoms and palaces and nicknames…none of it mattered. I’d married the love of my life and as long as we had that, I’d always feel like a king.
Epilogue
~ Cora ~
Eight years later…
“Percy?” I called, racing down the stairs toward the parlor, the stick clenched tightly in my hand. “Percy, where are you?”
I ran into the room and stopped short, smiling at the sight before me.
Donovan was on the floor, crawling around on his hands and knees with our five-year-old son William on his back, while they chased our two-year-old daughter, Ginny around the room.
“Donovan, do you know where Percy is?” I asked him.
“He’s in a meeting,” Donovan answered, sliding William to the floor and getting to his feet. “Do you need me to get him for you?”
“Yes. No. Actually, could you just slip in and give him something for me?” I went to the desk and pulled out a box of notecards. I dumped the cards out, put the stick in the box, and scribbled “Mischief Managed” onto a piece of scrap paper.
“Again?” Donovan asked, a smile pulling at his lips.
“Well, you know Percy can’t get enough of me,” I teased. “Could you take this to him, please?”
“Always an honor to take a stick of our queen’s pee into a royal advisory meeting,” Donovan said.
“Damn straight,” I said, nodding. “Kids tell Uncle Donovan thank you for playing. It’s nap time.”
“Thanks, Uncle Donny,” they said in unison, before rushing out the door where the nanny was waiting to take them to their rooms.
I’d fought like hell against having a nanny in the first place. But Denise had insisted that I’d be too busy once I took over from her to be with the kids all the time. It still irked me, but we’d worked out a system that was, if not perfect, a reasonable compromise.
The kids almost always came with us on trips, unless there was a damn good reason to leave them at home. During the day, the nanny would play with them for a couple of hours while I worked or volunteered in town, and she would put them down for naps. But bedtime and all mealtimes were spent with me and Percy. No exceptions.
The secretaries had a bitch of time with scheduling meetings and trips around family time, but I didn’t give a fuck. This family
meant more to me than our positions as figure heads, and Percy felt the same way.
Donovan took the box and stepped out into the hall. I heard his shoes clacking on the marble, then the squeaky door of the Rose Room opening. Must have been a meeting Percy didn’t want to take then. The thermostat never seemed to work right in that room. It was always too hot in the summer, and too cold in the winter. So, he used it for meetings he wanted to keep short. No one ever lingered in the Rose Room.
A few minutes later I heard Percy run out of the room, calling my name.
“Cora!”
I ran out into the hall and he scooped me into his arms, twirling me around before setting me down and kissing me soundly.
“Really?” he asked, searching my face as if I’d joke about being pregnant.
“Really,” I promised.
“Where are the kids, do they know?”
“No, Bonnie just put them down for a nap,” I said. “When is your meeting over?”
“It’s over,” he said, reaching down and picking me up. “Donovan, please see that our guests can find their way out.”
“Yes, sir,” Donovan said, winking at me as my husband carried me toward the staircase.
“You cannot carry me up four flights of stairs,” I told Percy.
“Probably not,” he agreed. “But I can do at least one.”
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“To bed,” he answered. “It’s nap time.”
“But I’m not tired,” I said.
“Good, neither am I.” He kissed me before setting me down on the landing. “But now that you’re pregnant again, I don’t have to keep...everything inside you anymore.”
“You’re filthy,” I teased, stepping away from him. “Is that anyway for a daddy to talk?”
He grabbed me, picking me up again and sprinting up another flight of stairs. Then another. When we got to our room, he kicked open the door so hard that it bounced back off the wall and shut behind us.
“Have you been practicing that?” I asked.
“No, but it was pretty cool, huh?”
“Turned me on,” I admitted.
“You know what turns me on?” he asked, laying me on the bed and climbing over me.
“I know lots of things that turn you on, actually,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss me. “What exactly were you referring to?”
“I was talking about fucking my pregnant wife.” He kissed me again. “But, we’ve got a couple hours, so let’s see what else you can do to turn me on.”
“Oh, daddy,” I whispered, leaning up and nipping gently as his jaw.
“Excuse me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Sorry, King Daddy.”
“There it is.”
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About the Author
Dakota Rebel is a bestselling author and a very slow distance runner who dreams of racing Badwater.
She lives in a perpetual state of exhaustion with her happy husband and two incredibly spoiled children.
Dakota loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.dakotarebel.net