by Madison Faye
“What did I tell you about that dirty mouth?” I growled.
“I— I’m sorry, sir,” she panted, mewling as my tongue dragged over her pussy again. My hand came down with another sharp smack, and this time when she cried out, I could feel her sweet little cunt tightening on my tongue.
I needed more. I needed all of her.
She gasped as I flipped her over onto her back, her hands still pinned at her back. I peeled the rest of my clothes off, feeling my blood run hot as I watched the hungry way her eyes slid over my body. I was much older than any of those young princes in that bar, but if she’d thought for a second that meant I was soft, or out of shape, she was wrong. I kept my body running like an oiled machined — strong, lean, muscled.
The rest of my clothes were tossed away, my thick cock throbbing hard as steel as it jutted out beneath my clenched abs. I moved onto the bed, my cock and my heavy cum-filled balls swaying as I moved towards her. Claire moaned, twisting on the bed and squeezing her thighs together as I moved towards her head. I stroked myself, watching her eyes go wide as thick white precum leaked from my swollen crown to drip down my shaft and onto the sheets. I moved closer, kneeling by her head.
“Open wide, angel,” I purred. “Open those pretty lips for me and wrap them around this cock.”
She moaned as she nodded, eyes locked on mine with that heated look of sweet submission in them. She wet her soft red lips and opened them, and as I eased my cock head towards her, I felt my blood roar through me. Her lips closed around my head, and I hissed, muscles clenching as her tongue teased over the slit at my head. My hand slid to her tight young body, teasing over her breasts, fingers swirling over her nipples as she arched her back and moaned around my thickness. I slid my hand lower, her belly caving as my fingers teased across it. Her thighs parted as I pushed them apart, and when my fingers slid between them, she hummed around my big cock.
I parted her folds, easing two of my thick fingers inside of her slippery cunt. I curled them deep, stroking in and out and letting my thumb roll over her clit as she hummed and moaned and whimpered around my cock. She slurped wetly at the thick head, swirling her tongue around my crown and making my balls ache for release. Part of me wanted to pin her there, and slowly fuck that hot little mouth, making her come with my fingers as I spilled my hot cum down her throat.
But no. Perhaps later, but for now, there was so much more of her to claim, and make filthy with my lust. After all, I was keeping her. I knew that now. She’d never leave. She’d never leave this bed if I had much to say about it, and I did.
I pulled myself from her teasing lips regretfully, groaning as my thick cock popped wetly from her mouth. I turned her, releasing the binds that held her wrists together. But if she thought this was me freeing her, she was very wrong. I pushed her down, pinning her to the bed as I pulled one arm out and stretched it above her head. The ties connected to the bedposts were already there and ready, and when I slipped it through the silk around her wrist, her eyes went wide.
“Sir—”
But I was already moving to the other wrist, pushing her arm above her head and securing that one to the other bedpost. She whimpered, straining slightly at her binds, her eyes wide with a mix of uncertainty and lust.
This was new to her, I knew. To a girl as sweet and innocent and young as her, this would all be something new and unexplored. But I was going to show it all to her. I was going to show her how much heat she could feel, and how much pleasure I could give her if she submitted to me.
I moved between her thighs, spreading them wide around my hips as I pushed against her. Claire cried out as I teased my thick, throbbing cock head against her slick, sticky pussy. I groaned, stroking myself and letting the precum leak from my crown. It dribbled over her, making her messy with me. I pushed my cock up over her clit, rubbing the little nub with my swollen head and making her writhe and moan. Claire whimpered, bucking her hips like she was trying to get me to slip inside, and I grinned hungrily.
“So fucking eager,” I groaned. “Such a greedy little girl, begging for my cock like that.”
“Please, sir,” she whimpered, moaning as I rubbed my cock head over her clit again and again. My precum and her slick arousal coated the both of us, making her pink pussy glisten with need. So open, so ready for me.
I could have teased her all fucking night, but the throbbing need inside of me was too much too ignore. My cock was too hungry for her, my balls too full with my hot cum to resist any longer. I eased the swollen head down, slipping it between her lips and pushing inside. Claire cried out, her back arching and her hands straining so tightly at her silken bonds. She whimpered, her hips rolling to meet me as I slowly fed her every single inch of my big, thick cock. I groaned, feeling her silky wetness and heat envelope me, milking the cum from my balls as I slowly drove all of me inside of her.
I roared when I was all the way inside, feeling her impossibly tight, hungry little cunt rippling around my length. She gripped me so tightly, her lips stretched obscenely around my big fat cock. I drew back, groaning as I watched those lips cling to me and her hard little clit rub along my length, making her gasp in pleasure. I pulled out until I’d left just the head inside, my cock throbbing and pulsing and pumping my precum into her pussy.
I reached down, rolling my thumb over her clit and making her whimper in pleasure.
“Look how fucking pretty you look, princess,” I groaned. “Tied to my bed, legs spread, and begging for my cock. Like a good little bad girl. I can feel this little cunt sucking at my cock, so eager for me to fill it back up again. Is that what you want you greedy girl? You want to feel this thick cock stretch your little pussy wide, and fill you like nothing else. You want me to make sure that my cock is the only one your body will ever crave ever again?”
“Please!” she cried out, whimpered as I teased her clit, her hips rolling against me.
“Please what?”
“Please sir!”
I growled, giving her a sharp look and watching her melt into the sheets as she writhed under me.
“Please, sir,” she moaned quietly. “Please sir will you fuck me?”
With pleasure.
I drove in with one stroke, making Claire scream in pleasure as I filled her tight little pussy with every thick inch of my cock. I ground deep into her, letting her feel all of me before I pulled out only to drive right back in. I groaned, my hands holding her hips firmly as I started to pound her eager little cunt. I drove in and out, her cries of pleasure filling the room along with the filthy, wet sounds of my cock spreading her pussy wide.
I moved faster, my thumb still rolling over her clit as I started to drive my cock in and out of her with purpose. She squealed, writhing and moaning and gasping for air, twisting under me as the pleasure rippled through her. I fucked her harder, and faster, watching her full breasts sway, her nipples hard as she arched off the bed. I could feel her slick channel gripping me tighter, rippling along my length as she strained at her binds and twisted in ecstasy.
“Such a dirty little princess,” I groaned, pumping my hips against her. “Such a filthy little girl, letting a stranger tie her to his bed and fuck her like a little fuck-toy.”
Claire moaned, my crude words only making her scream louder, and making her sweet little cunt flood my balls with more of her honey.
“Yes, sir!”
I groaned, fucking her harder, grabbing her hips roughly as I nailed her to the bed with every inch of my cock. My muscles burned, biceps curling and abs rippling as I pulled her into me, driving deep with every thrust.
“I want to feel you come for me, angel,” I growled. “I want to watch your face when you come all over this big cock. And I want to see the look in your eyes when you realize how mine you are. Because I’m never letting you go, princess. I’m never letting you out of this bed, and I will never be satiated with you. I’ll never have my fill of you, ever,” I groaned.
“So come for me. Make that pretty princess pussy come all over thi
s cock. Be a good girl and come for me.”
It was like touching her with lightning. Claire screamed in pleasure, her whole body arching off the bed and thrashing and yanking at her binds, twisting against me as she came again and again. I groaned, gritting my teeth as I felt her slick, silken, velvety walls clamp down around me, milking the cum from my balls as I drove into her again and again.
Claire went limp, sinking into the bed and panting and moaning as she gasped for a breath. I slowed to a stop, slowly pulling out of her heavenly pussy.
“Good girl,” I purred, stroking her skin with my finger tips and making her gasp quietly. My hand slid up to her wrists. I undid them, but she was far from free.
…Because I was far from done with her.
She moaned as I turned her over onto her knees, my hand sliding down her back and pushing her gently into the sheets. She whimpered, knowing what I wanted as she arched her ass high in the air, her hands clutching at the bedsheets. I moved behind her, and when I ran my thick head up and down her slit, she whimpered quietly.
“Open up for me, princess,” I groaned, easing my slick head into her tight, pink pussy. She cried out as I slid inside, filling and stretching her again with all of me. I roared, muscles rippling and clenching as I felt her slick heat tease and cling to every inch of me. She felt so impossibly good — so perfectly tight, so exquisitely slick and velvety. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, my muscles clenching to stop myself from just fucking her hard right there and filling her with my seed.
Not yet. Soon, but not yet.
I slowly pulled out of her, leaving just my head in before I drove back in, hard. She moaned, arching her back and crying out as I buried my thick cock inside of her all over again. I pulled out and then thrust back in, my heavy balls slapping her clit and my hands tight on her hips and her ass. I started to fuck her then, fingers digging into her skin possessively, our moans of pleasure mixing in the dim room, and our bodies crashing together.
“You’re all mine now, angel,” I growled, driving my cock deep as she cried out in pleasure. “My little fuck toy. My pet. This pussy was made to take my cock and my cum.”
Claire cried out, whimpering and moaning as she turned her head to watch me fuck her. Her long dark hair tumbled over her face, making her look so fucking sexy and disheveled as she gripped the sheets in tight fists, taking every inch as I fucked her hot little cunt.
“I’ll keep you here, princess. Tied to this bed, ready to take my cock any time.”
“Oh yes sir!”
“Is that what you want, you dirty little girl? To be my gorgeous little captive? To be mine, ready to take my cum deep in this pretty little pussy?”
Claire just whimpered, nodding her head as her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. I groaned, thrusting into her harder and faster, pumping her full of my cock with every powerful thrust of my hips. One hand slid down her back, tangling her long hair into my fist and pulling it. She moaned as I pulled her hair just hard enough to feel her pussy clench tight around me. I growled, muscles rippling as I let my palm land on her high, upturned ass, spanking her as I fucked her hard and rough. She wailed in pleasure, thrusting back into me, her screams of pleasure filling the room until I was drowning in them.
“Come for me, princess,” I hissed through my teeth, my whole world melting as I felt her slick, honeyed pussy milking the cum from my balls. My hand came down with another spank on her ass, making her scream. My hand yanked on her hair, pulling her head back as I brought my lips to ear. “Make that slutty little pussy come for me,” I hissed into her ear. “Take my big cock in that tight, naughty little pussy, and then take every fucking drop of my cum deep against your womb. Take my cum, angel. Come for this cock and take my cum.”
We both crashed over the edge together. Claire screamed in pleasure, thrusting back into me as her pussy clamped down on my cock so tightly I was helpless to keep holding on. I roared, burying every inch inside of her slippery cunt as I felt my balls throb and twitch. She moaned out her climax, her whole body shivering and shaking as I drove balls deep and unloaded. Rope after thick rope of my cum pumped into her, my cock throbbing and pulsing again and again as she twisted and clenched and trembled for me. I pumped into her again and again, feeling my thick, sticky cum fill her to the brim as it started to dribble out and down her thighs.
Claire collapsed under me, panting and shaking, her breath ragged. I slipped out of her, her bruised and reddened body curling up under me on the bed as she trembled. I moved into her, curling my arms around her protectively and pulling her tight. She gasped for air, trembling as I held her tight, my hands stroking her skin and my lips gently kissing the back of her neck.
“Too far?”
“God no,” she whispered, swallowing thickly.
“It wasn’t too rough for you?”
“No,” she whispered, turning in my arms to look up into my eyes, hers shining and full of that spark I loved so much.
“No, it was just what I wanted.” She grinned. “I wasn’t expecting the bringing up the past bit though. With my father, and your history with him.”
I smiled, my hands stroking her skin. “I improvised. Not too much?”
“Uh uh,” she whispered, biting her lip. “It made me think of our first time.”
I leaned in, my heart so full for this woman as I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her deeply.
“Happy anniversary, love,” I murmured softly, feeling her small body curl into me.
“Happy anniversary, husband of mine,” she whispered back.
“I love you.”
She grinned, her face flushed as she snuggled back into me, holding onto my arms tightly.
“I love you too…” she trailed off, and when she opened her eyes and let them burn into mine, I felt the spark before she even said it.
“Sir.”
I growled.
“If you’re looking to get tied up again and fucked like a naughty little girl, you’re on the right path,” I groaned.
“And if I am?”
My cock pulsed, swelling hard against her ass as I felt her breath catch.
“Then you’d better get on your knees and spread your legs, princess,” I growled lowly, my muscles clenching as my hands tightened on her.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, just before my lips crashed into hers.
The End.
Sneak Peek: Beasting Beauty
The Possessing Beauty series also takes place in the same “world” as The Triple Crown Club books. Scroll on to get a sneak peek of Beasting Beauty, book 1 in the Possessing Beauty series.
Beasting Beauty
One taste of her sweet untouched innocence, and I’ll lose all control…
They call me a beast, though I was a prince, once. I still am, even if I’ve spent the last four years shutting myself away from the world because of the darkness inside of me.
But royal duty has left me no choice but to attend a “suitor’s ball” in a neighboring kingdom. Finding a wife is the very last thing on my mind, until the moment I lay eyes on her - the far too sweet, far too innocent, far too untouchable Princess Isla.
One look at those big dark eyes and luscious curves, and I need to possess her.
One taste of those lips, and I lose control of the beast inside.
One touch of her soft, untouched body against mine, and she belongs to me.
Forget that she’s off-limits. Forget that she’s never been touched. Forget the darkness hanging over my head and clawing at my past. I’m claiming this princess tonight.
First, I’ll take her as my queen. Then, I’ll take her in my bed.
Princess Isla’s unchained the beast, and I won’t rest until I’ve claimed her in every way I can.
*Please note that each of the Possessing Beauty books are completely standalone stories centered around one couple, with no cliffhangers.
Beasting Beauty is a quick and filthy modern twist on a fairytale involving a dark, utterly obsessed alpha h
ero and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to give you the vapors. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!
1
Isla
I gasped as the corset top tightened, glaring at my sister in the mirror.
“You did that on purpose.”
Ilana grinned at me, her big blue eyes twinkling mischievously as she finished pulling at the back of the dress.
“A little.”
I stuck my tongue out at my oldest sister as she finished lacing up the back and stood back, appraising her handiwork.
“Well, you can thank me now, because you look hot.”
I made a face in the mirror, glancing at the pile of dark blonde hair balanced on top of my head, the perfectly applied makeup around my dark eyes and full lips, and the — admittedly — gorgeous gown that now flowed down from my exposed shoulders like a yellow and gold chiffon waterfall.
Okay, yes, I looked fantastic. I looked beautiful. I looked poised. I looked put together, and regal, and like a perfect porcelain doll ready to be placed on a shelf. I looked exactly how a princess should look.
Which is exactly why I frowned at what I saw in that mirror.
I hated having to “look the part,” and I definitely hated having to go to things like the ball tonight.
Our father, the reigning King of Avlion, finally acquiescing to our mother’s complaints, had finally agreed that it was high time for Ilana, Imogen, and I to start finding suitable matches for marriage.
High time indeed.
I was eighteen already, Ilana was three years my senior, Imogen two, and we’d never even been on a normal date. Because no, chaperoned, forty-person dinners, lawn parties, and balls don’t count as dates.
But that was changing. King Lucian, our father and lord of our kingdom, was finally looking for eligible men of the right means and pedigree to marry his daughters, and tonight’s ball was our grand unveiling. And not just us, either. There were a number of eligible princesses that were now at marrying age who’d be joining us in this ridiculously antiquated function. It was silly. I mean, we did live in a kingdom, in a castle and all of that, but that didn’t mean we had to pretend we were in King Arthur’s time or something.