He groaned hungrily, lapping at me eagerly, growling as he drank down my juices. One hand dropped to his lap, and I managed to open my eyes and glance down to notice him stroking himself through his suit pants.The thought that him pleasuring me like this turned him on so much that he couldn’t keep his hands off himself sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
I heard the sound of his belt, and of his zipper tugging down. I moaned as his tongue pushed deep, my eyes squeezing shut. I glanced down again, and my whole body reacted to what I saw.
His big, throbbing, gorgeous cock.
The same sight I’d walked in on in that hotel room, was pulsing hard between his legs, poking through his undone pants with his hand wrapped tightly around it. He groaned as he fisted it up and down, his tongue swirling over my clit. His other hand pushed between my thighs, and I cried out as two thick fingers slowly spread my pussy wide and slipped inside. He curled them forward, stroking against my inner walls as his lips fastened around my clit and his tongue swirled over it.
I was going to to lose my mind.
My whole world spun, and I could barely breathe as the pleasure started to throb through my whole body. Prince Magnus groaned, jerking his enormous dick as he teased and devoured my pussy. His wicked tongue moved faster, his fingers pumping in and out of my tight, slippery pussy, until I was sure I was going to explode.
“I’m going to make you mine, Princess,” he growled into me. “I’m going to make you my bride, and then I’m going to claim all of you.”
I moaned, my head spinning as his fingers and his tongue and his words started to push me over the edge.
“I’ll take your hand in marriage, and then I’ll take all of you in our marriage bed,” he growled, jerking his big fat cock as he groaned into my pussy.
“Now cum for me, my princess,” he husked. “I want to know what my bride-to-be tastes like when she cums all over my tongue.”
And I did.
I cried out, screaming into the empty bathroom and not even caring who heard as his wicked mouth brought me crashing over the edge into my orgasm — my first, at someone else’s hands. My head swam, and I gasped for air as I sagged against the mirror.
Suddenly, I gasped sharply as he rose and spun me around. I moaned as I felt him stand behind me, pressing me against the mirror. I could feel his pulsing, hot, throbbing cock against my ass, and I whimpered as his hands slid over my hips. They moved up to my bare breasts, fingers teasing my nipples — pinching and pulling on them as his cock pulsed like a muscle against my skin.
He groaned as he reached down and guided his thick head over my ass, down between my cheeks. I whimpered as it teased over my forbidden hole, making my whole body shiver in naughty pleasure. He moved lower, and my eyes suddenly flew open as I felt it slip against my dripping wet pussy lips.
“I’m not going to go inside, Princess,” he growled lowly into my ear, as if reading my mind. “Not yet,” he punctuated it with a bite to my ear, making me cry out.
His huge cock slipped forward, the head pushing over my clit and moving over it. His hands found my hips, pushing my legs together around him. He started to move his hips, and I started to just moan.
His hot, fat girth spread my lips on either side of him, sawing back and forth and rubbing my clit on every stroke. He wasn’t penetrating me, just slipping his cock back and forth over my clit and right past my untouched opening.
He growled in this deep, low, masculine way that had me panting. His hands grabbed my ass hard as his hips began to thrust into me again and again. I was whimpering in pleasure, my palms against the mirror in front of me and gasping for air as his big cock drove me higher and higher. I felt like he was taking me, like he was fucking me and claiming me, without actually taking my virginity.
The thought sent my head reeling, and suddenly as his hands tightened on my ass and his cock thrust wetly over my clit once more, I came again.
I cried out, moaning for more as he groaned loudly and started pounding into me again and again. I could feel him tense suddenly, his groan falling from his lips as he pulled back and thrust his slippery, sticky cock up between the globes of my ass. He roared my name, and suddenly, I felt that thick cock of his pulse against my ass. His hot cum came spurting out — gushing over my skin as he pumped his cock between the cheeks of my ass. It ran in sticky rivers down my ass, over my little asshole, and dripped down my quivering pussy. Little dribbles ran down my thighs as I gasped for air, the whole world spinning.
His hands slid up my sides and wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against his body.
“Imogen,” he whispered in my ear.
I smiled, blushing like a total dork as his powerful arms went around me.
“I know you don’t believe me yet,” he husked into my ear. “But you will be my bride.”
“Magnus, I—”
“I know you don’t believe me, and I know you think this is me living up to my reputation. But I’m going to show you how wrong you are,” he said with fire in his voice. “I’m done with all that. That all was me not knowing who I was. That was me before I met you,” he groaned, kissing my neck.
“I will make you my bride,” he growled. His hands snaked down and pulled my panties up my quivering legs, pulling them tight against the sticky mess still dripping between my legs.
“I’ll take your hand as my queen,” he whispered. “And then?” His teeth grazed my neck, making me gasp as my head spun.
“And then I’ll take the rest of you.”
Chapter 8
Imogen
Imogen Magnus left the bathroom first, leaving me alone with my roaring thoughts.
What had I just done? I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that the girl in this room with him had been me.
And suddenly, I felt like an idiot. I’d been caught up in his words. Him, the infamous womanizer. I’d walked right into his stupid web and let him do those things to me.
Wonderful, amazing, body-quaking things, but still. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen for his crap. All I could think about was the tabloid scandals involving him, and here I was, one more notch on his bedpost.
God, at least I hadn’t given him everything like some stupid little naive virgin.
I tried to compose myself, fixing my hair in the mirror, smoothing my dress, and trying to ignore the naughty, sticky heat still soaking my panties between my legs. I took a quick breath. I had to get back out there before my absence was missed, enjoy the rest of this stupid ball, and then figure out how to make sure I’d never see that asshole again.
I unlocked the door, straightened my dress, and stepped out— Right into my older sister.
“Ilana!”
She gasped jumping a foot back — just as shocked to see me as I was her.
“Im!”
Her crazy long, gorgeous blonde hair — up in an elaborate style before the dance, was now half hanging down, mostly just piled up in a loose bun now, though still tumbling over her shoulders.
Her lipstick was smudged, and there were noticeable bruises on her neck.
My eyes went wide.
“Oh my God! I hissed, what did you just—”
“Me?”
She raised a brow at me, her cheeks flushed bright red.