My hands trembled as I stroked his cock — the first cock I’d ever touched and it was massive. It had to be a foot long and easily as thick as my wrists.
I mean, I had slender wrists, but still.
He pulsed like hot steel under my fingers, so soft and so hard at the same time. He growled into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as he played with my pussy.
This was certainly a night of firsts, that’s for sure.
His finger curled deep inside, stroking in and out. God his finger was so thick — stretching me like that. I stroked his cock and stared at it, my eyes wide. I couldn’t even imagine getting that inside of me! I also couldn’t imagine I was actually doing this, sitting here on a terrace of my father’s palace, on the lap of a beast of man, notorious for being dangerous.
…Stroking his huge cock while he played with my body.
I brought a second hand to his shaft, slipping it up and down lightly. I squeezed a little tighter and he groaned.
“Just like that, Princess.”
I could feel my pulse racing, my whole body tingling as he rolled my clit in circles. I could feel him growling, his guttural, manly sounds making me wetter and more tingly all over. My head spun at the feel of him at my back, his thick chest pressed to me, his powerful arms surrounding me, his wicked fingers pushing me higher and higher.
He reached down, shoving his pants father down and freeing the rest of his cock and his heavy balls from them. I could feel him start to push a second finger against me, and I whimpered.
“I don’t— oh God — I don’t think it’ll fit!“
But slowly, ever so slowly, he eased a second finger inside, making me gasp in pleasure and the feeling of being so full! He pushed them in and out slowly, my juices running freely down his fingers as he started to pump them faster and faster, fucking me with his hands.
I stroked his shaft faster and faster, his enormous cock pushing up between my legs, past my little pussy, and all the way to my belly button. My dress was bunched up high, and I stroked him against my bare skin, shivering and moaning at the filthiness of all of this.
His fingers moved faster, and pushed in deeper, and I could feel myself start to tense, starting to get tingly all over. His fingers were relentless, curling deeper and pushing at just the right part inside to make me start to shake and tremble.
His thumb rolled over my clit, and suddenly, I felt myself let go.
I started to scream, but he turned my head and covered my mouth with his, kissing me and swallowing my cries. My tiny body exploded for him, flooding his fingers with my cream as all of me shook and tightened with the force of the orgasm.
I panted, sucking in air as I felt his huge cock throb in my hand. Still whimpering from the feeling he’d just given me, I started pumping again.
He groaned.
“Just like that, little Princess. You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”
I bit my lip, only stroking him faster.
“Do you know what that means?”
I whimpered, biting my lip and nodding as I stared at the enormous cock in my hands. He growled, his hands moving low to grab my ass. I gasped as he moved me forward, until my pussy was right against the top part of his shaft! He started to move his hips, cupping my ass and grinding against me, and I could feel this big dick rubbing right in between my lips.
I felt my head spin, my small hands pumping his monster of a cock. I could feel my clit rubbing up and down his shaft, could feel myself start to fall all over again.
“Make me come, little Princess,” he growled fiercely into my ear, his words a snarling sound that made me whimper and start to fall over that edge again.
“Make me come all over you.”
I bit down hard on my lip to stifle the cry as I came again, drenching his cock in my juices as I jerked my hands up and down his throbbing shaft. He roared, like an animal behind me, and suddenly, his cock grew even thicker and bigger. Suddenly, it began to throb in my hands. I gasped as thick ropes of white cum spurted from the fat head, splashing across my belly and running in sticky streams down my thighs and over my pussy. I cried out, an aftershock rattling through me as I came again, feeling his come pulse and splash against my skin again and again.
I sank into him, panting and feeling his thickly muscled arms circle around me, holding me close.
“That was—” he growled. “Isla, that was fucking incredible.”
I smiled weakly, my head still spinning and my body still trembling.
“It was okay?”
“It was beyond okay,” he whispered into my ear. “It was beyond anything.”
I smiled, turning to look at him. He kissed me again, hard, powerfully, making me feel like I was floating through space as I just lost myself in that kiss.
“I think I like making you come like that.”
I grinned bashfully, my cheeks flushed. “That was very…new.”
“And?”
“And wonderful,” I panted.
His cock twitched against me once more.
“You’re mine now, Princess,” he growled. His hand slid between my legs, and I gasped as I felt his finger trail up my sticky pussy before pulling away. He brought his finger up towards my face, and my eyes went as I realized it was slick with his cum and mine.
“Open wide, beautiful,” he growled.
I hesitated one second.
“Open your mouth, Princess.”
I shivered, the arousal spiking through me once again at just how turned on he made me with that commanding tone. I slowly opened my mouth and sucked his finger inside, closing my lips, swirling my tongue, and tasting his cum.
“You’re mine, Princess,” he growled. “All mine.”
Chapter 8
Logan
It took us a second to figure out what the fuck the buzzing sound was, before I realized it was my cell phone, tucked into my discarded tux jacket.
Isla was still curled in my arms, her hand tracing my muscles and her lithe little body so warm against mine, and I scowled at the distraction of the phone. My teeth gritted, and the red anger came bubbling back up.
Fuck.
For one fucking second, I was pretty sure I’d been cured. For one moment, with her, laying in the afterglow of that moment of making her come and spurting my seed cross her belly, I’d been me again. No rage, no anger, no beast lingering beneath the surface. The phone brought him back though. The distraction killing whatever break in the clouds I was starting to see.
I almost tossed the fucking thing over the railing, when I noticed who was calling.
Cade.
“What,” I snarled.
“Logan.”
“Yes?” I hissed.
“Your presence is missed, my friend,” he said, his voice low and measured.
“Deal with it. I’ll catch up with you later—”
“Your disappearance has been noticed,” he hissed. “As has Princess Isla’s.”
My jaw tightened.
“Logan.”
“Yeah?”
“Have you doe something supremely stupid?”
“How much time do I have?”
I could hear Cade swear under his breath. “They may or may not be going room to room at this very moment.”