“I thought of you…”
He closed his eyes and moaned quietly, his fingers digging into my skin. “Lovely…” He lifted my hips and directed me onto his length, my pussy gushing all over his cock. I was just as wet as always. There was no point in hiding my arousal when it was this obvious. He moaned again as he entered me, enjoying my slick tightness. “Fuck me hard.” He leaned against the headboard and guided me up and down with his hands.
I rocked my hips and took his length over and over, riding his cock as fast as I could. I held onto his shoulders for balance and felt my tits shake with my movements. My body slickened with sweat, and my temperature rose. I began to moan without even realizing it, knowing this man was better than any fantasy I ever had.
“Keep it up.” He thrust his hips underneath me, pounding into me from below. We both worked hard to move together, to give and get as much pleasure as possible. His hand gripped my tit, and he twisted my nipple lightly, making me wince and moan at the same time. “Say my name.”
“Crewe…”
He clenched his jaw in arousal, loving the control he had over me. His powerful arms worked to help me move so I could continue at the pace he enjoyed. He grabbed my thighs and tilted my hips, making me rub against him in a different way. “Like this, Lovely.”
I could feel my clit rub against his pelvic bone. And it felt so amazing.
He kissed me as we moved together, my breaths coming out shaky as the pleasure ripped through me. I loved everything about this position. I loved his hands on my hips, his lips against mine, his throbbing cock deep inside me, and the way my sensitive nub rubbed against his powerful body.
“Crewe, I’m gonna come…”
“I know,” he breathed into my mouth. “Your pussy is fucking tight.”
I moved my hips as much as possible, getting as much of his length as I could. And then without warning, I exploded. I came all over his length, my slickness gushing around his cock, and I screamed loud enough for everyone in the castle to hear.
Crewe watched my face, his fingers digging into me. “You’re beautiful when you come.” He continued to thrust his hips underneath me, giving me his cock to make the climax last forever.
I enjoyed the high and I rode it to the very end, feeling my body tense and relax as the pleasure entered and left my extremities. Now I wanted to take his come the way I took it earlier—just in a new place.
“I want to watch you come again.” He moved forward and laid me back on the bed, my head hitting the sheets. His cock remained inside me as he positioned himself between my thighs. Then he fucked me harder than I fucked him, his cock sliding through his come. “And I want you to say my name again.”
17
Crewe
I woke up early that morning and went for a run. I had a big day ahead of me. I had to meet with one of my filtration masters and then attend the Holyrood Week celebration in Edinburgh.
It was a lot to do in a single day.
I showered in a different bedroom in the castle then met with my filtrations master. He did most of his work on the other side of Scotland, and this was the only availability he had for the week. Ariel was there, overseeing things as usual.
When he left, she and I spoke in private.
“What do you think of him?” I asked.
“He’s quality,” she said. “His family owned a farm fifteen years ago, but they lost it due to the downfall of cotton. He worked as a scotch apprentice in the warehouse in his youth, so he turned to that to support his family. He has a lot of experience, and he really understands how much determination it takes to make something work. I trust his work.”
That’s why I kept Ariel around. She did her research, and she could read people very well. The only exception to that was London. She never gave my lover the chance she deserved. If she dropped her prejudice, she would probably be fond of her. “Alright. We’ll offer him the position for the factory in Edinburgh.”
“Got it.” She made the note on her tablet. “Frans just arrived at the estate. He’s getting London ready.”
“Good.” I was sure she was giving him an earful about it.
“I found this lovely dress from Valentino. The colors and style will look perfect on her.”
“I’m sure. You have great taste.” I’d never seen Ariel wear anything besides black, but she did have a knack for these sorts of things.
“Thank you. If we’re done here, lunch is ready.”
“Good. I’m starving.”
When it was time to leave, I walked upstairs and to the royal quarters on the east side. I opened the door without knocking, seeing Frans standing with London in front of the full length mirror in the living room.
“You look beautiful.” Frans fluffed out the bottom of the gown, which jutted out around her hips. It was tight around her waist, shaping her curves and leading to a sweetheart neckline that accentuated her perfect breasts. The material was gold with an subtle shine, not sparkly with rhinestones or jewels. The fabric was different than anything I’d ever seen.
She hadn’t seen me yet because she was absorbed with her appearance in the mirror. With large curls that reminded me of a beautiful woman from the twenties, her curtain of hair was pulled over one shoulder and pinned with a diamond hairclip. Her cheekbones were highlighted with subtle blush, and her eyes were detailed and smoky, making them appear far greener than they really were. Her complexion was flawless, amplifying her already perfect skin. Everything about her was perfect, screaming royalty like she’d been born into it. I leaned against the frame of the doorway and took the opportunity to admire her, taking advantage of it for as long as I could.
I could stare at her all day.
“Wow.” She looked into the mirror with surprise. “Frans, I don’t know how you did it. I haven’t looked this good since my junior prom. And even then, I didn’t look all that great.” She was the only one who chuckled at her joke. Since she was obviously beautiful, I doubt Frans could believe that.
“I can’t make an ugly woman beautiful,” he said with his deep Scottish accent. “But I can make a beautiful woman radiant.” He gripped her shoulders gently and gave her a smile in the reflection of the mirror. “His Royal Highness will lose his breath when he looks at you.”
“I already have.”
London turned at the sound of my voice, obviously having no clue I’d been standing there. Her eyes locked on mine, and she suddenly seemed self-conscious even though she looked nothing short of beautiful.
Frans greeted me with a bow before he shook my hand. “The Duke of Rothesay, it’s such a pleasure to see you again.”
“The pleasure is mine, Frans. Thank you for making my date look divine.”