“Who gives a shit what those sexist cunts write? If I want to fuck my wife, I should be able to do it in public. I own these lands, for God’s sake.”
Daisy wrings out her wet hair and stretches out luxuriously on the beach. She looks like a model posing for a swimsuit-edition magazine that I used to jack off to as a lad. Her knees bend together as she lies back, resting her head against the sand. The thin G-string leaves little to the imagination, and somehow I find myself wanting to tear it off and run my tongue where it hugs her hips.
My trousers and boxers drop, and a sliver of her eye peeks open to gaze at my nakedness.
“I’m pretty sure the locals won’t see it that way. They’ll see it as their dirty prince doing something completely profane with his slutty wife.”
“If I’m a dirty prince it follows that I should have a slutty princess.”
Somehow it feels warm, as though the sun is directly overhead. I tear the soaked shirt from my back and bend down beside her, admiring her body. She has the perkiest tits I’ve ever seen on a woman, but they’re hidden behind a white bra that is almost translucent. She flinches as I graze my thumb over the wet fabric, rolling over the hard bump of her nipple. Her eyes flash.
“Liam.”
“Your prince commands you to lie back.”
“Don’t give me that ‘command’ shit. It doesn’t work on me.”
And yet her chest flutters with her heartbeat, and her cheeks sting with pink as I massage her through the bra. “I think it does. I think you’re more into fucking a prince than you realize.”
Daisy raises herself on her elbows, her gaze trained on something in the distance. She lets out a small gasp of horror. I look in her direction and see a boat a hundred meters away with two paparazzi and a red banner painted across the side. Even from this distance I can read the obnoxious, white font easily: ROYAL EXPOSÉ.
“They have boats now?” she asks.
“Yeah. They are epic cunts.” Fucking bastards. I run, bent over at the waist as I grab out clothes. Daisy’s dress is still damp, but at least it’s not soaking. She pulls it over her head and jumps into the boat as I struggle with my trousers. The Royal Exposé boat drives into the little, secluded channel, getting closer.
“Come on!”
I jump in with my trousers hanging off my ass, and I start the motor. Daisy pushes me to the floor as she steers. The boat glides over the water, and I hear them screaming at us over the waves.
“Prince Liam! We know you’re in there. Why don’t you give us a smile and a wave and we’ll piss off?”
“I’m not giving your twat magazine a fucking picture.”
Daisy looks down at me, her half-dry hair clinging to her neck, and her eyes wide.
“Where should I go?”
Fury pounds against my chest as I watch her steer the boat, the blue sky sliding over me. All I wanted was a bit of fun, and those fucks had to come and destroy our afternoon.
My trousers slip down my ass, my cock still half-hard. I wrap my hand around it as I imagine my wife straddling me in this boat.
Fuck it. Why not?
“Daisy.”
She looks, sees my cock in my hands, and gives a nervous laugh. “What the heck are you doing?”
“Getting ready for you.”
Her teeth shine brilliantly in the sunshine as she laughs. “You want to do this now? While there are photographers chasing us?”
“Absolutely, I do.”
She shakes her head.
“There will always be one of those fucks chasing us. I’d rather have a little bit of fun while they do it.”
“You’re insane.”
“Look at me, Daisy. Look how hard you make me. Tell me that doesn’t turn you on.”
She looks again, her gaze focusing this time on my cock stabbing through my hand, a pearl of precum about to slide down my length. The distant shouts of the paparazzi echo over the motor.
“It’s really hot, but—”
“I want to get back at the pieces of shit for ruining my plans. I’m your husband, and I’m commanding you to sit on my cock, right fucking now.”
She bites her lip as though debating whether she should and looks back at the paparazzi. Then she climbs down onto the bench, her dress billowing over my legs.
“God, I’m going to regret this.”
“You’ll regret nothing.”
Daisy’s light weight sits on my legs as I slip my hands under her