dress, and inch them up her thighs to the delicate mound covered by a thin strip of fabric. I push it aside, running my thumb over her hot clit.
“Oh God, Liam. This is crazy. We’re going to get caught.”
“I want to get caught. They’ll know exactly what we’re up to, but there won’t be any photographic evidence.”
“I’m sitting on you.”
“Your dress covers everything, love.”
I slide my fingers down her clit into her extremely wet folds. My dick jumps as I reach all the way back and stroke her, and then I hover my fingers over her opening, watching as her chest flushes with red.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“They’re coming closer.”
“Ignore them. Be with me, Daisy.”
The words seem to act as a stimulus. She bites her lip and raises her hips. My cock aches to feel her liquid heat wrap around it. I tease her first. A shudder runs through her legs as she braces herself on the sides of the boat, feeling the head of my cock touching her clit. It slides down, her folds running along my length like silk. She gasps when I push against the slight resistance, her pussy clenching over the inch I’ve got buried inside her. Then my hands find her hips under her dress, her bony hips that fit right into my hands as though they were made for them.
“Look at me, not them.”
She does.
That’s when I yank her down, impaling her on my cock. Her mouth widens with a sudden cry that trembles into a moan. I dig into her skin, my senses blazing as she lifts herself, my cock sliding out of her pussy, and then sinks down again.
“Oy! Where’s the prince?”
She hesitates, turning her head around before I rip my hand across her ass.
“Ow!”
“Don’t ignore me.”
She starts an angry retort that deepens into a moan when I thrust upward, pulling her hips down as her pussy slaps me wetly. I dig my cock into her, frustrated by my lack of leverage as desire pounds through my body. I want more—deeper. It’s as though every other concern fades away. All I want is her body and all the little moans that keep erupting out of her mouth.
“Ride my cock like the filthy princess you are.”
Daisy rides me, her face breaking with lust as our hips join again and again. The motor of the paparazzi boat drifts closer, but Daisy pays it no mind. She holds the edges of the boat and grinds against me. I don’t think she’s ever been this determined to milk my cock, but it’s hot as fuck. It doesn’t even matter that she’s not naked. The dress still clings to her tits, and I watch them bounce as she rides me.
“Are they fucking? Bloody hell, they are! Quick—get a shot!”
All I want is my wife. I grab the front of her dress, goaded beyond endurance, and I pull her down to my lips as I sink into her. She screams into my mouth, as my cock swells inside her. Then I flip her around so her back is against the bottom of the boat. My eyes sting as the world reorients itself. The Royal Exposé boat is only a few meters away, clicking madly, and I steer our boat away.
Then I drive into Daisy’s pussy.
She lets out a beautiful scream, her eyes a deep blue against her pale cheeks.
“Prince Liam! Having a good holiday?”
The obnoxious voices cut into my concentration. “Piss off, I’m fucking my wife!”
I grab her hips, sinking my cock into her as she tightens around me—I’m ready to explode—
And our boat is about to crash.
“Fuck!”
We slams into a sandbar and grates against the rocks. I shut off the motor and the boat dies, but we slide over the sandbar, the metal hull screeching as it skitters across rocks. Then we come to a grinding halt in front of a small forest.
“Jesus!”
“We’re not done, Princess.”
I don’t give a fuck about the boat. Nor about the tabloid bastards following us. There’s one thing on my mind and one thing only: getting my cum into Princess Daisy’s pussy.
I loosely fasten my trousers, pick up Daisy and step out to disappear into the forest.
“The boat!” she wails. “Liam, we totally fucked it up.”
“Do you think I give a damn about some stupid boat?”
I’m still raging hard, and my dick is screaming over the interrupted sex. I put her down on some soft earth. Trees block us in from all sides. Without even prompting, she bends over, her hands