bracing on a tree trunk.
I free my cock from my trousers, the cool air striking it before I flip her dress over her back and open her cheeks, exposing her wet cunt. Then I sheath myself in her pussy. Daisy’s arms tremble as I sink into her.
“Don’t stop, my prince.”
So fucking tight, and completely mine.
I watch my cock pound her ass until her cheeks burn red. She ducks her head between her arms, crying out with each thrust.
“Do you want my cum?”
“Yes.”
“Beg me for it.”
“I want it,” she says in a high gasp. “Please.”
Laughter shakes from my mouth. “You can do better than that, Princess. Your duty is to open those legs and take my cum.”
“Oh my God.”
“Say the words, or you get nothing.”
I dig my hips in, my sanity at a breaking point.
Fuck the girl. Shut up and fuck the girl.
“I—my duty is to—ahh.”
“To take my cum.”
“My duty is to take your cum.”
I don’t think her cheeks could burn brighter, so I give mercy to my trembling princess. I slam her pussy with all the force I can muster and fill it with my cum. It explodes out of me in two long jets as I let out a yell that causes a bird to fly away from a nest in alarm. Daisy pushes back against me, and suddenly I feel her spasms around my cock, milking me for all I’m worth. I pull out as exhaustion drains all the energy from my limbs, and we tumble to the ground in a mess of leaves. Daisy, my beautiful Daisy. She crawls toward me, her damp hair hanging around her elfin face. It tugs at my heart when she smiles at me.
“Did you ever think we’d be fucking in the woods like this?” I ask.
She tumbles into my lap, and I rest my back against the trunk of a tree.
“I never thought any of this would happen.”
I make a sound at the back of my throat.
“I came here wanting to write a story, and now I’m married to a prince.” Her head tucks under my chin.
“I never thought I’d marry an American.”
“It’s not real, though.”
“What if it was?”
My heart slams against my chest before I realize what I’ve just said.
“What?” She sits up. “What are you talking about?”
“I want you to stay.”
What? No you don’t.
She gazes at me openmouthed. “You don’t even like me. You make fun of my Americanness all the time.”
My heart beats even faster at the image of me watching her board a ship and turn her face away from me forever. The more I think about it, the more I can’t bear the thought of her leaving. God fucking damn it, but I’d miss her.
“That’s not true, Daisy. You know it’s not.”
“You’re not in love with me,” she says in a small voice.
“That doesn’t mean we should end this. I want you to stay because I like having you around.”
“No. That’s not happening.”
“Why not? Why would you want this to end?”
“Because it’s not real. It’s all predicated on a fabrication. I can’t live a lie.”
Is it still a lie?
“Yes, we get on each other’s nerves, but it’s all in good fun. You can’t deny that, love.”
Looking conflicted, she turns away. “You know I was engaged before.”
“So?”
“This isn’t the same for me. I don’t feel the same. I’m sorry, but it’s not even close.”
That is bollocks.
She gets up, smoothing her dress as her curtain of hair swings in front of her face. “My life is in America, and I’m not leaving it for you.”
Well, that fucking hurts.
Her words twist in my chest like a shard of glass, painful and real. There was never any doubt she would eventually return home.
I want her, but I can’t keep her.
Daisy ignores me the whole two hours back to Harronvale, interrupting the silence only to ask me questions about the country, how my rule will change the lives of everyday citizens, whether I plan to lift the trade embargo on America.
When we get back to the suite, she heads toward the guest room, and I try to swallow my resentment, reminding myself I wasn’t supposed to get fucking attached. That was never part of the deal. That was never part of the deal.
I stare at her closed door and grasp the handle, determined to walk in there and make her understand she wants me. Of that I’m certain.
The door flies open with only the slightest pressure, but she’s not in her room. I hear the shower turn on. Fine, I’ll talk