unyielding object enters me slowly, the lube softening it.
“Oh my God.”
“This is your first time, isn’t it, Princess?”
“Yes.”
“A princess’s first time doing anal should always be magical. It’s really too bad you’re married to me. My cock is going to pound your tight, virgin arse, and you’re going to beg me to come.”
“I want you now.”
He twists the butt plug inside me, stretching me out as the vibrator continues to send ecstasy rippling through my body.
“Liam, please.”
“That’s it. Keep begging me.”
His ragged breathing tells me that he isn’t the only one affected. I want more of him. Lube pours over my ass, and he pulls out only to push the plug farther inside. My heart slams against my chest as he cups my pussy. He leaves the butt plug in me as he slowly undresses, smirking into the mirror as he watches me convulse with the maddening vibrator.
“Please!”
The belt makes a slapping sound as he rips it from his slacks. Liam unzips, pulling out his massive cock.
“This what you want, darling?”
“I want my prince!”
He twists the butt plug out, and I feel a moment of gaping emptiness before his head touches my opening. Electricity hits my heart the moment his bare skin touches mine, and then he curves his hands around my hips. He sinks in.
It’s much bigger than I thought. I gasp as he eases in slowly, and again when he buries himself completely. He kisses my back, massaging my hips.
“God!”
“You never imagined this in your wildest dreams, did you? With me balls-deep in your ass and you begging for mercy?”
He pulls out, and it’s a strange sensation. My body doesn’t want to let him go. He pushes himself back in, going slowly until my walls unclench from his cock. God, it’s so deep.
I watch him in the mirror as he fucks my ass, his cock sliding in and out of view. He fucks me harder, so that I cry out, and when I’m used to his thrusts, he reaches underneath me and pinches my nipples. The vibrator makes every movement like jostling a bomb ready to go off. He’s so close—so close to my pussy. His thrusts pound through my body, reverberating to my aching core that begs for release. Liam’s face screws up as he yanks me back, impaling me over and over.
Then suddenly his arms wrap around my waist and he picks me off the bed, lowering me to the ground so I’m facing the mirror. Liam kneels upright as I bend over on all fours. I see my face twist with the agony of desire flaming up inside me. He jerks upright, nailing my ass so hard I can barely breathe, and then I watch as he presses down on my clit. The burn is incredible.
I come hard, and the vibrator continues to singe my nerves as along with the cock still ramming home. Then he bites his lip and explodes inside me. The heat of his cock fills me up, and I rock my hips backward to meet his slowing thrusts. Chest heaving, he bends over, kissing my back, nearly making me collapse.
Liam pulls out. I’m on all fours, waiting for him to pick me up, or kiss me, but he just stands. I thought he might have fucked the anger out of his system, but it’s still there, only colder.
“Hey.”
He gives me a vacant look over his shoulder and walks away.
Prince Liam and Princess Daisy are so cute!
Perfect couple. So beautiful. Please follow me!
I love them so much.
I read the comments on Liam’s latest Instagram update, which features a selfie of Liam and I beaming at the camera. That was taken yesterday. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my cheek for the camera. I remember the confusion from the warmth in my chest and the horrible emptiness when he dropped his arm and walked away. Why the hell do I care if he’s distancing himself? Isn’t that what I wanted?
It annoys me. Lately, I’m annoyed by everything, by the reports that the king’s health is failing, by the tabloids increasingly nicer treatment of me, by the glow that sits in my chest when I read these stupid comments, and by the fact that this place is starting to grow on me.
This strange, bitter silence doesn’t sit well with me.
Liam’s nowhere to be found these days, and when we are together, it’s usually constrained to the everyday niceties. “Good morning.” “Good evening.” “How are you?” My frustration with him grows every day,