me around so I’m facing the church. His hands are hot on my waist. His cock touches me, and that’s enough to send a jolt of pleasure through my body. So I drop down, watching his cock sink into me as though it’s happening to another person. Jesus, he’s so big. I widen my hips as I feel my walls expand, and then suddenly my thighs touch his, and he holds my waist down, grinding his cock inside me.
A loud groan escapes my mouth before Liam covers it, inserting a finger. His chest warms my back as he leans forward.
“Ride my cock. I want to feel your tits bouncing in my hands.”
I raise my hips, feeling that horrible, vacant emptiness, and then I sink down. His arm wraps tight around my waist as though reluctant to let me go, but then he pulls back when I reach the top, my ass slapping his thighs. I suck his finger as he grabs one of my tits, and then I’m shamelessly fucking him, bouncing on his cock as my pussy throbs for more friction. His thrusts rock through me, stealing my breath in huge gasps. He kisses my neck, and suddenly his phone is back in his hand. I see the lurid image of my naked body riding the king’s cock as he drags his tongue on my neck and sticks his finger in my mouth. Fucking. Hot.
“Good fucking God.”
His arm wraps around my waist, his hand dropping from my mouth to grab my opposite shoulder as he fucks me as hard as he can. Every inch of his cock batters me, the throne squeaking in protest. The breath knocks right out of my chest with every slamming thrust. The church bounces in front of me until Liam bends my neck over his shoulder, and then I’m looking into the arched dome of the ceiling. I clench around his thickness as blood roars in my ears, almost drowning out the sound of his breathing, which deepens suddenly.
Heat touches my pussy as his greedy hand presses down, rubbing my clit. He bites my neck as his breathing stalls, and then he releases in a huge groan. He thrusts deep, pinching my clit as energy shakes loose from the ball of nerves. It explodes outward as he fills me with his hot cum, and then I’m sagging into his chest, crying into the silent church with the unmistakable moan of an orgasm. He claps a hand over my mouth, cutting the sound off abruptly as he laughs softly in my ear.
“I can’t believe we did this,” I say when he removes his hand.
“Is it really that much of a shock?”
Not really.
I remove the crown from my head, strands of hair clinging to it. It sits in my lap as I lean against his chest, feeling his heart beat against my back as my body melts into his. Liam brushes the hair from my eyes as he gives my cheek a kiss that makes my chest glow with heat.
“They’ll have to come up with a new nickname for you. You’re no longer the Dirty Prince.”
“Filthy King? Dirty Royal?”
“Maybe something a little less derivative.”
“Pussy King.”
My laugh echoes throughout the church. I laugh so hard I forget to breathe, until there are tears burning the corners of my eyes. Liam wipes them away, his lips twitching. Then he kisses me again, and joy balls in my chest like a glowing orb, giving warmth to the rest of my body.
Pussy King.
I laugh into his mouth mid-kiss.
Thirteen
Lucian’s Prison Interview: FORMER PRINCE TELLS ALL!
Liam
“I’m here to see the prisoner.”
That’s what I call him these days, and the title seems apt for a man stripped of his identity. He’s no longer a prince. He is no longer the heir to a fortune. He’s no longer the third-time winner of the Most Charming Smile Award for Royal Exposé.
The guards at St. Augustine Penitentiary stand aside as they open the door and allow me inside the cellblock. It’s full of half-starved inmates transferred from the hard labor camp, which was demolished weeks ago. Many of them were convicted for ludicrous reasons that I’ll have to sort through in the next few months. My father sentenced people to hard labor for everything from altering his image on government-issued bills and coins to illegal hunting in Harronvale forest.
The prisoners shout indistinct nonsense as I walk down the row of cells, which are small but clean and furnished with basic necessities. My chest tightens when I