what she wants.
Doing so makes me hard.
Unbearably hard.
Just as watching her dance and laugh made me realize how much I love her.
I’ll love her until the day I leave this earth.
She is grace and kindness and light.
I’m trying not to dwell on the fact that things will change tomorrow. Of course they will. Two princes will arrive and no doubt vie for my beauty’s hand. Knowing what the morning will bring, it is going to be very difficult not to lay a claim tonight. My entire being is growling with jealousy and protectiveness and need. How am I going to make it these next several hours without making love to her? Just once. Just once to remember and replay endlessly forever.
“That looks perfect,” she says, her praise making my dick throb.
I glance back to find the queen disrobing.
Off comes the dress and slippers and stockings until she’s down to her slip.
That flimsy little slip that clings to her body, telling all of her secrets. Her nipples are in juicy points against the paper-thin fabric, the shadow of her pussy making my mouth water.
And Christ, her legs. Her legs should have poetry written about them, they’re so long and lithe. Perfect for wrapping around my hips.
I’m fucked. I’m so terribly fucked.
“I thought we were banishing our worries until tomorrow,” Britta murmurs, sitting down in front of me. In nothing but a slip. How easy it would be to get the girl on her back and—
“We can banish our worries tonight, Your Majesty,” I rasp. “But that doesn’t mean we can create future worries.”
She leans back on her hands, tightening the material over her tits. So much that I can judge the exact shade of her nipples. “How would we do that?” she asks, tilting her head.
“You know very well,” I nearly growl. “We’ve discussed this. I can’t…”
“Make love to me. I know.” Her breath comes faster now. “But what if you could?”
“Ah Jesus, Britta,” I grit out, burying my head in my hands. “I’d be rutting you day and night. You know that, love. I’d have you on all fours before those green eyes opened in the morning. You’d be bent over so often, your palm prints would be on every piece of furniture in the palace. I never expected you to glance in my direction and what you’ve given me already…what you’ve allowed me…” I swallow hard. “No, I won’t be greedy.”
I glance back up to find her eyes wide as saucers.
“I’m sorry, my queen.” The tips of my ears burn. “I shouldn’t be speaking to you so coarsely. It’s inexcusable of me.”
Something mischievous flickers in Britta’s eyes. It’s the only warning I’m given before she comes to her knees, walking toward me until she can straddle my lap, her little hands perched on my shoulders. Ah God. I know I should stop her, but I can’t. All I can do is sit and let my obsession press her pussy down on my erection, wiggling around a little to get comfortable. “Rexington?” she purrs in my ear, her tongue touching the lobe just slightly. Just enough to make me groan. “I hereby order you to speak to me coarsely.”
My head falls back and my queen kisses my throat, rides her open mouth up my stubble-covered jaw and ghosts her lips over my mouth.
“One day,” I say on a shudder, eager to give Britta what she’s ordered me to give. “One day of kissing and touching and you’ve already learned to be a goddamn weapon, haven’t you? Do you like teasing me with your pretty pink cunt?”
Her nod is vigorous. Breathless. “Yes.”
“Is your pussy wet for another tongue fucking, Your Majesty?”
Britta’s mouth forms an O, her legs jolting around me. “N-no. Well yes. But no.”
“No?” I throw her down on the blankets and palm her sex, molding the wet, little thing in my hand. “Did I not lick your clit well enough this morning, my queen? The way you dripped off my chin afterward says otherwise.”
“Rex!”
Oh God, I need to pull back, rein myself in, but I can’t seem to manage it. I’m horny and jealous and in love and that’s a powerful trifecta. “You asked for my filthy mouth, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes, but…”
“You want to get licked off again,” I shove the hem of her slip up to her waist, groaning over the damp seam of her pussy. Without missing a beat, I part that virgin flesh and dip two fingers inside of her, careful not to push them too deep—and