His Princess

“Spread your legs,” I order. I should be softer with her now, but I want her too badly. The need for her is pushing down on me, and I can’t fight it any longer.

She does as I ask, and I see the soft pink petals of her pussy. I growl again as I rub my cock, feeling the seed rise in my balls and beg to come out my shaft. She watches me, and her eyes widen with excitement.

“Touch yourself, my queen. I want to see your sweetness drip down before I enter you.”

She brings a shaky hand between her legs and is hesitant to touch her intimate place. After a second she touches her clit tentatively, but only for a moment before she gives up.

“Do you not like your own touch?”

Alena shakes her head and licks her lips. “I like when you do it.”

My cock beats in time with my heart at her words. He’s throbbing with need. “Of course you do. Because my touch is possessive, and it’s the only one you know. It owns you.” I stroke my cock a few more times, and I feel like I might pass out from the pain. “But you are the one who allows me to touch you in that way. See how hard I am for you? See the control you have over me? Your pussy could command me to bring down an empire. Or rule one.”

I watch as her hand goes back to her center and she tries again, rubbing small circles around her clit until pleasure starts to seep out.

“That’s it, my queen. Show me the power you have between your legs.”

I take a step toward her and see the glistening nectar on her cunt. She’s ready for me.

I get on the bed and snag the hand she has on her pussy. I bring her fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. I move between her legs and rub the head of my cock all over her wetness to slick it up. Once it’s slick with her juices, I press it into her virgin opening and lean my big body over hers.

I take her mouth in a kiss that betrays the tension in my body. I want her fiercely, but I’m trying everything I can not to hurt her. As her tongue comes out to taste mine, I thrust fully into her, and my cock stretches her to capacity.

She lets out a little whine into my mouth, and I kiss her deeper to try to distract her from the pain. We kiss for so long, we’ve both forgotten to move. But when she wiggles under me, I know she’s trying to see if it still hurts.

“Perfect, my queen. So perfect,” I whisper in her ear as I bury my face in her hair. “I love you, Alena.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and holds me to her. “I love you, too, Roman. Make love to me.”

Slowly I do as she asks and pull out of her. I thrust back in again, more firmly this time, and grit my teeth to keep from cumming too soon. I begin a slow rhythm of slowly pulling out and thrusting back into her tightness. It takes a while, but eventually she’s able to take all of my cock.

There’s not a space inside her that I haven’t touched, and that now belongs to me. I wrap my arms around her back and hold her to me as I rut into her and listen to her shouts of pleasure. I grip one of her ass cheeks and hold her hips even higher. I want to breed her the first time we make love.

“Roman. King, please. I’m so close.”

I take the hand off her ass and move it between us to her gentle bud. I rub it firmly as I thrust into her, and I feel her legs cling to me tighter.

“That’s it. Right—”

Her words are cut off as screams of pleasure rip from her throat and into my ears. The sounds alone are enough to send me over the edge. I hold still, so sensitive to her pulses as I cum deep inside her. It’s the greatest feeling in my life, and I don’t ever want it to stop.

“What was that?” Alena says, snorts in disbelief.

How is it adorable when she does that? “What was what, my queen?”

“That wasn’t like anything I’d ever imagined. Can we do that again?”

I laugh with her and feel her body wiggle under mine. I pull out just a few inches and then thrust my hard length back in. The orgasm had no effect on my cock.

“As many times as you wish, my queen.”

13

Alena

I wake up when I hear an all too familiar bird call. My eyes flutter open. I roll to my side and see Roman is gone. I sit up, looking around our giant bedroom, but don’t see him anywhere. There’s no light coming from under the bathroom door either. Slipping out of bed, I grab Roman’s shirt off the floor and pull it over my head.

I watch the doorknob to our bedroom rattle. Then I hear a curse, and Tabby does the bird call again. It’s something we’ve done since we were kids. Whenever one of us would want to come to the other’s room when our mom had already told us to stay put, we’d call out, whistling like a bird. I smile as I walk over and flip the lock. I barely get the door open and Tabby has her hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me from the room and dragging me down the hall. As she does, she’s checking doors, looking for an unlocked one.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

She turns and shushes me. I roll my eyes and go along with whatever she’s up to. Finally she finds an unlocked door and pulls me into what looks like a library. I glance around it, thinking how perfect it is. I’ve always wanted a library of my own. It even has one of those sliding ladders you use to get books from high shelves.

“Where have you been?” she barks at me, drawing my eyes away from all the books.

“What do you mean? I’ve been with my husband. We got married yesterday. You were there.” I shake my head at her.

“That was three days ago! Three days! I’m having sister withdrawals. We haven’t even talked about stuff.” At the word stuff she wiggles her eyebrows.