Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
If I had a reputation as a bad seed and a troublemaker, Princess Faith was known for the exact opposite reasons. She was famous for her good girl ways — the fact that she’d never even dated had actually been written up in some of the same tabloids that’d slandered me across their pages. Her charity work, those commercials she’d shot for Devoney public schools about staying away from drugs. “Good girl” didn’t even cover it. I mean the Princess was a freaking girl scout.
For a second, a filthy thought of Faith stepping into my office in a too-small girl scout uniform flashed through my head, making my cock jump. I imagined her stripping away her innocence as she sauntered over to me, peeling away her uniform to show me that sweet, tempting body.
My jeans and boxers were down in seconds, and when I wrapped my hand around my thick cock, I groaned lowly. My hand shuttled up and down my trembling shaft, coaxing thick, white precum from the tip. It trickled down my shaft, making me slick and glistening as I stroked, thinking of her.
I imagined splaying her out across my desk, pushing that naughty girl skirt up and feasting on what was mine to taste.
Oh, I’d eat her cookie alright.
My balls tingled, filling with cum as I stroked my cock up and down, my muscles rippling. I took her little cotton panties and wrapped them around my shaft, groaning at the soft feel of them as I started to jerk faster.
Soft, silky, filthy, and with just the faintest scent of her sweet little pussy still on them — just enough to drive me out of my goddamn mind.
I imagined taking her, right there on my desk. I imagined how fucking tight and slick and perfect her gorgeous cunt would look sliding down every inch of my cock — opening up for me and me only as I claimed what was mine.
…As I claimed my wife.
I roared as I felt the cum pump from my heavy balls, my shaft swelling up thick and throbbing as the white sticky jizz erupted from my swollen head. I groaned, imagining that I was pumping her tight little cunt full of my seed until it ran down her thighs as I just kept stroking, until my abs and hand and her panties were covered in cum.
Slowly, I let my breath out, unclenching my muscles as I looked down at the mess. I grinned. Her panties looked even better covered in my pearly white cum.
My cock throbbed, not even deflating a bit as I pulled the panties away. It pulsed, my balls already filling again, like it wasn’t done yet — like it wanted more. My eyes landed on the small inked crown tattoo on the side of my shaft down by the base of it, and I grinned.
I wondered if she’d heard that rumor yet. I wondered if she was curious. I wondered what the fuck I was doing sitting in my office alone with a rock hard cock and every thought in my head involving sliding my dick inside her virgin pussy and making her my own.
I stood, struggling to get my cock back into my jeans as I grabbed the keys to my motorcycle and pulled up directions to the palace of Devoney. Yeah, I still wanted more alright. And more was what I was going to get.
I was going to make my pretty little princess bride scream in pleasure until she begged me to stop.
…And they said getting married killed the magic.
Bullshit.
Chapter 6
Faith
My whole room smelled like roses. Which made sense, because I’d been stuffing it full of them for three freaking days.
The first bouquet had been delivered to me by one of the palace guards while I was alone. I’d blushed bright red and brushed it off as being “from a friend,” even if the guard didn’t care and was trained not to anyways. The second bouquet had also gotten to me before anyone else could see it. But the third, like two damn hours after the first one, was waltzed into the dining room while I’d been having dinner with my parents.
“Oh now who are these from?” My mother had arched her brows, beaming at me. I was pretty sure that grin would be gone from both their faces if they knew which prince had sent them. Luckily, I’d yanked the card out of that one before they could spot it, which was a miracle. I couldn’t glance at it until later, after dinner and after I’d convinced them it was from Callie in celebration of her upcoming wedding. But I was pretty sure they’d have a hard time believing it was from her when the card read:
Come back to bed. 8===D, Hubby.
…He’d freaking signed it with a text-image dick.