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She gasps and grabs onto my hair. I smirk to myself as I suck and lap at her clit, not afraid to taste every drop of her soaking pussy. I love her taste, love her tight little pussy, and I feel like my cock might burst out of my fuckingshorts.

I slide my hand down and tease her pussy before plunging two fingers inside ofher.

“Oh god,” she gasps. “What are you trying to do tome?”

I smirk at her and gently kiss her lips. She doesn’t seem to mind tasting her own pussy on my tongue. “You know what I’m trying to do,” I say. “I want to make you come, girl. You’re my wife now. And I want to tasteit.”

She gasps, clearly not used to a man talking dirty to her. I smirk and press my fingers deep inside of her. I kiss her neck and drop back down, finding her clit with my tongue and lips. I suck and lick her, fucking her pussy with my fingers, moving faster andfaster.

Her moans get louder as I keep pushing her. I want to make this girl sweat. I want to make her fucking drenched, until she finally comes in my mouth, and I get to taste exactly what she’s like. I can hardly control myself and I’m fucking impatient, but I’m persistent. I won’t stop, not ever, not until I get what Iwant.

But I don’t have to wait long. I fuck her pussy with my fingers faster, deeper, all the while working that clit with my tongue. She grabs onto my hair and starts wiggling her hips, pressing me harder, and I can tell she’s getting close. Her fingers tense as I gently nibble and suck herclit.

“Oh fucking shit,” she groans. “Nolan. PrinceNolan.”

That makes me so goddamn excited I can barely breathe, but I don’t stop. She’s on the edge. I need to tip her over. I suck faster, fingers pumping that pussy, and shegasps.

I can practically feel the orgasm washing over her. She tenses, her whole body a mass of energy, and it just releases in one deep shiver of explosive force. I taste her as she comes and I don’t stop, not for a second. I’m relentless, and I take her orgasm to the nextlevel.

Slowly, she comes down. I pull my fingers from her and lick them clean. She watches me, an astonished and pleased look on herface.

“Perfect,” I say to her. “That’s exactly what Iwanted.”

She blinks, a little dazed. I don’t wait for her reply. I give her another kiss on the lips before leaving her there on the counter. I head back into myapartment.

I couldn’t stay there another second. If I did, I was going to burst. I was going to make her suck my cock until I came down herthroat.

Instead, I’m going to take a cold shower. I have a lot of time with my new princess. I can’t rush things. I don’t want to push her away, make her run. Just one thing at a time until she’s down on her knees, begging to give me what Iwant.

14

Hazel

When I seemyself in a big, white dress, I almost don’t recognize the girl in themirror.

“I look really good,” I say, genuinelysurprised.

Britta laughs. “I know. It’s almost hard tobelieve.”

I give her a look. “What’s that supposed tomean?”

“Oh, you know. You’re just a commoner, and yet now you look like a princess.” She lifts and gently drops my veil. “You lookgorgeous.

I smile at her and shake my head. Britta was not happy when she found out about my arrangement with Nolan. Actually, she straight up freaked out, accused me of some pretty awful things. But a couple days later, she came and apologized to me, and we worked itout.

I don’t think she’s happy about the situation, but she’s at least accepting it and still willing to be my friend. I mean, I’m going to be a member of the family that she practically worships, so I guess she’s probably being a little self-serving, but still. It’s nice to have my friendback.

Especially on a day liketoday.

“I thought this would be a bigger deal,” I say toher.

“No, not here in Polovia,” she answers. “The royal weddings are always tiny and closed to the public. Only the castle staff and the family arepresent.”

“Why the castlestaff?”

She shrugs. “It’s an old tradition. Story goes that there was once an unpopular king marrying his third wife. He was afraid the people would revolt, but he invited the castle peasants to the wedding, and that helped to win them over. Now it’s something of atradition.”

I smile and nod. There’s always some ancient explanation for things here. And I can’t help but notice that she called those people “castle peasants,” although I don’t point thatout.

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