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My cock was too big to get into her mouth more than a few inches, but I didn’t mind. Deep-throating lessons would come later, after the wedding. Because good Christ I was marrying this girl. As soon as possible, if I wanted to fook that sweet innocent little cunny.

For now, I watched her fingering herself, her eyes rolled back in pleasure while I fooked her face. She did what she could with her mouth, and I used her saliva to stroke the rest of my cock. God, having her at my feet like this…having her ministering to herself while I used her face…

I was going to cum soon, and it was going all over her.

Suddenly she stiffened and her eyes flew open, meeting mine. Her fingers froze in their frantic motion and she moaned against my cock. Then her eyes rolled back once more, she returned to the frantic thrusting rhythm in her pussy, and her whole body shook.

The girl was having what had to be the most intense orgasm of her life, and she was still determined to keep her tongue licking at the head of my cock.

“Good lass,” I gasped out, right before my own orgasm hit.

Now, I’d fooked plenty of women before. I’d even known women who enjoyed—or pretended to enjoy, at least—my little peculiarities and need to be in control.

But I’d never known a woman to be so perfectly submissive and beautiful while following my commands as Clarissa. She’d done everything I’d demanded, and clearly loved every moment of it.

She was the woman for me, and I needed to reward her.

As I came, I pulled my cock from her lips and stroked it, spurting hot cum all over her beautiful cheeks and mouth. Some of it even dripped down her neck to rest against her collarbone, like a beautiful pearl collar which marked her as mine.

I’d never felt anything like it. I’d never come so hard or for so long, but I wasn’t feeling empty. Whenever I’d drained my balls with other women, I’d felt tired and weak. But this? Being with Clarissa made me feel as if I could do anything.

As we panted, overwhelmed by our mutual climaxes, I traced that cum trail across her lips and down her neck.

She was mine now, and she was perfect.

After a long moment, she opened her eyes and looked up at me. “Thank you, sir,” she whispered almost reverently.

I offered her my hand, and when she took it, I helped her stand on her unsteady legs. Her skirts fell from her hold to rest haphazardly around those gorgeous thighs, and I knew her bloomers were still askew. Her cheeks and bust were flushed, and I couldn’t wait to find out if this was normal for her after she tasted the fruits of ecstasy.

“Nay,” I said gently, her hand still in mine. “Thank ye, Clarissa. Ye’ve proven that ye’re a wonderful candidate for the position of my wife.”

She didn’t drop my gaze, although her eyes widened slightly. “Your wife, sir?”

I leaned towards her, dropping my mouth towards her. When I kissed her, I tasted my own cum on her lips mingling with her scent, and felt my cock twitch at the knowledge of how thoroughly she belonged to me.

As our tongues played, her hands came up to grasp at my lapels, and I discovered I loved her initiative.

Aye, we’d be married as soon as possible, and I could begin training her to meet my demands. I would introduce her to my parents this afternoon, and the wedding would happen as soon as possible.

While she would have to remain a virgin until the wedding night, there was no reason we couldn’t do this frequently. Or one of the other many pleasing positions in the Harlot’s Guide.

For now, only one detail remained…

I pulled away just enough to stare down at her. “Marry me, Clarissa.”

That’s when she smiled, and holy fook was she gorgeous. “As my prince commands.”

The perfect answer.

Chapter 5

Clarissa

Oh Heavens.

I was engaged to the crown prince of Faencairn!

The idea was just…Oh Heavens.

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