Page 12 of A Curvy Girl for the Prince

Maria merely shrugs.

“This is what people of our social class like to do,” she admonishes with a frown. “Golfing is very shi-shi, remember. Don’t go acting like you’re too good for the driving range.”

I smile helplessly.

“No Mom, it’s not that I’m too good for golf. It’s that I’m not very good at hitting the ball.”

“Pshaw!” my mom waves her hand at me lightly. “That’s fine. Nobody expects a woman to excel at anything athletic. What’s important is that you have fun with Albert, and get a chance to talk. Who knows? Maybe there will be a spark between you two young people. He’d be a wonderful catch for you, Matilda.”

“Don’t forget that Ray Shipping had a record year last year,” my dad adds in a low growl, looking at me over his paper. “The newspapers are all talking about it, and young Albert will almost definitely take over as CEO when the time comes.”

I merely nod and manage another wan smile at my parents. After all, this is what parents do. They try to make good matches for their daughters, even if said young man is a slimy drug addict, or a felon. Of course, I’m sure Albert Ray is none of these things. He’s probably perfectly nice and a fine catch for someone. It’s just that I wish it weren’t me because I just spent an incredible evening with our Crown Prince, and I can’t get Haakon out of my mind.

6

Haakon

“What? Are you shitting me?”

The messenger shrugs his shoulders before bowing again.

“I’m sorry, my prince. That’s what the madame said.”

I sit in the chair, unable to move. What the fuck? My girl is on a date?With another man?

After all, I’ve been unable to stop thinking about Martha for the last twelve hours. The luscious woman left my chambers in the wee hours of the dawn this morning with a limp, but it was a good limp.

“Are you okay?” I asked before pressing one last kiss to her mouth. “Is your pussy sore?”

“It is,” she whispered back, her brown eyes soft and beautiful. “And my asshole too, but it’s okay. I’ll survive and I have to work today, so it’s time to get back. Talk later, Prince Haakon.”

Of course, at that moment I had no intention of ever seeing Martha again, but I sent her away with some cash in her hand and a friendly pat on the rear end. The door swung closed, and I figured it was time and money well-spent.

But I’ve been unable to get Martha out of my mind. The way she moaned so sweetly whenever I penetrated her. How she screamed like a banshee while coming. And of course, the fact that she adored my double cocks, and wasn’t scared of them at all.

“Hmmm,” she whispered, her gaze fixed on the two huge shafts while stroking them with her small hands. “This is quite a treat.”

I lifted her chin to look into those big caramel pools.

“You’re not afraid?”

She slowly shook her head, still squeezing me in those hot little hands, making me groan.

“Not at all, Prince Haakon. This looks like the type of thing that I could have a lot of fun with.”

And fun we had. I took her every which way, pummeling those virgin holes like a sick motherfucker. I used her like a seasoned whore, listening to her scream and pant while she was violated. But Martha never complained. In fact, she came so hard each time that the sheets are likely still damp with our combined fluids.

So it was only natural that I’ve decided to reach out to her again. I sent one of my pageboys over to the House of Silk to request her company, but instead, he’s back and relaying some shit about Martha being on a date with another man.

“The fuck?” I rasp again, my hands gripping the armrests of my chair so tight that they’re white at the knuckles.

The young man merely shrugs and bows again.

“I’m sorry, my prince. Nerilda said that the woman you requested is occupied. But she did add one more piece of information: allegedly, the fair damsel is on a date at the Lysenian Driving Range, if you’d like to check it out for yourself. With a young man named Albert, if I’m not mistaken.”

I fume, still incensed that my woman could be with another man. Of course, I realize I have no hold on Martha because she’s a working girl, but still, what the fuck? Is that goddamn asshole fucking her right now? Is she getting paid to act sassy while flirting? Even after giving her innocence to me?

Suddenly, I make an executive decision.

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