Page 18 of A Curvy Girl for the Prince
Matilda does as told, bracing herself on her knees as I grip her narrow waist in my hands. Then, I begin pistoning my hips upwards, cramming her holes full with my two cocks as wave after wave of lust consumes my form.
“Goddamn,” I grunt. “Oh shit.”
“Mmmmm,” she moans, her head dropping back. “It feels so good to get fucked like this.”
“You look so good getting fucked like this,” is my reply. But then, the surge becomes too strong and overwhelms me. I fuck up into her a few more times, so powerful and with such force that her breasts bobble wildly, like buoys on a stormy sea. Then, the base of my penises pulse wildly, and I erupt in the depths of my gorgeous girl, drenching her in sperm.
“Fuck!” I howl like a madman. “Oh shit!”
Meanwhile, Matilda can’t take it anymore either. Her holes ripple on me before clenching down in one hard squeeze, and then she dissolves in a series of body-shaking tremors.
“Mmm!” she screams, gripping my shoulders as she braces herself. “Oh oh oh!”
The climax is better than any I’ve ever had. My vision goes dark as my head swims, and I swear I can hear angels singing in the distance. But it’s the beautiful woman above me that has me captivated. As she shakes and screams, I ejaculate again and again, pumping deep into her curves, claiming her as mine.
“Fuck yeah,” I grunt. “This belongs to me. You hear that honey? Fuck all the other guys because this is mine.”
Matilda can’t hear because she’s still wailing, so loud that I begin to think that others might overhear from outside. But I like it too. I love that she’s so uninhibited that she’s willing to scream to the heavens if that’s what floats her boat.
Finally, however, the tremors subside and the gorgeous woman collapses against me, her skin sheened with sweat while breathing hard.
“Goodness,” she manages in a faint voice. “That was something.”
“It was,” I growl into her ear while stroking up and down her back. You definitely have male fluid in your holes now, but you’re the perfect receptacle, baby. Better than I’ve ever had before.”
She leans back then, quirking an eyebrow at me.
“Really, my prince? You’ve had a lot of women, so that’s not a small compliment.”
“It’s a big one,” I acknowledge while staring into her eyes. “But you belong to me now, sweetheart. No necking with other men.”
Still, the sassy woman disagrees.
“You can’t say that, Prince Haakon,” she admonishes playfully. “I’m a working girl, so you’re taking away my means of earning a living. That’s not fair.”
Hmm, that’s true. Perhaps I should move Matilda into my quarters, and fuck what other people say. I don’t care if she’s not royal, not noble, or doesn’t have the perfect lineage. Hell, if it keeps other men from touching Matilda, then I’m ready to do it.
But instead, I make myself be reasonable.
“I get it,” I say, staring at her with my penetrating blue gaze. “This is what you do for a living, so I propose a compromise: you can still go out with other men, but no sex. Absolutely none, and I’ll be checking. Before and after every date.”
Matilda throws her head back and laughs.
“You think you can control me like that?”
I growl as my expression darkens.
“You bet I can,” I rasp. “I’m inspecting both of your holes before and after every date to make sure you haven’t been stepping out on me.”
Matilda merely throws me an amused look.
“Oh Prince Haakon, so possessive and you don’t even know it.”
But I’m serious and stare into her chocolate gaze.
“Say you’ll do it,” I rasp. “No sex with other men. And the right to check too.”
Matilda merely laughs again, looking at ease even during this mind-blowing conversation. Why is she so relaxed? She should be nodding and jumping up to do whatever I say. But instead, she merely giggles again.