Page 8 of Cheeky Prince
She does as I ask, releasing my forearms so her hands are free to tweak away. The sight has me so close to blowing that I bite down on my tongue to draw it out.
“That’s my girl, pinch them while I fuck you.” I grip her hips, lifting her legs so her calves drape over my shoulders, and I’m angled just right to thrust into her hard. She’s so fucking tight, and the wet suctioning sounds of her cunt are only getting me hotter. I can’t hold on.
“Dominic! Dominic!” she shrieks, coming for the third time this evening. Her little cunt squeezes me, and I have no choice but to let go, filling her with my seed until the fierce shudders turn into a gentle wave and I still my movement.
“Thank you,” I say before I lean down and place a gentle kiss to her lips.
“You’re welcome.” She giggles and offers me a lazy smile. “Although I think I should be the one thanking you. That was…” She lets out a happy sigh. “I don’t understand why everyone complains about their first time. I mean, it was a little painful in the beginning, but then…wow.”
“It isn’t always like this. What you and I have…it’s special,mon petit chou.”
“I think you’re right,” she says as I place a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, on each of her cheeks and eyelids before I roll us to the side, and she rests her head against my chest. I’m still hard as a rock inside her, but I have no desire to pull out. I plan to stay inside her all night.
Jill
Iwake to an empty bed, although the smell of coffee and fresh bread tells me Dominic isn’t far away. I didn’t notice last night, but his room has a huge window that overlooks the sea. It’s beautiful to open my eyes and just lie here while I watch waves crash against the beach.Could this actually be my life now?
I bite my lip and roll onto my back, feeling all the aches and pains in my body with each movement.What a night!
In between our lovemaking, Dominic promised me over and over again that we were bound in body and mind, that he wanted my womb to carry his children. I keep reeling over the craziness of this situation. Any normal person would want to slap my face and tell me to slow down. But what’s normal when it comes to love? If we knew, the divorce rate wouldn’t be quite so high, would it? I think that sometimes you just have to take a chance on how you feel. If you want it enough, the rest will just work itself out. And I’d like so much to believe that my happily ever after will be in the arms of this man. I’d started to give up on ever finding someone to have a family with. And I want a family badly. I have great plans for being a mother who is present and caring, unlike mine. I want to stay home and take care of the house and my husband. It’s old fashioned, but I imagine I could keep a happy home with a man who makes me feel the way Dominic does.
At the same time, I also don’t want to get too carried away with his happy ever after stuff. I’ve heard that men can say things they don’t mean while they have their dick inside you, so as hopeful as I’d like to be, I also don’t want to jump to any conclusions until Dominic and I speak in the stark light of day. And if it turns out this is just a fantasy, I still have a life in Missouri waiting for me. It’s not much of one—I’m working a dead-end job in logistics for an import/export company. But I do have an apartment, and of course, friends. So all isn’t lost if I’m to head back there today.Perhaps just my heart…
Breathing in deep, I try to commit the smell of his sheets to memory. They smell of the sea air, the soap in his bathroom, the manly scent of his skin, and of course, sex. I think that’s the smell I like most of all, the scent of the two of us together. It’s sublime. If I could bottle it, I’d turn it into a candle scent, so my house always smelled this way.
My bladder forces me from the bed, and my fantasy, and when I’m finished in the bathroom, I venture into the kitchen, wrapped in his shirt from the night before, letting my nose lead the way. “Dominic?” I call out when I find a tray of coffee, sweet bread rolls with real butter and jelly. It looks like he was in the middle of preparing breakfast in bed before he was called away for something.
Grabbing a roll, I bite into the fluffy sweetness, closing my eyes because I didn’t realize I was this hungry. Before I know it, the damn thing is inside my belly, and I’m licking my fingers, looking around for more food. It’s then that I hear Dominic’s voice floating in through the doors that lead towards the back decking.
A smile curves my lips as I move toward him, desire surging me forward before logic stops me in my tracks. “Then how the hell did she get here?” he demands, his voice edged with aggravation. He’s standing in a pair of running pants with a white T-shirt stretched tight over his broad frame. He looks delicious, but his words are concerning.Is he talking about me?
“Well, if you didn’t pay for a hooker, and I didn’t pay for a hooker, how did a hooker end up buzzing at my door claiming Stefan sent her?” He pauses and places his free hand on his hip as he looks out over the water. “I don’t know, cousin. I have my security looking into her.”
That’s all I need to hear before I’m walking back the way I came, a knot so tight in my belly that I think I might throw up.A hooker? He thought I was a hooker?
Oh god. No wonder he was so interested in me, he thought I was a sure thing.You came here to give yourself to a stranger?His words from the night before revisit me, and tears prick the back of my eyes.
He thinks I sold my virginity.
He thinks I sold my virginity?
Holy crap! This is a nightmare.
My head spins as I scramble for my bag, pulling out the silk kimono I have in there to wear around the pool. I throw it over my head as I rush for the door.
He thinks I’m a hooker. He thinks I sold him my virginity. Was anything about last night true, or did he think we were playing a game?
Tears fall from my eyes as shame overwhelms me. I have to get out of here.
Dominic
“Is she still there?” Stefan asks over the phone. He sounds terrible after partying with two different women before passing out in a drunken stupor. He never even hired an escort to send to me. He reckons he was looking and just got carried away.
“Yeah.” I run a hand across the back of my neck. “She’s still asleep.”
“Worked her pretty hard last night, hey?” Stefan chuckles. “Good for you, Dom. Good for you.”
“Don’t talk about her like that,” I growl, my instincts flaring up at the thought of him imagining anything sexual about her. No matter how this angel—my little bun—came to me, there’s one thing I know for sure: she’s mine. And god help any man who tries to take her from me.
