Roman raised his hand, his finger slick from my arousal, and swatted my pussy again. I flinched and moaned at the same time, thrusting my mons to his hand, desperate for more. He then thrust his same finger back inside of me, invading my pussy again.
“Yes,” I moaned, not being able to say anything else. Conscious thought had begun to leave my body.
Roman pulled out his finger again, spanked my pussy, thrust his finger back inside, and then spanked my pussy again. Over and over, he repeated the wicked act. A moment of pain, quickly replaced with pleasure. Sting versus sensuality. Carnal lust versus erotic stimulation. I couldn’t decide which one I preferred, though Roman didn’t give me much time to choose. The pussy spanking and finger banging continued until I was worked up to a frenzied state. I needed Roman’s cock as much as I needed the air to breathe.
“Please,” I begged.
“Yes,” he said as he replaced his one finger with two. “Say it again. Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please, Roman. I need you.” I arched my back and thrust my hips up, driving his fingers deeper inside of me.
Two fingers in my pussy became three as he stretched me wide, mercifully preparing me for his girth. On my gasp of delight, he pulled out his coated fingers and spanked me on my punished mound again. He coated my bare pussy with the signs of my craving to be fucked. I glanced down and noticed my glistening flesh as Roman lowered his head to my pussy again. Locking his eyes with mine, he stuck out his tongue and licked my juices off my throbbing mons, being sure to cover every inch. The wet warmth of his tongue cooled the sting from his sexual chastisement, and although punished for my crimes, I had no more patience than I’d had before.
“Fuck me,” I said, not sure I could stand another minute. I needed him now. I had to have him inside of me now!
Chapter Four
Roman
Those were the words I wanted to hear. I wanted her to beg for me. I wanted her body to demand more from me. And though I’d known I would have her hungry for my touch by the end of the night, I’d had no idea she would be so receptive so quickly. But my throbbing cock had surprised me with how much I hungered for her as well. The sexual chemistry, the lustful energy was off the charts. I had never wanted to have my dick shoved up a sweet pussy like hers this badly in my life. What we’d had before when we were young was nothing like this. What had been merely an ember in the past had now turned into a full-blown inferno.
The essence of Cheri was stronger than any drug, and I could have feasted on her cunt all night. I could have licked her until my tongue turned raw, but the naked beauty before me begged. She pleaded. And I was damn well going to deliver. Playtime was over; I was ready to fully claim what was mine. What had always been mine.
Not being able to stand another minute of not being inside her, I crawled up on top of her panting body and devoured her mouth with mine as I pressed my dick to her wet entrance. “Can you taste yourself on my lips?” I murmured against the kiss. “Can you taste how badly you want me?”
When she returned my kiss with full passion, wrapped her legs around my hips, and clung her tiny hands to my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh, I was undone. On a growl I could no longer contain, I buried my cock into her balls deep.
Fuck me, she was so damn tight. I remembered she had always been tight, though then she had been young, virginal. But she was still so fucking tight. And now as an experienced man, I could truly appreciate what a goddamn gift that was. She had a pussy meant for a mighty king, and it was now going to be mine. She was mine.
Her tiny mewls and moans fueled me. I began to fuck her like I had been dreaming of so many nights for so many years. In and out, hard then soft, possessing every inch of her core. It seemed as if my cock doubled in size when her moans grew louder, and I could see an orgasm was nearing. Reaching down with one hand while I still pushed and pulled my dick inside her tiny hole, I played with her clit, heightening her pleasure so she could explode around me.
“Come for me,” I ordered, loving to tell my Cheri what to do. I loved how her eyes seemed to glass over and the way she bit her lip when I showed even the smallest bit of dominance. Her submissive nature, locked deep inside, wanted to emerge. I could see it, and I definitely could feel it.
Her breathing hitched, her eyes closed, her body tensed, and my Cheri let out the most beautiful cry. A cry that became my undoing. With a few more forceful thrusts, my balls ached, and I could no longer hold back. I came hard in what would soon become my wife as her pussy still pulsated around my cock.
We remained silent for several moments as we both gathered our breaths. I placed small kisses on her shoulder, wondering how long until she would be ready for round two. I was already growing hungry for her again. I wondered if my appetite would ever be satiated with Cheri in my life.
“I should probably get going,” she said as she tried to slide from underneath the weight of my body. “I know how news travels, and I would hate for my mother to find out I’m in New Orleans by someone else besides me. She still thinks I’m a hobo in Mexico.”
“Your mother is in Greece right now,” I informed as I rolled over to my side, still gripping her hips to prevent her from escaping. “There’s a gallery opening by another bored countess friend of hers. She should be there for a couple of days. But I’m sure she will dive into wedding planning the minute she returns.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked, looking up at me with her big blue eyes. “You really want to get married.”
I smiled, leaned in, and kissed her forehead. Her disheveled hair gave her such an adorable appearance that a part of my heart melted for her. It was a welcome feeling to have something other than my dick controlling all the emotions of the night.
“That was the plan,” I said softly. “Is that really so bad?” I asked the question, but I knew the answer. She may be playing resistant, and she was definitely a flight risk, but I knew deep down there were feelings there. She wouldn’t have left Costa Rica and been in my bed unless she was open to the idea of following through with our ordained arrangement. She was programmed, just as I was, to fulfill her royal duty. You could escape many things in life, but escaping your destiny… one that had been planned out for you practically since birth, was not one of them.
“Settling down? Is that what you want? I can’t see you settling for anything. You don’t come across as someone who is all right with boring married life,” she said.
“Trust me, Cheri,” I began, not wanting to reveal all my dark secrets quite yet. “Nothing about what we are about to do will be boring.”
“All the grooming. The training on how to be a proper princess.” She sighed deeply. “Makes me want to poke my eyeballs out just thinking of it. I’m not the uptight, strait-laced woman needed for this role.”
“Again… trust me,” I said as I gave her a kiss to her forehead. “The training I will expect from my proper princess will be far from uptight and strait-laced.”
“What do you mean by that?” she asked, tilting her face so she could look into my eyes. “I feel like you are keeping something from me.”
I smiled, enjoying the sparkle in her eyes and the pout of her lips. With the smell of sex still in the air, all I could do was squeeze her tight so I wouldn’t reveal everything right away.