I let my hands linger over her hips, touching the fabric of her panties and making her let out the sweetest little noises that only served to make my cock swell more in my pants.
With one fluid motion, I ripped the panties off her shaking body, throwing them to the ground. Even in that short moment, I had felt how wet the fabric had been, soaked with her need for me.
“Don’t hurt me.”
The words came like a hit to the stomach, and I turned my eyes to hers, now filled with fear and the desperate need to protect herself. Her hands covered up her body to shield it from my prying eyes.
“Are you afraid now, chérie?” I let out in a low growl, watching her eyes grow wide and fearful. “Are you fucking afraid of me yet?”
She didn’t answer, her bottom lip trembling as I pulled back her arms to expose that sweet body again.
“Look at you,” I marveled. “That fucking body is to die for, chérie. Don’t ever hide it from me. I’m going to look at it every-fucking-time I want to. Do you understand?”
She nodded just as I undid my belt and zipper, pulling out my engorged cock. She gasped at the sight of it. Gasped again when I touched it to her skin, her nails digging into the hard wood of the table.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, the eagerness of her voice eliciting a laugh from me.
“Already begging, huh?” I asked. “I have to say, I thought you’d last longer, chérie … At least until I had my cock in one of your eager little holes.”
She whimpered, and I reveled in the sound of it, in the sight of her writhing body on the table making me throb in my hand.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, and I felt precum leaking from my tip all over my fingers.
How was I supposed to fight it?
Who in their right mind would say no to her?
I sure as fuck wouldn’t.
I positioned my cock at her dripping entrance. She’d kept her pussy shaved, and I loved the forbidden nature of it.
“Wait,” she managed to get out, and my eyes found hers, silently imploring her to go on and explain herself. She bit her bottom lip, teeth digging into the skin as she whispered, “What if someone finds out?”
“I don’t give a shit,” I muttered. “Let them all know.”
With those words, I sank my length in her pussy.
She gasped when I entered her. Those sweet sounds escaping her lips only made me harder, and even if she'd begged me to stop, I wasn't sure I could have done it. Her cunt welcomed me home, wrapping around me with its soaking wetness and enveloping me in a tight embrace that threatened to never let go.
I knew then, balls deep inside her, that the competition was a fucking charade. I'd tried to stay true to my father's wishes, to do as he'd asked me on his deathbed. I'd been trying to give all the girls a chance, to be fair to them all and get to know them. But the truth was, I knew from the beginning which girl was going to be walking down the aisle to meet me before the altar. Amber had no competition. Amber was the one who could get me on one knee right at that instant.
"Amber Jonathan," I groaned, my hands going to her hips and pulling her against me, her body shivering against mine and her nipples tightening on my chest. "I'm going to marry you at the end of this. Do you know that?"
"Yes," she whispered, her arms going around my neck and embracing me, holding me close like I was her lifeline. Her breaths were short and ragged, and she needed a moment to compose herself and come back to me as I throbbed inside her. "I want you to, Your Highness. Tell me you pick me."
"I pick you," I growled in her ear. Her pussy wanted to hear it as much as Amber did, and the moment the words left my lips I felt her squeezing me, tightening around my cock and welcoming me inside her. I was oozing precum, needy, crazy, wild for her and everything she symbolized.
Freedom. Happiness. Love. She was everything I'd ever wanted, and I'd been a fool to pretend it wasn't so. But it wasn't too late. I could tell the court now. I could say fuck it to tradition and put Amber on the throne, right in my lap where she belonged.
As if reading my thoughts, she whispered, "We can't tell anyone."
"Why not?" I asked, smoothing down her hair. I was just barely rocking her body against mine, too lost in my own thoughts to fuck her, too afraid of the force I wanted to take her with to give her what we both so desperately wanted. "I want to tell the world you're mine. I want everyone to know I pick you, chérie."
"Don't," she begged in a strained whisper. "You need to go through with this... I don't want anyone to hate me."
I thought of her friend, pretty, clumsy Zara who'd charmed me with her knowledge and goofy personality. I thought of the other girls while I was inside her. Charming, beautiful Freya. Mysterious, gorgeous Asya. The stunning Kendy who revealed nothing of herself. It was torture. Torture having to spend time with them when all I wanted was right beneath me, spreading her legs for me like the perfect little whore.
"I'll decide," I growled at her. "But for now, you'd better spread your legs for me, chérie. I want to watch my cock going inside that sweet little pussy. I want to watch you coming on it."
She whimpered but obeyed the command. Her legs fell open around me and our foreheads touched as we looked down, at my monstrous cock in her tight, smooth little cunt that welcomed and fit me so perfectly. I groaned at the sight of it, watching my cock throb inside her.
"I won't last long," I growled in Amber's ear. "You're milking it, chérie."
"I'm not doing anything," she whispered in response. "But I will now..."
With those words, her pussy contracted, torturing me exquisitely and making me groan out loud at the feeling of being squeezed for dear life.
"You like that?" she whispered, her pretty pink nails digging into my skin. "You like it when I try to get it out, Your Highness?"
"Get it all out," I ordered. "Milk my cock, chérie. Are you on protection?"
She looked right into my eyes, grinned and whispered, "No."
It only made me harder. The thought of fucking her like this, in plain sight, with nothing between us, made me forget all about the rules. Someone could walk in at any second, yet I didn't give a shit. If I knocked her up, she'd be a blushing bride sooner than she thought, and the thought spurred me on, making me lay her on her back and start fucking her with all my might.
I pinned her arms above her head and she let out a scared little whimper as I started to drive my cock in her sweet pussy. I knew I was going to come, only prolonging the inevitable moment of coming deep inside her and filling her with my seed.
My eyes went to hers and I remembered what had happened in the hallway. The rage rumbling beneath my skin was back, threatening to make me roar in anger. I knew Amber saw it too, bubbling right beneath the surface and ready to devour her.
Her golden eyes widened with fear, but I kept myself in check. Being a prince, I'd learned pretty fast how to keep my emotions under control, and I prided myself on the control I had over my own body and mind.
While my thoughts screamed for me to be rough, I took her the way she needed it that night - with controlled force, driving my length into her hole again and again until her eyes became glassy and her whispers of my name were like a prayer on her sweet, full lips.