“This is terrible luck, you know.”

“I’ll have to remember that.”

He growls as he pushes my poofy white dress high up my thighs. His eyes catch sight of the lacy white stockings and garters, and he groans deep in his throat. Xavier keeps pushing until he sees my lacy, basically see-through panties clinging wetly to my pussy.

…Soaking, as usual around him.

“You-” I blush. “You weren’t supposed to see all of this until later.”

“I think we’ve established that neither of us is good at not doing the things aren’t supposed to do, haven’t we?”

“I think that’s fair,” I moan, kissing my soon-to-be-husband fiercely. I gasp as he lifts me up, pulling me up into his chest as he carries me across the room. His tuxedo jacket is already off, his shirt unbuttoned, and I can feel the bare, hard muscles of his chest pressing against my nipples through the sheer white dress.

He topples us over onto the bed, pinning me under him and making me feel so captured and so his. And fuck do I love that feeling.

“We’ll have to make this fast,” I whisper heatedly, whimpering into his passionate kiss as his hands skim up my thighs. “I think we have someplace to be in like ten minutes.”

“Someplace like the altar?” he purrs. “To get married?”

I whimper, heat flushing through me. There’s something about the whole marrying him thing that gets me even hotter, and he damn well knows it. In fact, he’s been using this wedding as foreplay for a month now, and I’ve been loving every second of it.

“Someplace where I’m going to make you my fucking wife?”

He yanks open the front ties to my white gown, pushing it away from me and baring my breasts to his hungry eyes. My aching pink nipples harden for him as he dips low and swirls his tongue across them, bringing a shudder to my body. His lips fasten around one, his tongue teasing it and making me moan lowly.

“Oh God, say that again,” I gasp.

“You’re going to me my wife, baby girl,” Xavier groans, making me moan in pleasure. I can feel his big, thick cock pressing against me, pulsing against my pussy. My hands reach down, tearing at his belt and zipper and pushing his pants down. His cock springs free against my thigh, making me gasp as I feel the sticky hot trail of his cum leaking over my skin.

“And you’re going to me my husba-ooooh…”

I gasp as his big fingers slid down to tease over my pussy. He hooks them unto my panties, pulling them to the side, and when his big swollen head teases over my slippery, soft lips, I arch my back, wanting him so badly.

…Yeah, so, this is our happy ending. The truth was, neither of us cared one bit what people might say. People did, of course - say things, that is. The tabloids had a freaking field day with it, and that might have hurt if I didn’t have the strength he gave me. Him and my friends, and his friends too, who all came out to publicly trash the tabloids stories as the, well, trash they were.

And I have to say, the people of Bandiff didn’t care one bit. They all knew Xavier, and me as well, and at least in our kingdom, it was a day of celebration when we went public. We’d gone before King Rian to break the news to him ourselves. I’d met Rian before of course, but as Xavier’s ward.

…Not as his fiance.

But the King was only smiles, and so amazing about it. Actually, the only thing he did do was pull me aside and thank me for turning his “grouch of a Duke” into much more of a “people person”.

I’ll take that as a complement.

“Grouch, huh?” Xavier had grumbled later.

“No, he said you were a grouch. I’ve made you much nicer, you know.”

He’d chuckled and kissed me. “A grouch…” he’d muttered again. “This coming from the only single King I know?”

I’d ginned. “Yeah why is he single?”

I mean, King Rian was a very good looking guy. And built. And kinda growly in that sexy way. And a King, of course. It was actually becoming a story of interest in Bandiff that he still wasn’t tied down.

“I’d tell you to introduce him to your friends,” Xavier had chuckled lowly. “But they’re apparently all taken.”

“I blame your friends.”

He’d grinned. “You should.”

I mean, all my friends were taken. Yeah, even Faith, though that’s another story for another day.

But the news breaking, and us going public and all that was a month ago, and this is now. It’s ten minutes before our wedding vows, and I can feel Xavier’s thick cock about to do what I love most about it: fuck me.

He pushes in, making me hiss in pleasure as I spread my legs wide for him. He tears his shirt off, his muscled arms pinning me to the bed with my big poofy wedding dress puffed around my waist with my legs wide. He growls, driving in deeper and making me cry out as his big dick slowly slips inside of my tight, eager, dripping wet pussy. Suddenly, he plugins the rest of the way inside, making me scream in pleasure as I claw at his arms and pull him down to kiss him fiercely.

This is it, the start of the rest of our lives. We’re free from all of those shackles that were pulling us down, too.

My father went back to prison, for real this time. And you know that saying about it being a dog eat dog world? Well, it turns out him, Shana, and a few of their other co-conspirators all tried to make deals to try and lower their sentences by ratting out some of the others with more damning evidence. The thing is, all it did was incriminate all of them even more. So, they’re going to be in there a while. My father’s not coming near me, and Shana isn’t going to get her claws in Xavier ever again.

Cause he’s mine now.

I rock my hips up to meet him, both of us groaning as we grind into each other.

“You know you being a Duchess now or not, you’re always going to be my princess,” he whispered thickly into my ear.

I moan as he plunged inside, fucking me so deep and so well, making my toes curl. I groan into his neck, raking my teeth over his earlobe.

“You know you’re always going to be my daddy.”

Xavier growls, his cock swelling inside of me as he starts to fuck me harder, and deeper. I cry out feeling his thick cock plunge in and out of me, dragging over my clit on every thrust and making my whole body tremble with pleasure.

“We’re- were going to be late for our own wedding,” I gasp.

“Then you better be a good girl and come for me, baby girl,” he kisses me fierce. “Be a good girl and make that gorgeous little cunt come for daddy. Come for daddy, baby girl,” he growls. “Milk all of daddy’s come from his balls into that pretty little princess pussy.”

My body tenses, and the heat starts to explode through me.

“When I marry you in front of everyone, I want to know that my cum is dripping into your panties. I want to known my hot cum is making a fucking mess of that little cunt when you say I do.”

Pleasure sizzles through me, the filthy thought only driving me higher and higher, until I’m gasping for air.

“Fuck me, daddy!” I cry out as I start to tumble. “Fuck me and give me all of that daddy cum!”

Xavier roars, his powerful hands pinning my hips to the bed as his lips crash into mine and his big, fat cock fills me to the brim. And suddenly, I lose it.

I scream as the orgasm just explodes through me, shaking me from my heeled toes up to the tiara on my head. He swallows my moans, groaning into our kiss and pumping his hips against mine as he fucks me with that perfect cock of his right through my climax. And when he swells up even bigger and suddenly roars into my lips, I come all over again as I feel the hot, thick pumps of his cum splashing inside of me.

We slowly come to a panting halt, clinging to each other as we gasp for air.

“Sir!”

There’s a pounding on the door, which only temporarily shakes us, since the door is locked.

“Sir, they’re looking for you?”

It’s Humphries, Xavier’s stone-faced chief of staff. Well, stone-faced except for the one time he pulled me aside after he heard the news and literally gushed to me how excited he was for us.

“I’ll be right out,” Xavier mutters.

“They’re, uh, well, they’re also looking for your fiancé, sir.”

Xavier looks right at me, still blushing and pinned under him with my legs around his waist.

“She’ll be right out too.”

I groan, the heat rising in my cheeks as I hear Humphries clear his throat and say something about “informing the guests that we’ll be starting shortly” before walk away.

“You ass,” I giggle quietly, punching Xavier playfully in the arm.

He makes a tsking sound. “Language, young lady.”

A familiar sizzle tingles through me. God, I know that tone. And I love that tone.

“Did I say a bad word?” I coo quietly, biting my lip as I look up at him. I flex my muscles, squeezing his still rock-hard cock with my pussy and then moaning as I feel him grind into me.

“Keep up the language and daddy might have to wash your dirty mouth with soap,” he growls.

“Soap?” I blush as I look him right in the eye. “I can think of something much more fun.”

“Oh now we’re definitely going to be late for our own wedding.”

“Sounds good to m-ooooh…”

I moan as he slowly pulls out and then drives back in, sending fireworks exploding through me.

“I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you too,” I whisper back.

“Now be a good girl,” he growls as he leans down to brush my lips with his. “And come again for daddy.”

The End