Adrian took off his tie, sweeping it off his collar.

He looked out into the cityscape, admiring the view—he loved how the lights glistened during the night. They sparkled like thousands of stars. Even from his palace window, he could feel like the night was thriving.

Or, maybe—it was just his night.

"Sir?" she said from behind him.

Her words thrilled him, sending pulses to his dick. He loved it when she said that. He turned to face her in the dark room. Her dark eyes seemed like they sparkled wickedly, reflecting the city lights from behind him. She was so tempting. She was incredible.

She sat on the bed, facing him—her wide and white gown displayed on his bed. He licked his lips. The gown was inviting—he called to him, he wanted to tear it off.

It was like she could read his mind, "I don't have another one of these—sir, please be gentle."

He grinned, "If you keep talking like that—I won't be able to."

He unbuttoned his shirt and tore off his tux and belt, walking towards her. Her eyes lingered down to his hands across his waistline, she bit down on her lip, anticipating.

He knelt in front of her, pushing his hands under her dress. She giggled.

"The future king shouldn't be on his knees like that..." she chided playfully. He smiled up at her, as his hands grazed up her legs and slowly up her thighs.

She moaned, biting harder on her lip.

"I'm not too worried about that—" he spread her legs apart, "at least thanks to you, I will be king."

She blushed, "Well, I'm happy my life sob story worked well for something..." her breath hitched up when his fingers grazed her panties. They felt like silk. He stood up, his hands still lingering there—as she leaned over her, forcing her to lay back on the bed. He hovered over her, bringing his face close to hers, and he slipped his fingers into her panties. She quivered.

He bent down, nibbling on her ear—she moaned in response, his fingers pressed against her mound, circling her. Her hips began to buck against his fingers. He growled into her ear, "It's the perfect cinderella story— even down to the part, where you are oh, so obedient."

She gasped with his words, his fingers circling faster. She grabbed onto him, her breath picking up pace.

His dick was throbbing now—it ached for her. She caught his gaze.

"I want it," she moaned. Her body called for him—she needed to feel him in her.

"Is that so, Veronica?" he was loving to watch her squirm under him. She moaned loudly—trying to pull his hips closer to her.

She stared into his eyes, "Yes, sir."

The words sent a wave through him—his dick was hard as stone. He couldn't hold it in any longer. He pulled down his trousers, and pushed her gown up to her waist. He took a look at her panties, they were soaked—and he pulled them off with a single pull. He spread her legs apart as he lie down on top of her.

Their bodies called for each other—they clung to each other. He kissed her hard, and deep. He wanted her to know how much he wanted her. How much he craved her. How he could not have let her go in this or any lifetime.

Her hands found him, eager for his dick. She gripped him, and he felt pleasure sweep through his body. She slid her wet opening onto him, and pushed them together—pushing him all the way into her.

They cried out in unison.

He felt the need to do more to her, to be closer. He turned her around onto her stomach. She yelped in surprise, but then she propped on her elbows, looking back at him. It was a dream come true. He slid his dick into her pussy from behind, his shaft touching against her in different ways. She moaned like an animal and the sound thrilled him. He held onto her hips, standing up straight as he dove into her again and again, she shouted from pleasure.

He could see her ass cheeks peeking out at him from under her dress. The sight drove him insane, every dirty thought he had of her over the last few weeks was happening. His body sang. But, he was close to climax and he wanted her to come. He wanted more than anything to face her beautiful eyes as he came into her. He flipped her over again, and this time she laughed with joy. She loved to be his plaything. His personal plaything.

He thrust into her, feeling her warmth and tightness—something that he had once thought he would never get again. He humped into her, enjoying every crevice of her body. She pulled and clawed at him—swallowing him in—to feel every inch of him.

They moved as one, their eyes holding each other's stares—their bodies sweating under their leftover clothes. She called his name, biting her lip. She was close to orgasm.

"Do you want to come?" he growled as he thrust into her faster and stronger, she yelped with pleasure.

She cried out, as her body shook, "Yes, sir!"

Her body arched as the orgasm rode through her, she cried out his name, and then his body exploded into hers. The wave of the strong orgasm coursing through his body, sending his nerves screaming in pleasure.

They gasped and tried to regain their breath. Veronica laughed beside him, and soon he had wrapped her into his arms.

She fit perfectly in them. They hadn't even taken off her dress yet—he could only guess that would be round two.

She nuzzled into his neck, taking a deep breath.

He felt his eyelids get heavy—his body tired from the day and the amazing orgasm.

He heard her voice as he drifted off, "So—do you love me, Adrian?" she purred into him.

He nodded, "Yes—I do."

She giggled sleepily.

He couldn't help but reply, "Do you love me, Veronica?"

She hummed against his chest as they both drifted, "Yes sir, I do."

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