I spread my princess out on the bed so I can have a perfect view of her pulsating engorged clit and quivering pussy. I kiss my way down her beautiful body. Her ample bosom, her cute little tummy, and her delicious pussy.
As I begin sucking on it she moans, coming again already for me.
“Oh my God Gregory you make me come so much I didn’t even know such a thing was possible.”
What I didn’t even know was possible was to feel so emotionally close to someone while having sex with them, I think. but I just don’t know how to tell her that yet. I don’t want to creep her out.
I don’t know what’s come over me but she was right about what she said in her wedding vows. It’s like some kind of magic spell.
I suck her clit, with her juices running out into my mouth. She squirms, holding on to my hair, making me lick her faster, stronger until she’s shaking underneath me and all she can say is “Oh God oh God oh God.”
I put on a new condom and slip back inside her. It feels so good and warm here that I’m afraid I’m going to lose control.
In the missionary position, I feel super close to her. I look down and run my hands through her messy hair, still wet from the Jacuzzi water. I smell her fresh outdoor scent from when I just banged her out on the balcony.
She wraps her bare feet around me now and I love that they’re different sizes. I love everything about her and even her imperfections are perfect. I let myself surrender, growing fully hard and erect again, pumping in and out, feeling myself dangerously on the verge of coming.
I move my mouth down to suck on her nipples again, hoping I can give her a couple more orgasms before I let myself go. But as I feel her pussy tightening an shaking as she comes, I know I need to join her.
I have no choice but to let loose at the same time she does, grunting under my breath, saying, “Oh my God Ella, this feels amazing.”
“This was perfect,” she says. “I love it.”
“I love you,” I say, as I finish the orgasm.
Holy fuck, I think. What did I just say? But I’d feel like an ass taking it back and I don’t even really want to take it back because it’s the most true thing I’ve ever said in my entire life.
“I love you too,” she says, holding onto me and hugging me tight. “It doesn’t even make sense but I do.”
“I know,” I tell her. “But it also does make sense. I feel like were meant for each other. You could help me with my…”
“Father passing soon?” she asks, seeming to know that I don’t want to say it out loud.
“Yeah,” I say. “That probably sounds bad. I didn’t mean for it to sound like because you’ve been through so many bad things I was going to use you to…”
“No, it’s fine,” she says. “I know what you mean, my love. My prince.”
She wraps her legs around me as we collapse together on the bed, both out of breath some still. I know we’re each thinking, how can this work out? Or at least I know I am and it seems as if she is as well.
Finally, I decide to take the plunge.
“You know,” I tell her. “I told you about the plan of getting a more permanent fake bride to play the role in Ambrosia. But can’t you just play that role?”
She half smiles. I’m afraid she’s thinking what if we don’t work out? The whole kingdom will definitely know then and divorce is not acceptable in the royal family. It could certainly be a hitch to this plan.
But instead she says, “Gregory, I would really love to, seriously. I have a pretty shitty life here other than my friends and my aunt and I would love to escape it and I would love to go with you. But I have to worry about my dad’s business. I have to be able to buy my stepmother out so she doesn’t ruin it for him.”
“Well,” I say, “I think I have a solution for that.”
She gazes up at me hopefully. “You and your solutions.”
“My family would pay a pretty penny to anyone willing to play pretend Princess,” I tell her. “If we don’t do this my mom is going to find out that I didn’t really marry Meredith and she’ll be grateful that I saved the day on the day of the wedding but she’s gonna want me to save the entire rest of my life somehow to, no matter how much it costs. Therefore, money isn’t really a concern if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“It feels so… yuck,” she says, “to think that you’re buying me like a mail-order bride or something.”
“Well it’s just a practical solution so that you’re able to keep your dad’s business and get away from your wicked stepmother,” I tell her. “But excuse me for trying to wave my magic wand and make everything better.”
“I see your point,” she says, smiling. “And I could hire employees to run it while I oversee it from afar because it is not really my thing anyway.”
“You’d rather write fairytales while you live one yourself,” I say and she looks up at me and says, “How do you know that?”
“I don’t know. I just feel like it’s magic. Like I’ve known you in some other life or something, as if I know everything about you.”
She lifts her head up and kisses my cheek.
“Do you really think it could work?” she says.
“Not without one more thing,” I tell her.
“What’s that?” she says. “Since you have everything all figured out you seem to be the prince of planning.”
“Yeah, well I need to do this still.”
I get down on my knees and take her hand in mine.
“Pretend Princess Ella Carrington, will you be my real girlfriend?” I ask her.
“I sure will,” she says, jumping down into my arms so that I can kiss her, which makes me hard all over again. “That’s a good thing to have planned out. That asking me to be your girlfriend thing.”
It’s also a good thing this is our wedding night and that she doesn’t have to rush off this time. Because I want to continue fucking her all night long. And I have a feeling that the desire is mutual.