My hands gripped the wheel furiously, my pulse racing like the engine beneath me as I stomped on the gas pedal. I drove like a maniac, barely even able see the road and barely aware of the countryside flying past me. All I could think of was her.

Colette. My Colette. My princess. My soon-to-be-wife.

Soon. Soon I’d have all of her. I’d barely contained myself earlier — barely able to stop myself from gripping my cock, easing the throbbing head between the velvety-soft petals of her slick little pussy, and driving every inch inside, right through her cherry.

I had, somehow, but there’d been no keeping my hands off of her. There’d been no denying myself the pleasure of feeling her soft, supple skin under my fingers, of touching what was mine for the very first time. I could still smell her on my fingers — the sweet, heavenly taste of her still lingering on my lips where I’d licked her honey from my fingers. The taste of her drove me insane and made the beast inside of me roar to get free to go back there and claim what was mine. My cock ached for more, my balls heavy with more cum for her.

The car screeched around a corner, pushed to its absolute max, but again, I was heedless. I was incapable of thinking of anything else but how I was going to get back to Colette as soon as fucking possible.

I know, I shouldn’t have been driving. For one, not in my state that night, but for two, because a man of my means had no business driving his own car. Too much liability. And I could have hired a limo or something, but I always hated that. It felt elitist, and snobby. That and I much preferred to make my own way, with 425 horses under the hood of my 1970 Charger.

Colette.

My cock throbbed like the engine I controlled, my pulse racing as fast as the car as I tore through the countryside. Thinking of how she’d felt, and tasted, and how she’d moaned so sweetly for me as I made her come… It had me driving like a madman, but I didn’t care.

I wasn’t going home-home. It was much too far to drive back that night to the house I kept in Torsund. Plus, I was taking Colette to King Lucian’s suitor’s ball over in Avlion in just two days, so I’d thought to stay close. And on top of that, every foot away from Colette I found myself made me more and more anxious, and made me grit my teeth even tighter.

Maryanne had offered for me to stay at her palace. Actually, Colette’s mother had hinted at offering something more than that, but I’d obviously backed away from that. I rolled my eyes, wondering how the hell Colette had turned out so damn incredible with a parental figure like that always over her shoulder.

So, no, I wasn’t going home. And I wasn’t staying a the palace. There were hotels — and extremely nice ones at that — in the capital of Cordonne. But then, I liked this country. And I was head over heels obsessed with the princess. And I was wealthy beyond anything I’d ever be able to spend.

…So I’d bought a place — an old chalet on Lake Cordonne, twenty miles or so from the royal palace.

The car thundered around me as I peeled round a corner, my thoughts entirely on Colette.

She was everything — my everything. She was all that I’d never even looked for, and all that I’d never expected to ever come across in my life. Gorgeous, sexy, and so fucking tempting I could barely stand it. But also so damn smart, and sharp, and courageous. I could see that even barely knowing her. She was fierce, and that bratty sass — though it made my cock throb between my legs to think about taming it — was also a mark of her sharpness and her strength.

I groaned as I thought about the night’s events — of her skin, of the way her soft, full tits had shook so temptingly when the orgasm had rippled through her. I thought of her soft pink nipples, and how I hadn’t gotten to taste them on my lips yet, vowing to next time.

I thought of her sweet, soft, tight little pussy, and the look on her face when she came for me. I thought of that look of obedience — the way that defiant fire blazed in her eyes before she obeyed.

She liked submitting — enjoyed it, that I could see. She might not have really known what that was or what it meant, but she did it. It’s why she didn’t scream for her guards or tell me to go get fucked. It’s why she’d opened those soft creamy thighs and shown me her wet, pink little pussy.

…That I marked.

I growled, my cock aching painfully in my pants as I slammed on the gas. I reached down, groaning as I wrapped my hand around my shaft and slowly stroked it.

I came all over her little cunt. I marked her with my seed. And soon, I’d be planting it deep inside of her womb.

Fuck it.

I tore my pants open, half ripping them getting the zipper down as I reached in and pulled my thick, throbbing cock out. I gripped the wheel of the Charger with one hand, and my rock-hard dick with the other, stroking it up and down and feeling my pre-cum smear all up and down my shaft.

Soon, I’d fill my princess with every sticky drop of my cum, until it dribbled down her thighs — until it took. Until her belly swelled with our child.

I groaned, my balls tingling and my cock lurching as I headed towards the breaking point.

I imagined Colette back in her room from earlier. Only this time, she was reaching down and wrapping her soft hand around my cock and guiding me to her slit. This time, she was pulling me inside, and wrapping her legs around my waist as I drove every fucking inch inside her hot, tight little channel. My cock trembled in my hand as I imagined thrusting deep inside of her, and making her scream for more, and making her come as I emptied every fucking drop deep inside her womb.

I groaned as the orgasm hit me like a thundercloud. My cum exploded out of my cock, covering my hand, leaking down my shaft, and dripping down my balls as I roared and floored the gas, barreling into the night as my orgasm plowed through me.

Fuck, the ball was in two nights. In two nights, I’d be seeing Colette again.

…I was fairly sure I wasn’t going to make it that long.