Colette moaned, the sound like fucking honey dripping in my ears as the Charger screeched around a corner. My fingers slid deep into her pussy, stroking in and out and making her cry out as I stomped on the gas.

I had the wheel in one hand and the other had two fingers buried deep inside her impossibly tight little cunt, feeling her slick, hot desire dripping down my hand. I growled, accelerating around another bend in the road as I pulled my fingers from between her lips. Collate moaned, pouting, but when I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked her candy-sweet cream from them, she gasped quietly.

Fuck, did I want more.

We were on our way to the ball after our scorching hot time back at the palace — me in my tux and her in that fucking sexy as sin red dress. Red that was making my blood boil and my cock harden. Red that made me feel like a crazed bull in the ring.

This was all new to me. All of this. Getting close to her like this, and somehow letting her smash down my walls and loose every filthy, dirty thing I’d had bottled up. I’d worried that I’d scare her, or freak her out. But it seems my little princess was as dirty as I was.

I’d fallen for her the second I’d seen her, a year before at her party. I’d buried that, and hidden my thoughts even from myself as best I could before there was no holding them back any longer. And now that the dam had broken, and now that it was all coming out, there was no putting this back in its box.

Colette was my everything. My entirety. My world. She wasn’t just going to be my wife, she was going to be my queen. Crown or not, royal blood or not, I’d make her the queen of my world.

I was shaken from my wandering thoughts by her hand sliding into my lap. Her soft, delicate fingers found my throbbing hard cock, and she slowly and teasingly started to stroke me through my pants.

I growled.

“Careful,” I hissed, my body tensing and my cock straining for release against her hand.

“Why?” she purred back, her voice thick with lust. She was teasing me.

Tempting me.

“You want to be dangerous, little girl?” I growled back.

Colette whimpered.

“Yes.”

“You want to play dangerous with me?”

She nodded quickly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Yes.”

I groaned as I let go of the last of my resolve.

“Take my cock out.”

Colette gasped at my coarse, filthy words — something I’d found that I loved hearing. I loved the little sounds she made when my words lit something inside of her. I loved the sound her hidden, dirty side made when I woke it.

Her hand tugged at my zipper eagerly, pulling it down, undoing my belt buckle, and pulling my pants wide open. She reached inside, her soft little fingers wrapping around my thick shaft and making me hiss in pleasure as she slowly pulled me free. I groaned, and Colette gasped quietly as she slowly began to pump her hand up and down my girth, stroking my cock so sweetly and making my balls tingle and my toes curl.

“Eyes on the road, mister,” she whispered into my ear, leaning over and letting her teeth graze my earlobe as she jerked my big cock.

Fuck, I’d awakened a monster.

I groaned, one hand gripping the wheel tight as the other slid back between her legs. I curled a finger inside her dripping wet pussy, making her gasp into my ear as her hand tightened on my cock.

But I needed more. Now.

I pulled my hand away from her and slowly eased the driver’s seat back from the wheel before I turned to her.

“Come here, Princess,” I purred, grinning hungrily at her. “Come here and sit on my lap.”

She arched a brow. “What, here?”

“Yes.”

“In the car?”

“You want to be a bad girl?”

I was teasing her, and pushing her, and seeing how far she would take this.

“Get over there, naughty girl.”

Her seatbelt unclipped sharply, and I growled.

Fuck this girl was amazing. Here I was trying to see where her limit was and she was calling my bluff right back. She moved quickly, sliding over into me, swinging a leg over my lap and settling down against me, facing the road with her back to my chest.

I groaned, nuzzling her neck as my hand slid up her thigh to stroke a finger through her slick lips.

My foot pushed at the gas pedal, and the Charger lurched forward.

Colette gasped. “Rourke!”

But she whimpered as I toyed with her clit, rubbing it in slow circles, her pussy leaking her honey all over my cock. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking it and making it slick with her wetness before I growled into her neck and eased my cock against her pussy.

She moaned.

I stroked my cock against her bare pussy, her sweet, puffy lips teasing me like little feather kisses across my dick. I stroked faster, feeling how sticky and wet she was, and using my swollen head to tease her clit. I moved my hand to hers, taking it and bringing it to my cock.

“Rub that little clit against my cock, Princess. I want you to play with that sweet little pussy using my cock, and I want to feel you come all over my fucking balls.”

Colette cried out, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and whimpering as she started to stroke me against her pussy. Her hips rocked against me, letting the little nub of her clit rub up and down my shaft and bump over the swollen head. Her slippery little pussy coated my cock and her fingers with her sweetness as she bucked her hips against me and sank into my chest.

Fuck did I want her. I wanted to bury every damn inch of my cock inside of her and claim her innocence right there on the road going ninety miles an hour.

Soon, I told myself. Soon, I’d feel my cock slide balls-deep in her tight, velvety little cunt.

Colette stroked me faster and faster, moaning louder and louder as she rubbed her clit against my cock. The car thundered forward, accelerating faster and faster the closer we both got. She whimpered, moaning loudly in the car as she rolled her hips against my cock, her little clit rubbing over my crown again and again as her juices coated my balls.

I growled into her neck, my eyes on the road as I sucked her skin between my teeth, knowing I’d be leaving a mark for the whole world to see. My hand slid up the front of her dress, loosening the ribbons at the front until I could yank it down over her breast. She gasped, throwing her head back into me as my hand cupped her soft, full tits, my fingers pinching her nipples as she rocked her hips against my thick, pulsing erection.

“I— I’m going to come!” she moaned, her hand jerking my cock faster and faster as she ground her little clit against the head.

“Are you asking for permission, Princess?” I groaned into her neck, my fingers twisting her nipple and my cock freely pumping pre-cum all over her pussy.

“Yes!” she gasped, her breath staggered and her body trembling against me.

“Please, can I come?”

She whimpered the words so fucking sweetly, and yet made them sound so fucking dirty that I suddenly knew neither of us would be able to hold on any longer.

“Come for me, Princess,” I rasped into ear. “I want to feel that candy-sweet cum of yours coat every inch my cock and drip down my balls. I want you to make that little pussy come all over my cock right now.”

Colette screamed, I roared, and the car thundered past the hundred miles per hour mark as the orgasm slammed into her. She bucked hard against me, and when I felt her pussy flood my cock with her sweet cream, I fucking lost it. My balls pulsed, and my cock lurched in her little hand as thick cum erupted from the swollen head. I roared as thick ropes of my cum splattered across her belly and her pussy, running down her thighs and making a mess of her as we came together.

I let my foot off the gas, letting the car slow to a less suicidal speed as her small body melted against mine. My pulse roared like the engine, my cock still throbbing against her soft, silken pussy as we slowly came down from the high of our climax.

I reached between us, and Colette whimpered as my fingers slid over her messy pussy, smearing my cum and hers over her lips and rubbing it into her clit as she moaned for me.

“I want my cum all over you,” I growled into her ear. “I want it on your skin, soaking into your pussy all night.”

Colette turned and kissed my cheek softly, and even if my eyes were on the road ahead of us, keeping us alive, I could still see the glow on her face and the grin stretching those soft lips wide.

How the hell had I gotten this girl again?

I mean, I’d paid for her, in a sense. I’d given a small fortune to her mother for her hand. But all that guaranteed me was her hand in marriage. It never meant I’d get her — the real her. In fact, by all rights, it should have walled her off from me. It should have turned her against me.

By all rights, a man like myself should have been concerned about business and business only, in which case, a trophy wife, bought and paid for like that would have been fine.

But damn what we should have been. Damn what should have happened. Instead, something had clicked. Something had sparked with Colette and me, and ignited into something I’m not sure I’d ever have thought I’d find in my life.

…And I knew I’d never let that get away from me.

****

Twenty minutes and a border crossing later, we were being waved through the front gates of King Lucian’s palace. I caught a glimpse of a few faces I knew from various business dealings. The Charming brothers, the twin princes of Marland, who’d I’d helped broker mineral deposit rights for, were outside on the lawn, and I nodded brusquely at Caspian and his brother Cade, who caught my eye and nodded back. Prince Magnus, of Zale, was with them, who’d been an early investor in one of my drilling startups. And of course, Logan, the prince of Torsund where I kept my primary residence, was there as well, the four of them walking together to the front steps of the palace.

Perhaps even these notoriously bachelor princes would find their own princesses that night. As I had.

I helped Colette from the car, her face still glowing, but her hair back up in its elaborate twists and curls. She grinned at me, and when she gave me this sweet, soft little kiss, I was lost.

Here we both were, looking polished and proper and respectable, with no one knowing what we’d just done in the car ride over. And here was my fiancée, looking every inch the gorgeous, perfect, poised princess. But only I knew that she had my cum all over her pussy lips, soaking into her skin.

Only I knew what a dirty girl she really was.

I wanted her then more than I ever had, and the blood burned fiercely in my veins. “Soon” couldn’t fucking come fast enough, and I think we both felt it. We’d do this ball. We’d show the world that Colette was being married off “grandly.”

…And then I’d marry her.

Then, I’d take her to our marriage bed, spread her pretty legs, and bury my aching cock to the hilt in her sweet, tight little pussy.

But first the suitors’ ball…