Chapter 28

Vivienne

All of the entertainment talk shows named our wedding kiss one of the greatest kisses of all time.

Admittedly, I wasn’t totally sold on the idea of having our wedding televised live—too much opportunity for wardrobe malfunctions and misspoken vows for my taste.

As soon as the clip of David passionately sticking his tongue down my throat started airing on the likes of Entertainment Tonight and The View, I only felt more vindicated in my reservations—but, alas, by that time it was too damn late.

Luckily, once the YouTube videos playing our kiss in a perfect twelve-hour long loop started popping up, I was officially desensitized to the entire thing. The way I figure, if horny preteens want to watch David and I making out before his family, country, church, and God for twelve hours straight, then the ladies of The View must be right—it was one hell of a kiss.

It felt like it, too.

One of the many benefits of being David’s bride and Queen is that I get to relive that same kiss over and over again every day for the rest of my life.

Best of all, now that the cameras are off…those kisses aren’t just limited to one set of my lips, either, if you know what I mean.

“Glass of champagne, my Queen?” David lowers me onto the bed and steals a few more kisses for good measure.

Ever since the wedding, we’ve barely been able to keep our lips off each other.

“Mm. You’re sweet, darling, but I think I’m thirsty for something a little…creamier. Saltier, too.”

I shift my hips beneath him and, easily convinced, David slides between my spread thighs.

Christ. He’s already hard. Before David, I’d never felt a man get so big and so hard so fast in my entire fucking life.

It’s a wonder that he doesn’t make himself pass out from pumping that much blood to his cock so fucking quickly.

But David is a wonder—in more ways than one, as it turns out.

“You know, it’s funny,” he ponders aloud as he nibbles on my collarbone. “You turned down champagne at the wedding reception as well.”

“I must not have been in the mood,” I purr, running my fingers through his hair.

“For all the time I’ve known you, you’ve never not been in the mood, love,” he points out. “You’ve been skipping wine at dinner, too.”

I narrow my eyes at him playfully. “If you’re so concerned about drinking habits, maybe you should, ah…”

I wiggle my hips suggestively beneath him, and his face lights up at the invitation.

“Drink from your chalice?”

Just like that, my skirt is on the fucking floor, and David is laying royal kisses on my pussy.

I have to admit...for someone who started out with so few social graces, he’s really come into his own when it comes to, well...making me come mostly.

Not that I’m complaining, of course. I knew that becoming David’s Queen would grant me a throne. I should have guessed that with a sex drive like his, more often than not, that throne would be his gorgeous face.

“Why don’t I do you one better?” he growls, laying a long, lingering lick on my pussy, from bottom to top. “I told you once that I intended to breed you, Vivienne…”

I smile down at him, pressing my lips tightly together like I’m trying to hold in a secret…because that’s exactly what I’m doing.

“Give me an heir,” he commands, looking lustful and passionate as ever. “And stop smirking like that.”

“Smirking like what?”

“Like you know something that I don’t.” David sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of my inner thigh, making me squeal and hiss in desire and delight.

Well…I suppose I couldn’t have hidden it for much longer anyway.

Our wedding kiss was incredible—but the talk shows are going to need new material soon anyway.

“I’m already pregnant,” I admit, licking my lips and pulling him on top of me. “Your little stint in the ballroom, I think—oh!”

As fast as David is at getting me out of my clothes, when it comes to getting his cock out, he’s even faster. His cock presses against the warm wetness of my pussy, threatening to enter me any moment and letting me relive those gorgeous hours on his ballroom floor all over again.

“My Queen,” he growls, just like the beast he is.

“My King,” I purr back. “You won’t get me more pregnant by giving me an encore, you know.”

“Shame,” he teases, kissing the corners of my lips. “But now that my kingly duties have been fulfilled…I can focus on my husbandly duties instead.”

His cock presses into me, stiff and throbbing and already soaked with his precum and my honey—just an inch.

I fucking whimper.

Just an inch. My husband—and my King—is just that fucking good.

“What…ohhh. Fuck. What might those entail?”

Another inch. My fingernails press into the back of his neck while I clutch at the sheets with my free hand—silken, luxurious, and fit for a King, just as promised.

“Making you come, first off,” David says with a chuckle—obviously amused at how well my body is responding to even just a few of his ample inches. “Then…hmm. It depends on what my wife desires, I suppose.”

“Darling,” I say with a grin, stealing another inch of him with a rough buck of my hips. “You’ve given me your love…your child... your throne…what more could I ask for?”

“Nine more inches, for starters.”

David grins like the cocky, arrogant madman he is and thrusts inside me, hard and deep, hilting the royal man meat into my pussy and making me moan like a fucking whore.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

“Oh, I’ll get to that next,” David says with a laugh, pressing a conquering kiss against my lips. “Don’t you worry about that.”

He moves inside me, more gently than maybe he would have before—there is, after all, a baby on board, so to speak.

But when it comes to ruling over my body, my pleasure and most of all, my orgasms, David has always been—and always will be—every bit the King that his title declares him to be.

And as far as crowning achievements go…becoming Queen of his country might look nice on my resume, but my real pride is becoming Queen of his heart.

So, as all twelve inches of my husband’s cock go to work on my pussy, I can’t help thinking that this happily ever after is about to get a lot happier.

You know what they say…

Long live the King.