Stealing Beauty

  My hands found the edge of her chiffon dress, and I yanked it up her thighs, making her gasp. My eyes traveled up to her garters, up higher as I pushed the dress over her ass.

  My eyes landed on the little, dark, wet spot there in the middle of her panties.

  I roared inside and stroked my cock through my tux pants.

  I could fucking smell her — her sweet scent, her desire, her need for this. My mouth watered as I pushed that dress the rest of the way up and grabbed her ass. She whimpered as I pulled her back, arching her back as my lips found the backs of her thighs.

  “Oh, Prince,” she cooed.

  I growled as I let my teeth graze her skin. I pushed her legs apart, eyes locked on that little spot growing damp on her panties. I leaned in, inhaling her scent, my head spinning. She moaned, loudly, and that was it.

  I moved my mouth forward, and covered that wet spot with my lips.

  Isla moaned, arching her back as my mouth pressed against her sweet little virgin pussy through her panties, I groaned as I pushed my tongue against her through the cotton, tasting more of her sweetness, sucking on her panties and feeling my cock about to tear a fucking hole in my tux.

  I needed more.

  I reached up, and she gasped as I grabbed hold of her panties, and ripped them right off of her body. I growled at the bare, slick, pink pussy bent over for me. My jaw clenched, my hands tightened on her ass, pulling her back towards me.

  The beast inside roared, and I dove in.

  She cried out as my tongue dragged over her slit, pushing deep as I growled and tried to drink every drop of her. Her cute little ass fit into both of my large palms, and I held it fast, pulling her into me and spreading her wide as I tongued her tight little pussy for all it was worth.

  I dragged my tongue higher, loving the way she squealed and almost tried to pull away from me when I pushed my tongue against that tight, puckered little asshole of hers.

  “Oh, God—” She arched her back, almost pulling away. But I held her fast, pushing my tongue wetly against her ass and teasing her clit with my thumb as she trembled for me.

  I dove back down to her pussy, my tongue curling over her clit and making her gasp as I pushed her higher and higher, feeling her slick juices trickle down my chin.

  I stood suddenly, my whole body on fire as I loosened my pants. I knew I couldn’t fuck her — not yet, or at least certainly not like this. But goddamn I needed to feel her.

  She gasped as I scooped her up, her back against my chest, one arm under her knees, the other over her chest. I cupped her jaw, turning her head to claim that mouth and let her taste her own sweet juices. She whimpered, kissing me right back as I strode across the terrace to one of the benches overlooking the gardens below. I pushed the front of her dress down, exposing her breasts and those fucking perfect nipples to my fingers as she moaned into my lips.

  I sat on the bench, her back still to my chest and her legs spread wide on either side of my legs. I growled into her neck, yanking her dress up until her tight little pussy was bared to my gaze as I hungrily looked over her shoulder. She was so small compared to me, so tiny against my huge form.

  I teased her nipples with one hand as I dipped one between her thighs. She cried out as I found her dripping slit, running a big finger up and down her tight opening and teasing her clit before I slowly began to push inside. She moaned deeply, trembling against me as my finger parted her slick folds, inching inside her impossibly tight little cunt. I curled my finger up, stroking her as I rolled her clit with my thumb, my mouth sucking and biting at her neck.

  I dropped my hand from her breast to my fly, finishing unzipping it. I could feel her tremble, gasping as she looked down to what I was doing.

  “Are you going to—”

  “No, Princess,” I purred. “Not here.”

  The zipper pulled down, and I reached inside.

  “You’ve heard the rumors.”

  She whimpered.

  “And do you believe them?”

  Isla moaned as I stroked my finger in and out of her pussy.

  “Should I?” she husked.

  “This one, you should.”

  I pulled my cock out, and I swear I could feel her pussy tighten on my finger.

  “Oh. My. God,” she barely whispered.

  I grinned, fisting my thick, pulsing cock. I started to finger her again, loving the way she whined those moans out. I began to stroke myself in time with my finger in her slit, letting my cock throb hot against her thigh. Isla whimpered, panting as I teased her clit with my thumb.

  The beast started to take over.

  I let go of my cock and reached for one of her hands. Slowly, I brought it down, and she trembled as I wrapped her fingers around my dick. Her little hand barely got halfway around it, and she whimpered so sweetly I almost wanted to just take her right there.

  But no, patience.

  This creature was making me feel things I hadn’t felt in four years. I’d never been one to think there was “the one” out there, but she had to be it. I’d known it the second I walked into the ballroom that evening and laid eyes on her. This princess was it for me, and I knew it. I also knew that I’d be damned if was just going to fuck her out here during her father’s party like some cheap date.

  When I fucked her — and I would fuck her — I’d do it in a bed. I’d take my time. I’d make her come until she couldn’t stand it. I’d make her mine, but not out here like this.

  …Just the same, that didn’t mean I was done with her.

  7

  Isla

  My hands trembled as I stroked his cock — the first cock I’d ever touched and it was massive. It had to be a foot long and easily as thick as my wrists.

  I mean, I had slender wrists, but still.

  He pulsed like hot steel under my fingers, so soft and so hard at the same time. He growled into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as he played with my pussy.

  This was certainly a night of firsts, that’s for sure.

  His finger curled deep inside, stroking in and out. God his finger was so thick — stretching me like that. I stroked his cock and stared at it, my eyes wide. I couldn’t even imagine getting that inside of me! I also couldn’t imagine I was actually doing this, sitting here on a terrace of my father’s palace, on the lap of a beast of man, notorious for being dangerous.

  …Stroking his huge cock while he played with my body.

  I brought a second hand to his shaft, slipping it up and down lightly. I squeezed a little tighter and he groaned.

  “Just like that, Princess.”

  I could feel my pulse racing, my whole body tingling as he rolled my clit in circles. I could feel him growling, his guttural, manly sounds making me wetter and more tingly all over. My head spun at the feel of him at my back, his thick chest pressed to me, his powerful arms surrounding me, his wicked fingers pushing me higher and higher.

  He reached down, shoving his pants father down and freeing the rest of his cock and his heavy balls from them. I could feel him start to push a second finger against me, and I whimpered.

  “I don’t— oh God — I don’t think it’ll fit!“

  But slowly, ever so slowly, he eased a second finger inside, making me gasp in pleasure and the feeling of being so full! He pushed them in and out slowly, my juices running freely down his fingers as he started to pump them faster and faster, fucking me with his hands.

  I stroked his shaft faster and faster, his enormous cock pushing up between my legs, past my little pussy, and all the way to my belly button. My dress was bunched up high, and I stroked him against my bare skin, shivering and moaning at the filthiness of all of this.

  His fingers moved faster, and pushed in deeper, and I could feel myself start to tense, starting to get tingly all over. His fingers were relentless, curling deeper and pushing at just the right part inside to make me start to shake and tremble.

  His thumb rolled over my clit, and suddenly, I felt myself let go.


  I started to scream, but he turned my head and covered my mouth with his, kissing me and swallowing my cries. My tiny body exploded for him, flooding his fingers with my cream as all of me shook and tightened with the force of the orgasm.

  I panted, sucking in air as I felt his huge cock throb in my hand. Still whimpering from the feeling he’d just given me, I started pumping again.

  He groaned.

  “Just like that, little Princess. You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”

  I bit my lip, only stroking him faster.

  “Do you know what that means?”

  I whimpered, biting my lip and nodding as I stared at the enormous cock in my hands. He growled, his hands moving low to grab my ass. I gasped as he moved me forward, until my pussy was right against the top part of his shaft! He started to move his hips, cupping my ass and grinding against me, and I could feel this big dick rubbing right in between my lips.

  I felt my head spin, my small hands pumping his monster of a cock. I could feel my clit rubbing up and down his shaft, could feel myself start to fall all over again.

  “Make me come, little Princess,” he growled fiercely into my ear, his words a snarling sound that made me whimper and start to fall over that edge again.

  “Make me come all over you.”

  I bit down hard on my lip to stifle the cry as I came again, drenching his cock in my juices as I jerked my hands up and down his throbbing shaft. He roared, like an animal behind me, and suddenly, his cock grew even thicker and bigger. Suddenly, it began to throb in my hands. I gasped as thick ropes of white cum spurted from the fat head, splashing across my belly and running in sticky streams down my thighs and over my pussy. I cried out, an aftershock rattling through me as I came again, feeling his come pulse and splash against my skin again and again.

  I sank into him, panting and feeling his thickly muscled arms circle around me, holding me close.

  “That was—” he growled. “Isla, that was fucking incredible.”

  I smiled weakly, my head still spinning and my body still trembling.

  “It was okay?”

  “It was beyond okay,” he whispered into my ear. “It was beyond anything.”

  I smiled, turning to look at him. He kissed me again, hard, powerfully, making me feel like I was floating through space as I just lost myself in that kiss.

  “I think I like making you come like that.”

  I grinned bashfully, my cheeks flushed. “That was very…new.”

  “And?”

  “And wonderful,” I panted.

  His cock twitched against me once more.

  “You’re mine now, Princess,” he growled. His hand slid between my legs, and I gasped as I felt his finger trail up my sticky pussy before pulling away. He brought his finger up towards my face, and my eyes went as I realized it was slick with his cum and mine.

  “Open wide, beautiful,” he growled.

  I hesitated one second.

  “Open your mouth, Princess.”

  I shivered, the arousal spiking through me once again at just how turned on he made me with that commanding tone. I slowly opened my mouth and sucked his finger inside, closing my lips, swirling my tongue, and tasting his cum.

  “You’re mine, Princess,” he growled. “All mine.”

  8

  Logan

  It took us a second to figure out what the fuck the buzzing sound was, before I realized it was my cell phone, tucked into my discarded tux jacket.

  Isla was still curled in my arms, her hand tracing my muscles and her lithe little body so warm against mine, and I scowled at the distraction of the phone. My teeth gritted, and the red anger came bubbling back up.

  Fuck.

  For one fucking second, I was pretty sure I’d been cured. For one moment, with her, laying in the afterglow of that moment of making her come and spurting my seed cross her belly, I’d been me again. No rage, no anger, no beast lingering beneath the surface. The phone brought him back though. The distraction killing whatever break in the clouds I was starting to see.

  I almost tossed the fucking thing over the railing, when I noticed who was calling.

  Cade.

  “What,” I snarled.

  “Logan.”

  “Yes?” I hissed.

  “Your presence is missed, my friend,” he said, his voice low and measured.

  “Deal with it. I’ll catch up with you later—”

  “Your disappearance has been noticed,” he hissed. “As has Princess Isla’s.”

  My jaw tightened.

  “Logan.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Have you doe something supremely stupid?”

  “How much time do I have?”

  I could hear Cade swear under his breath. “They may or may not be going room to room at this very moment.”

  Fuck

  “I’ll meet you by the main entrance in ten.”

  I could hear my friend blowing air through his lips. “Lucian isn’t the forging type, buddy. If you’ve been screwing around with his daughter and just trying to get your dick wet—”

  “It’s nothing like that,” I roared, startling Isla almost off my lap. I quickly locked eyes with her, my arm holding her tight. “Sorry,” I whispered into her ear.

  She just smiled. And again, that light came through the clouds.

  “Get moving, Logan,” Cade hissed. The line went dead.

  “Isla.”

  I met her eye. “We have to move, now.”

  “What’s going on?”

  “Your father’s guards are looking for you.”

  Her eyes went wide, the color leaving her cheeks.

  “For us actually.”

  “Oh my God!”

  She stood, quickly, trying to straighten her dress. I hated that this was ending this way. Hell, I hated that this was ending at all, actually. But I knew the reality. If I was caught out here with her, like that?

  I’d be leaving in a bag, without my cock, I was betting.

  I yanked my pants on and glanced over the railing. Two stories. Fuck it. I turned and suddenly grabbed her, pulled her against me, and kissed her.

  Hard.

  I kissed her with fucking everything, melting into that damn kiss like it was my last breath of air.

  “Stay here,” I said urgently. “If they find you, just tell them—”

  “I was just getting some fresh air.” She said it coyly. “Dad knows I hate dances.”

  “You hate dances, huh?”

  “This one’s seriously turning my opinion.”

  I grinned, kissing her again and holding her little body against mine.

  “I’m not done with you.”

  She blushed, her eyes wide as she nodded and looked up into my gaze. “Good.”

  “Tomorrow,” I growled. “Fuck, no, tonight. Put a green light in your bedroom window or something and I’ll climb up and—”

  “It’s at the top of the west tower,” she said with a wincing look. “Trust me, you’re not climbing that.”

  I growled.

  Suddenly we could hear a door banging open nearby, and voices barking her name on a neighboring terrace.

  Shit.

  “You should go,” she whispered.

  “I will see you again,” I said tightly my eyes fiercely burning into hers. “And soon.”

  “I know you will,” she breathed.

  “Remember, Princess.”

  I swung a leg over the side of the balcony and grabbed ahold of the ivy.

  “You’re mine.”

  I grabbed her, kissing her. “These lips are mine.”

  “All yours,” she whispered.

  “This,” she gasped as I cupped her pussy through her dress, making her whimper.

  “This is mine.”

  “Yes,” she husked.

  “Soon, Princess Isla.”

  There was a bang on the door, and with that, I was gone — over the edge, hand-over-hand and half jumping down the two stories
to the ground. I was just behind the hedge as a light shone down, my pulse pounding.

  Not from almost getting caught

  From leaving her.

  “The fuck were you,” Cade hissed, stepping down the front steps of the main palace entrance to meet me.

  I nodded subtly at the two guards standing post at the bottom of the stairs before shrugging.

  “Just came out for some air and a smoke,” I said casually, ignoring the fact that my bow tie was gone somewhere and my shirt was half untucked.

  “You don’t smoke,” Cade muttered as he approached. He glanced sideways at the guards. “They see you leave, buddy?” he growled lowly so only I could hear.

  “Leave it,” I hissed back.

  My eyes suddenly dropped to the collar of his shirt, and I smirked.

  “You fucking hypocrite.”

  His eyes narrowed. “What?”

  “What is you’ve got some of her lipstick on your fucking collar, dick. Whoever her might be.”

  He stiffened.

  I liked busting one of the Charmings doing something bad. It reminded me they weren’t actually Ken dolls. It also was fun as shit to witness that took on their faces when you caught them with their hands in the cookie jar.

  “Leave it,” he growled.

  I chuckled.

  “Well, at least you’re laughing now.”

  I smiled. “Indeed I am.”

  “We should go back inside. C’mon, the ball is still going.”

  I eyed him. “We should get the fuck out of here, believe me.”

  He scowled. “No, we shouldn’t, because it looks guilty.” He raised a brow at me. “Not like you’ve got anything to be guilty about since you were just out here enjoying the wonderful Avlion night air.”

  I sighed.

  “We go back inside, we mention that you were out here smoking or whatever. It looks better.”

  “Fine, you’re the good boy.”

  He frowned, and I eyed his collar again with a smirk.