He dragged his tongue over me once more, before he pulled back, his eyes dragging over my body to meet mine.
“And now, beautiful,” he murmured, moving up to kiss me fiercely. I could taste my sweetness on his lips and tongue, and I hungrily kissed him back as I arched my hips to meet his.
“And now, I’ll make you mine,” he growled onto my lips.
I gasped as he spun us, rolling onto his back with me perched on his lap, legs spread on either side of his hips. His thick cock throbbed between us, standing rock hard and trembling against my stomach, reaching past my belly button. I panted as I looked down, wetting my lips as I reached down to wrap a hand around him.
“I want you on top, so you can control how we do this,” he groaned as I stroked him. “I don’t trust myself not to just bury every inch inside of you if I’m on top.”
I whimpered. “I want you to give me all of it.”
“And I will,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “But slow at first. I won’t hurt you on our wedding night.”
His hands found my hips, raising me up. I shivered as I felt his head slip against my opening, pressing right against me there. Slowly, panting, I began to lower myself, letting his thick, velvety head slip through my lips and start to ease inside. I gasped, feeling his head stretch me more than I’d ever felt, shivering in delicious pleasure as I felt him start to slip further inside.
“Oh my God,” I gasped. Magnus growled, his hands tightening on my hips and his cock throbbing harder than ever as I slowly lowered myself. I sank further down, my eyes rolling back in my head as I just kept taking more, and more, and even more of his glorious, enormous cock. My mouth opened in a silent scream as he grabbed my hips, gritted his teeth, and pulled me down the last few inches, until all of him was buried to the hilt inside of me.
Holy. Shit.
I gasped for air, my whole world spinning at the intensity of the pleasure rolling through my body. My pussy clenched at his thick girth, my whole body tingling and shivering at the sensation of being so filled like that!
“Mine,” he growled, leaning up, slipping a hand into my hair, and pulling me down to his mouth. He kissed me fiercely, his cock throbbing inside of me.
“Yours,” I gasped, shivering in pleasure as I slowly rocked my hips on him, feeling him pulsing so hard inside.
“And now, my queen,” he purred. “Now I want you to bounce that sweet little pussy up and down every inch of my big cock until your honey drips from my balls.” His lips moved to my ear, making me gasp as his teeth grazed my skin.
“I want you to fuck this cock until you scream,” he growled, making me moan. “I want to feel my queen’s pussy cum all over my cock, and then I’m really going to fuck you.”
With a small cry, I rose up on his shaft, whimpering as I felt my lips gripping at his thickness, and I kept going, gasping, until I could feel just the head inside. I panted, taking a small breath, before I slowly sank all the way back down, feeling every damn royal inch of him fill me.
His hands grabbed my ass tightly, fingers digging into my skin as I started to slide up and down, slowly bouncing on his cock and letting the pleasure roll through me. Magnus eased back against the headboard, hands still on my ass as I started to ride him. I moaned loudly, my hands on his chest, fingers clawing at his skin as I raised my ass up and down, letting his cock sheath inside of me again and again.
We started to move faster, my tight pussy gripping his slippery, throbbing shaft tighter and tighter. My moans filled the room, mingling with his masculine groans and the wet sounds of our bodies coming together.
I moved faster, my eyes closing and my hair tumbling around my face as I just started to ride him, I yelped as I felt his palm connect with my ass with a spanking slap. The pleasure flooded through me as the heat from him spanking me tingled over my skin.
“Ride that fat cock, Princess,” he groaned, his palm coming down to spank my ass again. I cried out in pleasure, squealing and moaning for him as I started to bounce up and down every damn inch of him. He speared into me again and again, his balls slapping against my ass and my clit dragging over his thick shaft. His hands slid up my body, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples as he started to buck his hips up to meet mine, slamming his huge cock into me again and again.
The room spun, my pulse thundered in my ears, and I could feel my whole body start to shatter. I was going to cum riding my husband’s big dick, and that thought alone pushed me even higher.
“I want you to cum for me, Imogen,” he growled, his cock thrusting in and out of me as the moans tumbled from my lips. “Cum on my big cock, Princess,” he hissed. “Your pussy is mine, and I want to feel it cum, right now.”
He thrust in deep just as I sank down on him, his fingers rolled my nipples, and my clit ground against him.
And I shattered.
I screamed as I came, my whole body erupting in fire and pleasure as I went to pieces on him. He kept thrusting, his hand holding me tight as his glorious cock drove in and out of me, carrying me from one climax to another, making me scream his name until I was sure I was going to pass out from the pleasure.
Slowly, he let me down, and I collapsed onto his chest with a slow, contented moan. I panted into his skin, feeling his strong powerful arms wrap tight around me.
“And now you’re mine, my queen,” he purred into my ear.
“I was yours from the second I walked into that room,” I whispered back.
I felt him grin.
“I know.”
I giggled, rolling my eyes as I pulled away to look him in the eye. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a little cocky?”
He shrugged. “Nope, never heard that one.”
He grinned, winking at me.
“You’ve got quite the big ego, my love,” I whispered, biting my lip.
“The word you’re looking for is cock, Princess.”
I laughed, but then suddenly gasped as he quickly spun us over. I moaned as his hand pinned mine to the bed above my head, his cock still buried inside of me.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled as he slowly withdrew until just the head was nestled inside.
“I would hope you’re never done with me,” I whimpered.
“And I never will be,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me. “I love you, Imogen.”
I melted.
“I love you too— oooh.”
I cried out as his hips rocked forward, driving every single inch of him into me. His hands tightened in mine, pinning them above my head as he began to roll his hips. His muscled, toned, perfect body rippled above me as his mouth claimed my lips. His cock drove into me again and again, every throbbing inch of him spreading me wide and filling me to the brim. His balls, heavy with his cum, slapped against my ass, and his growls mixed with my moans as our lips seared together.
My legs were spread wide around his muscled hips, my feet up in the air as Magnus began to fuck me. His thrusts were relentless, his hips a rolling blur as he pumped his big dick in and out of me again and again, driving me right to that edge again.
I wasn’t on the pill, and he sure as hell wasn’t wearing a condom. Knowing that I very well could get pregnant that night, on our wedding night, only turned me on even more — only got my blood pumping hotter. Knowing that forty weeks from that very night, I could birth him an heir, had me gasping and clawing at my sanity as another orgasm threatened to pull me under.
His strong hands moved to clasp me around the waist, gripping me tight as he drove every inch of himself in and out of my trembling body. My hands went around his neck, holding him tight as my whimpering moans filled the room. We moved faster, and faster, our bodies crashing together again and again, until I knew I was going to go screaming over that edge again.
Magnus groaned above me, muscles straining and rippling as he brought his lips crashing into mine.
“I’m going to cum, my queen,” he growled. “I’m going to cum and I’m going to fill this tight l
ittle pussy up to the brim with every damn drop of my seed.”
I cried out, whimpering at his words and wanting everything he had to give me so badly. I was so close, my body shivering in ecstasy and rippling with pleasure as he drove into me again and again, his thick girth rubbing my clit on every thrust. His hands slid down to grab my ass possessively as he thrust his cock balls-deep inside of me, and suddenly, it hit me like lightening.
I screamed his name as I came, the orgasm shattering through me. My king — my husband, my love — roared above me, his hips crashing into mine and his lips hungrily seeking mine as his whole body tightened.
I cried out, shaking in the throes of my climax as I felt his cock swell up huge inside of me, before suddenly, I felt it. I moaned, rocking my hips against him as I felt rope after rope of his hot seed fill me up. I squeezed my eyes shut, my arms tightening around him as the second climax thundered through me. Magnus’s hands gripped me tight, his mouth buried in my neck as we slowly came down, slowing to a stop as we panted against each other.
“So, that’s what I’ve been missing out on,” I panted, giggling as he laughed into my skin.
“Tip of the iceberg, I can promise you, beautiful,” he growled.
“That felt like a whole lot more than just the tip.”
He pulled back, grinning hungrily at me.
“I want more,” I whispered, shivering at the way his eyes burned fiercely into mine. I could feel his cock throb inside of me, staying rock hard as he slowly began to grind into me.
He suddenly pulled out of me, and I giggled as he flipped me over, before moaning as I felt him move up behind me, his knee spreading my thighs. His cock pulsed hot against my pussy, dragging over my lips and making me shiver in anticipation as he leaned over me, his mouth by my ear.
“As if I would ever deny my queen,” he purred, his hands tightening on my body again as his cock started to ease inside.
“Do you think I’m— oh,” I gasped as I felt him ease inside, his cock pushing his cum even deeper. “Do you think it took?”
He groaned, knowing what I was talking about.
A child. An heir.
Magnus growled, hands tightening on my ass as his infamous cock began to fill me to the brim.
“Only one way to make sure, Princess,” he husked into my ear.
“Make me yours,” I whispered back.
“You always were, my love,” he groaned, sliding in deep and making me cry out.
“I just had to steal you away to make you see it.”
The End
Sharing Beauty
Sharing Beauty
Twice the Prince Charming, twice the happy ever after. Right?
They’re rich, gorgeous, and dominantly possessive. Their name is Charming, and they’re actual, honest-to-goodness royal princes.
Oh, and they’re twins.
It’s every princess’s fantasy to think about finding her prince charming, but what happens when she finds two of them? Literally.
They both want me. And they’ve made it perfectly clear that they come as a package deal. Two mouths. Four demanding, powerful hands. Two huge -uh- crown jewels?
“Scandalous” doesn’t even begin to cover what the tabloids would say about this.
I was burned one time before, but maybe “one” is my problem. Maybe it takes twice the man, or men, to make this fairytale complete?
Maybe I’m about to take on more trouble than I know what to do with, and maybe I’ll just end up getting royally screwed.
No, scratch that. I’m definitely about to get royally screwed…
*Please note that each of the Possessing Beauty books are completely standalone stories centered around one couple, with no cliffhangers.
Sharing Beauty is a quicky modern fairytale involving two utterly obsessed alpha heroes and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to keep you up far past your bedtime. This mfm romance is all about her – no m/m. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!
Copyright © 2017 Madison Faye
All rights reserved.
Editing: Sennah Tate
Cover: Coverlüv
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review purposes.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
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Ilana
Isla gasped sharply as my hands pulled tight on the ties at the back of her dress.
“You did that on purpose!”
I smirked, wagging my brows at her.
“A little.”
Call it payback for the rough love she’d shown my hair twenty minutes before. Now, granted, I had a lot of hair, but she’d downright manhandled it into the elaborate twists and piles currently sitting atop my hair. My scalp was still smarting, but I had to admit, the long, golden locks held in place by an army of bobby pins, and of course my tiara, did look gorgeous.
My littlest sister stuck her tongue out at me in the mirror as I finished lacing up the back of her gown and stood back.
“Well, you can thank me now, because you look hot.”
I stood next to her in the big, gilded mirror, both of us decked out to the nines for the evening — for the suitor’s ball, of course. Our father, King Lucian, regent of Avlion, had finally decided it was high time for his three daughters to start finding proper suitors. In keeping with tradition, he’d set up a “suitor’s ball,” inviting single and eligible princes and princesses from all around the various kingdoms and countries together for a night of gowns, tuxedos, string quartets, and ballroom dancing.
Think of it like a themed prom, I guess.
The whole thing was “so incredibly dated and old fashioned!” as Isla kept reminding me. She wasn’t wrong, either. I mean, considering we lived in the twenty-first century, with iPhones, and social media, and Instagram and all that, it was pretty old-fashioned to throw a ball in order for younger royalty to dress up and mingle.
I think part of us knew it’d be fun to dress up and dance the night away with some handsome princes. But that hadn’t stopped all three of us from grumbling about this whole ball thing for weeks. Isla and Imogen bitched about it because it was old fashioned and antiquated. I just knew it was going to be dumb and pointless.
The thing was, I kind of liked old-fashioned. Our mother, Queen Jessica, had always told me I’d been born in the wrong century — that I was an old soul meant for another time. She said this out of love, smiling at me when I was younger and nuzzling my cheek as I demanded to know why we couldn’t travel by carriage to various functions like princesses in the movies did, rather than a helicopter.
It was why I think I’d had less of a problem with our father’s whole “no dating” thing than my younger sisters. Yes, it was maybe a little silly that now was the first time we were going to be allowed to actively seek out members of the opposite sex, with my being twenty-one, Imogen twenty, and Isla recently eighteen. And yes, maybe Dad was a little old-fashioned too, but I knew it came from a place of love, and that he just wanted the best for us.
Trust me, I knew this a bit more than both Isla and Imogen.
You see, two years before, when I was nineteen, I’d decided I was done playing by my parent’s rules concerning boys. At a dinner party thrown by our Uncle Lorne in Berne, I started chatting with a handsome young prince named Henry from another, neighboring kingdom. He was charming, and witty, and gorgeous, and his eyes had never left mine the whole night.
He’d even persuaded me to take a walk with him after dinner through the gardens — chaperoned, of course. But he’d whispered all sorts of wonderful things to me nonetheless. He’d promised me the moon, basically, telling me it was love at first sight, and that he’d been waiting for a girl like me.
You know, all sorts of things that now sound like complete and total lines. Because they were.
Days later, heart pounding, for the first time ever, I’d snuck out of my father’s palace and into the old carriage house to meet Prince Henry. My whole body had tingled when he kissed me, and even if I wasn’t entirely sure I actually wanted to, I let him put his hands under my dress. His fingers had been rough, and cold, and not that nice actually. But, the movies I watched and all the books I’d read said this is what princesses did. Awkward and uncomfortable or not, giving in to the ravishes of the handsome prince under the moon in a royal garden seemed exactly like what I should be doing.