Stealing Cinderella(84)
My cock stirs to life, and I close my eyes, trying to remember what I was supposed to be doing before she distracted me.
“You’ve been so busy this week.” Ella takes my hand in hers and leads me to our door. “So tense. Surely, there’s something I can do to ease your stress.”
“What did you have in mind?” I hoist her up into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my back. Her fingers cling to my biceps as I carry her across the threshold of our suite and kick the door shut behind me.
“I don’t know, Your Majesty.” She teases my ear, biting at it as she grinds against me. “Would you like me to suck your royal cock?”
“You’ve turned into quite the little deviant,” I muse, setting her onto her feet.
“I had a good teacher.”
She sinks to her knees before me, and I’m trying to remember my plans as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants. It certainly didn’t involve her on her knees with a mouth full of my cock, but I’m not about to say no to that either.
Ella pulls my dick free and then pushes me back into the chair as she crawls toward me like a predatory feline. I’m anxious to feel her lips wrapped around me because this never gets old. Her nails scrape over my thighs, and she toys with me for a while, licking me soft and slow. Her eyes hold me hostage as she leans between my parted legs, worshipping me with her mouth. I fall back against the chair, eyes at half-mast, my body relaxing as she gives me exactly what I need.
It would be so easy to blow my load in her mouth right now. It would be pure fucking heaven. But more than anything, I’ve made it a goal to come inside her at every opportunity until I’ve claimed her body in an entirely different way. Breeding her until she’s round with my child. It stirs a primal possession in me, and that’s what has me pulling her hair back until my dick falls out of her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Get on top of me,” I command. “Come sit on your throne.”
Ella grins and shakes her head. She knows exactly what I’m doing, and she loves every filthy moment of these games. When she stands up and lifts her skirt, she’s not wearing any panties, and I’m officially on the fucking edge.
She grips my shoulders as she straddles me, slowly lowering herself onto my shaft until she’s so full of me she collapses forward with a faint groan. When she rocks her pelvis into me, I dig my fingers into her hips and thrust her body down. The shock reverberates through both of us, and Ella takes over, fucking me like it’s her last day on earth. And I love her like this. Wild for me. Desperately chasing the high that I give her. She is achingly beautiful, and when she breaks apart, crying out in agony, she is mine.
The spasms in her body milk the come from my dick, and still, the little fire-breather hasn’t had enough. She grabs my face and continues to kiss me, long after my cock has gone soft inside her. I think we could kiss each other like this forever, and that reminds me, I was supposed to try my hand at being romantic tonight.
I had a walk in the garden planned. A starry night. The scent of roses around us. I even had a speech prepared. But nothing has ever felt as natural or right as this moment does now, with the two of us still intimately connected. When I pull away from her lips and force her to hold still, she pouts.
“Why are we stopping?”
“Marry me, Ella.”
Her eyes widen, and she freezes. It takes her a full minute to say anything, but I’ve come to recognize this is how Ella processes everything. She takes her time, and I’ve learned not to push her during these moments.
“You want me to marry you?” she whispers.
“More than anything.”
She squishes my face between her palms and nods, tears shining in her eyes. “I want that more than anything too, my King. I love you so much.”
“I have never felt more like a king than I do right now,” I tell her.
She starts pawing at me again, frantically trying to unbutton my shirt and strip me down naked, just how she likes me.
“This week,” I murmur against her lips as she fumbles over my buttons. “Marry me this week.”
She pauses. “This week?”
“I want my mother to be there.”
Her eyes are soft and sad when she nods, her fingers trailing across my jaw. “Of course, my love. This week sounds perfect.”
“Good.” I sigh into her neck and move her hands back to my shirt. “Now you can fuck me, goddess.”
37
Thorsen
“You look so handsome, Thorsen.” My mother tries to hold back her tears as Aunt Runa wheels her into position in the garden.
It’s the first time she’s been out of bed this week, and I was beginning to have my doubts she’d make it down here at all. But she came through, summoning her strength to be here tonight. And after our conversation yesterday, I understand that this is the last of her will. This is what she’s been holding on for.
“I love you, Mor.” I lean down to kiss her on the cheek.
“Oh, my dear, sweet son. I love you too. I’m so proud of you. It’s time for you to live your life. You have my blessings of happiness.”
My eyes burn, and my voice wavers just a little as I give her the answer she’s been waiting for. “You have my blessing too.”