Princely Passions

Not wanting to wait any longer, he hooks his fingers on my thighs and pushes me down onto his cock, his shaft sliding inside of me in such a hurry that I can’t help but scream. I just can’t help it this time. I run my fingers over his strong chest, clawing at him with my fingernails as my pussy completely engulfs his cock.

I sway my hips back and forth as he grabs my ass, his hands following the cadence of my body. I ride him furiously, decided to give him as much pleasure as he has given me. I close my eyes, the only sound I can hear being that of my ass slapping against his legs as I jump up and down on his cock.

“Fuck, keep going, babe…” He whispers, and his hands leave my ass and go straight to my breasts, rubbing them and squeezing them. He lifts his head up and, grabbing my right breast, covers my rosy nipple with his lips, sucking it wildly.

Beads of sweat are already dripping down my forehead, and that just makes me go even harder. It feels like I’m a woman possessed, and I won’t stop until he finally surrenders to me.

Letting go of my breasts, his hands slide down my side and settle on my ass once more; instead of simply allowing me to lead, he starts thrusting his hips at me too, each stroke of his drawing an hoarse moan out of me. He goes at it until a sweet and pleasant numbness takes over my body and I just let myself go, collapsing on top of his body as one final orgasm explodes inside me and completely obliterates whatever strength I still had left in me.

He keeps going, though, his thrusts battering down on my exhausted body until everything in him tenses up - and when I say everything, I really mean it. His muscles are so tense right now that it feels as if he’s made out of iron and steel.

He starts spasming and I feel his warm seed filling me up… I stay here on top of him, tightening my pussy around his cock as I let him have his final release. He’s breathing raggedly against my neck, almost grunting as he holds me against him.

“Come… over… me…” I find myself whispering at him and, with one final grin, he pulls his cock out from me and goes to his knees. He grabs his massive shaft and, stroking himself, he points his cock at. Thick ropes of cum gush from it and spray my naked body all over, painting me in white. I moan as I feel his warm juices covering almost every single inch of my skin - from my face to my pussy -, and I smile at him like a woman… Well, like a woman in love.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he teases me, and then leans into me, placing both his hands on my knees. His mouth goes straight for my pussy and he starts to suck on it once more, scooping up his own seed with his tongue. I squirm in place as his tongue runs up and down my folds, and when he finally has me licked dry, he moves his mouth up my body. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his delicious lips crawling up my chest, making their way to my tits. There he licks both my nipples dry, and then continues upward without even stopping to catch his breath.

“I love you so much,” he tells me once again, pressing his cum coated lips against my own. I pull him into me and we kiss as if we are in a trance, swapping his cum while our tongues dance around one another.

“Thank you,” I whisper at him when he finally rolls to the side, collapsing on the floor by my side.

“For what?” He tells with one raised eyebrow, turning to face him. “You have nothing to thank me for, Christine.”

“I do,” I whisper with a smile. “I have to thank you for being this perfect.”

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Epilogue

“Here she is, our very own Miss United States!” Kim cries out as she sees me walking inside the bar. Ashley and Natalie are here too, and the whole gang smiles as I sit down at the table with them.

“Knock it off, Kim,” I laugh, playfully punching her in the arm. She feigns pain and then, raising her arm high in the air, waves at the waiter. He scoots over to us in a hurry and I order a non-alcoholic cocktail. Kim throws me a suspicious look as she hears the words non-alcoholic, but I just shrug it off.

“Seriously, we’ve missed you, girl,” Natalie says, sipping on her margarita. When was the last time I went out for drinks with them? Weeks ago? Since I started working at the United Nations my schedule has grown so busy that I barely have any time for myself, let alone to go bar-hopping with the girls. Still, I had to take the time and meet them here today - it’s a special occasion.

We’re sitting outside at the Maison Prèmiere garden, and it’s my favorite time of the day: Happy Hour. To be honest, since I started working at the United Nations that every hour seems like Happy Hour. Why? It’s simple - I’m in love with the most perfect man I have ever met, and I’m living my dream. What more can I possibly want?

Right, I should probably give you a rundown of what happened since I got the position, the one that caused me a lot of headaches and almost cost me heartbreak as well. Let’s see - like I said, I started working at the United Nations and, a few weeks after that, Anders handed me the keys to his apartment. Big step, right? Well, it sure was - mainly because three days after that he was asking me to move in with him.

Yeah, I really became the center of all gossip in the Political Science department - Christine, the lucky girl who somehow managed to snag the hottest professor in the whole campus and a dream job all in one term. That’s me, alright, and that was what everyone talked about non-stop for days on end.

Now, my internship is going to end next week, and I’ve already been offered a contract for a permanent position. That’s right, I’m this close to achieving my dream of getting a career at the UN. Also, I don’t know if I should be telling you this, but I’m also late… And you know what I mean by late, don’t you? Yap, less than an year from now there’s going to be a miniature Anders running around. Well, not exactly running around, but you get my point. I still haven’t told Anders, though. I’m planning to do it once I finally finish my internship. After that, we’re going to take some time for ourselves.

We’re flying out to St. Albans in the summer, since Natalie’s there that time of the year, and then we’ll probably hop to Paris, Berlin and God knows where else. I can barely wait to roam the streets of Europe arm-in-arm with Anders, showing him off to ever

yone that cares to notice. Life’s good, life’s perfect.

“Hey, are you there?” Kim snaps her fingers right in front of my face, pushing a non-alcoholic cocktail into my hands. “Earth to Christine, Earth to Christine.”

“I’m here,” I smile lazily, still feeling in a dreamy state, and Ashley crosses her arms over her chest and eyes me suspiciously.

“So, out with it! Why did you want us to meet here today?”

“She’s pregnant,” Kim cries out triumphantly, grabbing both my hands and beaming. “That’s what’s up!”

“You got me,” I smile, and the three of them squeal at the same time, jumping up to hug me. “And not only that,” I continue, freeing myself from their embrace. “Anders proposed.” With that, I show them my fingers and flash them the new three stone diamond ring Anders got me from Tiffany. They squeal again, almost hysterical now, and everyone around the bar starts eyeing us like we’re the wild bunch.

“Oh my, God,” Natalie cries out, holding my hand and placing her head so close to my ring I start thinking she might just eat it out my fingers. “It’s so beautiful!”