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  I can’t imagine Igora speaking to me that way or enjoying me saying words like cunt, cum, fuck, or cock to her. The thought of spending the rest of my life with that wretched woman nearly makes me shudder—were it not for the luscious goddess nestled in my arms right now.

  Thankfully, my decision to ditch Igora for Gwen saves me from a lifetime of plain, boring, completely sans dirty talk sex—dreadful.

  I take Gwen’s advice. I run my flat palm down her slick slit, causing her to arch her back in response. I smile, watching her gain so much pleasure from such a small gesture.

  With my middle finger, I dip between her pussy lips to find pure, slippery wetness waiting for me.

  “Oooh,” she moans as I slip one finger and then another into her tunnel already dripping with her desire. I pump my fingers in and out, slowly at first, and then I pick up speed. Her moans begin to come faster and threaten to drown out the band.

  I pause and kiss her, listening to the music for moment.

  The way I’m about to make my princess moan and scream would seem like I’m not going to hear it again for some time.

  I return to what is quickly becoming my favorite spot on earth. I slide down so my face is flush with her cunt.

  Turning my hand over, I continue to fingerfuck her. My fingers form a hook, allowing me to hit that spot that turns her moans into full-fledged cries of pleasure.

  I hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps on grass. Without removing my hand from Gwen’s dripping pussy, I maneuver my body up to cover her mouth with mine, drowning out her moans.

  “I think they’re gone,” she giggles into my mouth as the footsteps fade.

  “Well, one more kiss just to be sure?” I tease. I like being her protector, even if it’s just from vague footsteps out there in the night.

  “If you insist,” she says as she brings me in for a kiss. I linger a little longer in our intimate embrace, just to make sure the interloper is really, truly gone.

  Only when all I hear is our hearts beating, our passionate panting, do I slide back down her sexy body and resume my oh-so-effective fingering. Using my thumb to gently rub her clit, I quickly bring her back to the crescendo she was on before the interruption.

  Gwen begins to claw at the grass on either side of her as I pump my fingers in and out of her, hitting every glorious inch of the velvety soft interior that hugs my fingers.

  I begin to feel her spasm around my fingers, the waves beginning deep within her until they’re crashing one on top of the other, like a tumultuous stormy sea.

  Like a lone fisherman caught in a dangerous riptide, I do my best to hang on as she thrashes about, completely abandoning all decorum as her orgasm rocks her entire being.

  I don’t dare withdraw my fingers until her spasms stop.

  As we both come back to Earth, the sounds of music playing in the background mixed with the clinks of glasses and murmurs of conversations remind me we’re not in the solitude of my bedchamber. The thought of how close we are to other people is simultaneously sobering and dangerously alluring.

  Both of us panting, trying to catch our breath, she says, “Holy fuck. I’m tingling all over. That was…”

  “It’s not over yet, my queen,” I chuckled. “Not by a long shot.”

  With a wink at her from my position between her legs, I restart my slow, gentle torture of this woman who already drives me wild—a pleasurable torture I can imagine indulging in for the rest of my life.

  A few flicks of my tongue like a dog hungrily lapping up his water is all it takes for Gwen’s passion to be ignited all over again. I trace the outline of her cunt folds ever so slowly—slowly enough that she begins to raise her hips up to meet me—consuming every drop of her sweet juices as soon as she’s producing them.

  “Mmmm,” I moan into her cunt. “You taste like a juicy pear picked fresh off the tree.”

  I inhale, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her. I exhale, and my breath gently warms up her already smoldering cunt.

  I begin to use my tongue as a dart, quickly jabbing in and out of her depths. My gentle humming sends ripples of pleasure up her spine, causing her to moan in return.

  The way our bodies respond to each other, the way my every move sends pleasure through her, can mean only one thing: we’re made for each other.

  Outside of this pleasure cocoon we’ve created, once we’re no longer in the heady cover of this garden, we’ll have to face the messy undoing of our respective engagements.

  I’m confident that, together, we can face anything. We are connected, in sync—tonight, tomorrow, and forever.

  “I’m so close,” Gwen cries. “Don’t stop.”

  I answer not with words, but by continuing to fuck this goddamn hot woman with my tongue. Working my way in and out, I begin to feel her pleasure building with each moan that escapes from her lips.

  Whatever life and our respective betrotheds have to throw at us can wait because right here, right now, nothing else exists in the world but me and Gwen, my queen.

  Chapter 10

  Gwen

  “Edward! Fuck! I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum!”

  I writhe about underneath Edward as his tongue strokes at my clit. His hands play with my breasts—kneading and squeezing the soft flesh and pinching my nipples as his tongue eats me out.

  Within minutes, I come again. My whole body shakes, and my back arches with pleasure as the orgasm shudders through me.

  My knees are weak, and I lie back and slowly release my grip from Edward’s hair as he comes up from between my legs. He smiles at me with a wide grin, which beams and radiates light into the whole garden.

  This man is going to be my husband.

  It turns out that his tongue isn’t just all talk—Edward really does know how to treat me like a queen. I bet eating a girl out isn’t something that he learned in etiquette lessons.

  It makes me wonder what else he knows how to do.

  I can feel myself growing more and more addicted to the feeling of Edward making me orgasm. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before—not that I’ve ever been with someone else.

  But it feels wonderful and mind-blowing.

  No, literally.

  All the blood has rushed out of my head, and so as I lie back in a daze, I’m seeing stars—and not just the ones that are in the sky above me.

  I’ve just had my first ever orgasms—plural—surrounded by roses, from a man that I love. From a king, no less.

  Can you think of anything more romantic?

  But now I want to repay the favor. I doubt that this will be Edward’s first time, but I want to show him just how eager I am to be his queen.

  Pushing off the cool ground, I join Edward on the bench. I nuzzle my face into Edward’s neck, kissing it. I gently nibble his neck, and I feel him gasp and groan underneath me.

  I trace my hand up his thigh, moving over the fabric until I feel the twitching bulge in his trousers, just begging to be freed. I begin to rub it through Edward’s trousers, and he moves his hand to hold onto my thigh, squeezing it as though he’s trying to hold himself together.

  “God, Gwen…you’re so beautiful.”

  I smile teasingly at his words of encouragement. Slowly, I kiss further down his neck until I reach the collar of his shirt. I slide off of the bench and onto my knees, kneeling in the grass before Edward and staring up at him.

  “It’s my turn to serve you now, my king.”

  Edward smiles at me and pushes the hair out of my face. I’m nervous, but I don’t want to show him that.

  I’ve never done this before.

  But I want to do it for him.

  I unzip Edward’s trousers and slowly pull them and his briefs down. His cock is rock hard, and I look at it with wide eyes for a moment—he’s so big, how can I fit all of that inside my mouth?

  “It’s okay,” Edward chuckles reassuringly. “You can take your time.”

  He’s so kind and patient. I want to do him proud. I wan
t to make Edward feel as good as he makes me feel.

  So, I take the base of his cock in one hand—and even then, my fingers struggle to wrap all the way around it. Edward holds my loose and messy hair away from my face as I bring his cock toward my lips.

  I kiss the pre-cum off the tip and then open my lips, taking the head in my mouth. It fills me entirely, but the soft groan of pleasure that I hear escape Edward’s lips makes me eager to continue.

  I bob my head down lower, licking the underside of his shaft with my tongue as my hand strokes the parts of his cock that I can’t quite reach with my mouth.

  “Fuck me, fuck…Gwen, that feels so good…”

  I smile at the praise and look up at him gazing down at me. Taking in the sight of my lips wrapped around his dick, he twitches in excitement in my mouth.

  Edward’s hands wrap themselves tighter around my hair, pulling me exactly where he wants me and exactly how deep he wants me to take him into me. As I continue to bob my head up and down his length, I can tell that it’s taking almost every ounce of control he has not to take control and push his dick down my throat.

  He knows I’ll get there in my own time.

  I pause from bobbing my head back and forth and kiss the tip and then the underside of his shaft. I trace my tongue along the veins, and I hear Edward curse and moan as I lick along the sensitive spot just below the tip.

  Reveling in the power I seem to have over Edward and his dick, I take my hand that was stroking and pumping the base of his cock and use it to caress his balls, holding them and gently squeezing as I take him back into my mouth.

  “Oh, fuck me…oh fuck, Gwen… that’s so good.”

  I hum happily at the praise. Edward groans, and, for a second, I feel his hips buck up into my mouth, involuntarily pushing himself deeper into my mouth. The extra length filling my mouth surprises me, but I quickly adjust like the blowjob champ I apparently am.

  I pick up my pace, coating Edward’s cock in saliva as he moans up into the night air. With one hand, I continue to play with his balls, and with the other, I play with my tit. I squeeze the flesh that’s long been released from the confines of my dress, making sure Edward sees me pinch my nipple between my fingers.

  He certainly feels it when I moan around him, with his cock buried in my throat.

  “Yes! Oh, yes, oh Gwen, fuck me yes…”

  As I lift my head off of him again to catch my breath, I use both hands to stroke at Edward’s cock. His head rolls back as the groans and moans escape from his lips near constantly—and if someone didn’t hear us before, they’re bound to find us now.

  But I love it.

  Watching him come undone at my touch feels so good. He’s a king, but he’s mere putty in my hands. I’m the one who’s making him feel like this.

  All by myself.

  Edward’s dick continues to twitch and throb underneath me. As I go back to cupping and massaging his balls, I hear low moans escape from his lips. He grips my hair so hard, his knuckles almost turn white.

  He’s close.

  I slowly circle the tip of his dick with my tongue, looking up at him through my eyelashes as I do. With a grin, I devour his entire length in one fell swoop. Edward stares at me in adoration and subtle disbelief as I begin to suck on his dick like my life depends on it, bobbing my head up and down, my cheeks hollowed out by the suction.

  “Gwen! Oh my god!”

  Edward’s breathing is more ragged now. I focus my expert skills along his shaft, using every inch of my mouth to give him pleasure.

  “Gwen, fuck, Gwen—”

  I feel his cock begin to twitch and pulse underneath me. Edward’s grip in my hair tightens, and he pulls at my locks as his hips uncontrollably buck towards me.

  “Fuck, Gwen, I’m coming!”

  There’s barely any time between his warning and when I feel him begin to come on my tongue. I keep stroking his cock and playing with his balls as I feel him twitch and explode ropes of cum into my mouth.

  When he’s finally emptied himself in my mouth, I swallow every drop and smile up at him sweetly, as though we haven’t just gotten down and very dirty in the gardens of his palace.

  “God, Gwen…that was so good…” Edward groans as he lowers himself off the bench, joining me in the grass.

  He pulls me to him so that I’m lying against his chest and we’re looking up at the stars together. He kisses the top of my head, and I smile, nuzzling against him. Being held by him feels like the most natural thing in the world, like I was always meant to be here, lying against him.

  “You know, Gwen, you’re not just a queen…you’re a goddess.”

  I roll my eyes at him, but I can feel myself smile and blush somewhat nonetheless.

  “I bet you say that to all the girls,” I tease.

  “No, I mean it…that was so fucking good…”

  I giggle quietly and look up at him. He’s got a dazed kind of look on his face, and he looks like he’s dreaming. But he’s smiling lazily, and when he looks down at me and meets my stare, I watch the love fill his eyes.

  If this is what being Edward’s queen is like, then I don’t want to wait.

  Chapter 11

  Edward

  As I walk Gwen back to the palace, I feel like a fucking king.

  Oh, wait. I am a fucking king.

  And very soon, the woman beside me is going to be my queen.

  Together, we will rule my bedroom, her bedroom, and any other room that’s fit to have sex in.

  The rest of the kingdom can wait.

  “Edward, is that you? I have something I need to discuss with you.”

  Oh, no. Here comes my adviser, dispenser of judgment and unsolicited advice, ready to spoil my good time.

  I’ve always known Cecil to be a wise and trustworthy confidant, but wisdom is not what I want right now.

  I need absolute silence while I fornicate with Gwen some more.

  But if I don’t deal with Cecil right here and now, he’ll probably follow us around all day, even to the bedroom. Maybe even to the toilet.

  “Yes, it’s me,” I confess with a sigh. I stop Gwen at the palace steps and wait for Cecil to approach us. “How may I provide you with excellent service?”

  “You can start by…um…” Cecil adjusts his bifocals to size up Gwen’s disheveled appearance.

  His eyes widen when he notices that her top is missing a few buttons. “My dear, may I recommend a tailor?”

  “May he, Edward?” Gwen asks, looking at me as if to ask my permission before she tells him to kindly fuck off.

  “It’s all right, Gwen,” I tell her. “Why don’t you and your luscious tits enjoy yourselves in the palace while I talk to my adviser?”

  Cecil shakes his old gray head in disgust. If he wore pearls, he would be clutching them right now.

  Now I know what to get him for his birthday, I suppose.

  Gwen looks at me skeptically. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

  “No, but this shouldn’t take long. I’ll be back soon.”

  I send Gwen off with a long, lingering kiss that I can tell makes old Cecil squirm with uncomfortableness while I stay behind to find out what the hell my adviser wants with me this time.

  Cecil waits until Gwen shuts the door before he begins. “Edward, we need to talk about that woman,” he says, rolling the word around in his mouth like an undercooked snail.

  “Oh, you mean Princess Gwen? My beautiful fiancée? The woman I am marrying no matter what?”

  “Fiancée? That’s exactly what we need to talk about.” Cecil folds his arms and glares at me. “If my assessment of this situation is correct, you’ve been fucking Princess Gwen out of wedlock.”

  “That’s not how I would put it, but more or less.”

  I’m both proud of his use of the f-word and disappointed in his use of the outdated term “out of wedlock.” We’re supposed to be the progressive kingdom.

  That’s literally the slogan printed on our national flag
.

  How can he not keep up with the changing definition of progress? I need to start briefing him on these things.

  But first, I’d better find out where he’s going with this.

  “Where were you and Gwen just now, Edward?”

  “We were in the gardens.”

  “The gardens? Really? Out in public?” Cecil frowns. Apparently, that was the wrong answer. “And that’s where she let you…have her?”

  He makes her sound like a bowl of cereal that I ate while standing at the sink instead of sitting at the table. “Of course. Why wouldn’t she?”

  “Because you’re engaged to someone else, Edward, and she of all people should know that, seeing that she also has an upcoming marriage,” Cecil practically whines. “And did I hear correctly that earlier you took her into the throne room?”

  “Yes, I believe I did take her for quite a tour of my throne.”

  “If she had any sense of decorum, she would never have allowed herself to tarnish the royal throne like that.”

  “Tarnish? How? Today’s thrones are stainless steel, not silver. They’re very easy to clean. Plus, I’ve asked Gwen to marry me. It’s a done deal.”

  “Isn’t your engagement to Ignora—I mean Igora—also, as you say, a done deal? What am I supposed to tell her family if they ask me why I advised you to go back on your promise to her?”

  “Whatever you like. You didn’t recommend this, clearly.”

  “But everyone will think I did. You’re not the only person who will be affected by this, you know.”

  I sigh. “Well, then I’ll tell them that you have advised me to end things with Ignora before news of my indiscretion reaches the tabloids,” I impatiently explain, emphasizing my preferred name for my ex-fiancée. It’s really more fitting, after all. “That way, she can pretend to have called the wedding off herself.”

  Cecil cracks a wry smile, and for a moment, the twinkle in his eye makes me think he’s finally seen the light.

  But the feeling doesn’t last long.

  “For a second there, I thought I might have tricked you into giving yourself good advice,” he says, chuckling. Then his face hardens. “But you mixed up a few of the details. I’m advising you to break things off with Gwen, not Ignora, before the scandal reaches the tabloids. That way, Gwen can pretend to have called the wedding off herself.”