His Big Mountain Axe by Madison Faye
“So fucking wet for me,” he purred. “I think my dirty little princess is all hot and bothered by getting her naughty little ass spanked like a bad girl.”
I whimpered, gasping as I felt his fingers rub over my clit.
“I like your pussy like this,” he growled. “All sticky and messy and ready for me. I like your sweet girl-cum dripping down your thighs for me to lick off.”
I moaned wildly, melting at his filthy words as his fingers rolled my clit in slow, agonizing circles. His other hand moved to his belt, and when I heard him undo his buckle and pull his zipper down, my whole freaking body shivered in excitement.
“Open your mouth, Princess,” he said darkly, his voice edged. “Open those pretty little lips. We need to give you something for that filthy mouth of yours.”
I looked up, and when my eyes landed on his huge cock, pulsing and rock-hard, jutting out from under his chiseled abs, my whole body shivered with anticipation. His hand wrapped around his shaft, and when he started to stroke it slowly, I whimpered. Thick, white pre-cum beaded at the tip and trickled down over his swollen head and shaft.
And I wanted it.
“Open your mouth, baby girl,” he growled.
And I did.
There, on my knees with my gown around my waist and his hand on my pussy, I opened my lips for him. He slid his cock past them, and I moaned at the salty sweet taste of him on my tongue. God he was so big, stretching my lips wide and filling my mouth. He was so hot and hard, and when his cock pulsed against my tongue, I moaned deep around him.
Rourke groaned, his body tensing as I slid my mouth down over his cock. I slurped loudly at him, not really sure what to do, but taking cues from how he reacted. I swirled my tongue around his crown, teasing the little hole at the tip and tasting more of his creamy pre-cum as it flooded my mouth. I slid back, my pink lip gloss leaving a vulgar little streak across his dick before I slid back down and took as much of him as I could.
Rourke growled, his fingers slowly rolling over my clit. His other hand moved to my hair, sliding into the elaborate twists and curls piled atop my head and tangling them around his fingers. He pulled me onto his cock, making my body thrill with adrenaline as I felt him hit the back of my throat. His huge cock pulsed in my small mouth, his groans dripping into my ears like honey.
He gasped as he pulled me away from him, and I gasped as I panted hungrily. A thin strand of spit hung between my bottom lip and his throbbing, swollen cock, and before he could stop me, I eased forward and wrapped my lips around his head. I sucked hard, slurping wetly at him and making him cry out in this deep, masculine groan before he pulled me away again.
“Greedy girl,” he growled, pulling my head back and leaning down to crush his lips to mine. “Does my little princess like my thick cock filling her dirty little mouth?”
“Yes,” I hissed, panting and reaching for him.
“I think you want more, don’t you?” he purred.
“Yes please,” I gasped, whimpering as he kissed me fiercely.
“You want more, you dirty little girl?”
I moaned, nodding as our eyes locked. “Yes.”
Rourke smiled hungrily at me.
“Ask me nicely, little princess.”
I moaned, his filthy words turning me on like nothing ever had.
“Please, can I…” I blushed.
“Can you what?”
I swallowed thickly.
“Please, can I have more of your…” I whimpered. “Of your cock?”
“Open our mouth.”
Rourke pulled me close, and when he pushed the thick head of his cock between my lips, I wrapped them tight and sucked. He groaned, bending over me and sliding his hands down my back. He pulled my dress up high over my ass again, both his palms teasing over my skin as I bobbed my mouth on his big dick. I whimpered as I felt him spread me wide, and when his hand slid between my thighs and began to tease my aching, slippery pussy, I went wild.
I sucked him hard, moaning so deeply around him as his fingers began to roll over my clit.
“Hands behind your back, princess,” he groaned, making my whole body ache for more of him. The way he talked to me — his controlling, dominant voice — all of it had me trembling for more. He had me a whimpering, wet puddle for him, and I wanted him to have all of me. I wanted him to demand it from me, and take what was his to take.
My hands clasped behind my back, and when his fingers slid back into my hair and pulled me onto his cock, I moaned deeply. His hips rocked back and forth, his hand guiding my mouth up and down his thick, pulsing shaft as he rolled my clit in achingly slow circles. I felt so damn slutty, and sexy, and alive, on my knees for this gorgeous, possessive, and yet tender and protective man. His fingers rubbed my clit faster, and when I felt his thumb begin to tease over my asshole, I gasped loudly.
“Fuck, Princess,” he groaned, pulling his cock from my lips with a wet popping sound. “Your mouth feels like heaven.”
“More,” I moaned, gasping loudly as his fingers rubbed my clit again and again. His thumb teased a slow circle around my ass, and I cried out as I arched my back and thrust my ass back into him.
“You want me to make you come? You want me to make you come like a naughty little princess, on your knees sucking my cock with my fingers on your clit and this tight little ass?”
I moaned, whimpering and slurping on his cock loudly as his hand in my hair guided me up and down.
“I can feel that you’re close, Colette. I can feel your slippery, tight little virgin pussy dripping that candy-sweet honey all over my fingers. I can feel your tight, tempting little asshole quivering against my thumb. I know you want to come, Princess, but not yet. You don’t come until I say you do.”
He had me right at the edge, my whole body tipping dangerously on the precipice as he teased me just enough to keep me there, but not enough for me to go screaming over. I moaned around his big, swollen cock, sucking him as deep as I could take him and swirling my tongue across the underside of him.
“Wait until I let you come, Princess,” he purred, his thumb brushing my ass so tantalizingly and his fingers rubbing my clit in slow little circles. His cock throbbed between my lips, and I could taste his sticky pre-cum coating my tongue as the whole world started to blur at the edges
“Come for me.”
It was his words that did it. His fingers had me already toppling at the edge, but it was his commanding voice, demanding that I come that shoved me over into the abyss. I screamed around his cock, my entire body shattering as the hurricane of a climax exploded through me. I moaned and whimpered, the orgasm tearing through me like wildfire as I lost myself completely.
Rourke’s cock swelled up huge in my mouth, and as he groaned, I suddenly felt it throb. Thick, sticky, salty-sweet ropes of his cum pumped across my tongue and down my throat, filling my mouth until it leaked out of the corners of my lips. He threw his head back, growling into the dimness of the room as his big cock pulsed and throbbed, emptying every drop of his cum from his balls into my throat.
Slowly, panting, he pulled away from me, reached down, and swooped me up into his arms. I fell into him, his powerful arms holding me tight as he buried his face in my neck. A heat I’d never known before burned inside of me, and I realized then that I never wanted these arms of his to not be holding me.
I liked being his. I liked the way he spoke to me — like I was the most precious thing in the world to him, but also like I was his dirty little submissive slut. It was a swirling, heated, addictive mix of both, and it was unlike anything I’d ever known before.
He pulled back, grinning as his thumb reached up to catch the little bit of his cum on the corner of my mouth. I blushed, but he slowly just shook his head, his eyes blazing with heat.
“Open,” he whispered. I panted, my pulse jumping as I slowly opened my mouth. His thumb swiped up the little white drop of cum, and he slowly slid it into my mouth. I moaned, closing my lips around it and sucking the cu
“Good girl,” he groaned, leaning in and crushing his lips to mine, kissing me deeply and slowly, until I realized I really was no longer on the ground. He spun us slowly, his powerful arms holding me off the ground against his body as my red gown swirled around us.
8
Rourke
Colette moaned, the sound like fucking honey dripping in my ears as the Charger screeched around a corner. My fingers slid deep into her pussy, stroking in and out and making her cry out as I stomped on the gas.
I had the wheel in one hand and the other had two fingers buried deep inside her impossibly tight little cunt, feeling her slick, hot desire dripping down my hand. I growled, accelerating around another bend in the road as I pulled my fingers from between her lips. Collate moaned, pouting, but when I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked her candy-sweet cream from them, she gasped quietly.
Fuck, did I want more.
We were on our way to the ball after our scorching hot time back at the palace — me in my tux and her in that fucking sexy as sin red dress. Red that was making my blood boil and my cock harden. Red that made me feel like a crazed bull in the ring.
This was all new to me. All of this. Getting close to her like this, and somehow letting her smash down my walls and loose every filthy, dirty thing I’d had bottled up. I’d worried that I’d scare her, or freak her out. But it seems my little princess was as dirty as I was.
I’d fallen for her the second I’d seen her, a year before at her party. I’d buried that, and hidden my thoughts even from myself as best I could before there was no holding them back any longer. And now that the dam had broken, and now that it was all coming out, there was no putting this back in its box.
Colette was my everything. My entirety. My world. She wasn’t just going to be my wife, she was going to be my queen. Crown or not, royal blood or not, I’d make her the queen of my world.
I was shaken from my wandering thoughts by her hand sliding into my lap. Her soft, delicate fingers found my throbbing hard cock, and she slowly and teasingly started to stroke me through my pants.
I growled.
“Careful,” I hissed, my body tensing and my cock straining for release against her hand.
“Why?” she purred back, her voice thick with lust. She was teasing me.
Tempting me.
“You want to be dangerous, little girl?” I growled back.
Colette whimpered.
“Yes.”
“You want to play dangerous with me?”
She nodded quickly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Yes.”
I groaned as I let go of the last of my resolve.
“Take my cock out.”
Colette gasped at my coarse, filthy words — something I’d found that I loved hearing. I loved the little sounds she made when my words lit something inside of her. I loved the sound her hidden, dirty side made when I woke it.
Her hand tugged at my zipper eagerly, pulling it down, undoing my belt buckle, and pulling my pants wide open. She reached inside, her soft little fingers wrapping around my thick shaft and making me hiss in pleasure as she slowly pulled me free. I groaned, and Colette gasped quietly as she slowly began to pump her hand up and down my girth, stroking my cock so sweetly and making my balls tingle and my toes curl.
“Eyes on the road, mister,” she whispered into my ear, leaning over and letting her teeth graze my earlobe as she jerked my big cock.
Fuck, I’d awakened a monster.
I groaned, one hand gripping the wheel tight as the other slid back between her legs. I curled a finger inside her dripping wet pussy, making her gasp into my ear as her hand tightened on my cock.
But I needed more. Now.
I pulled my hand away from her and slowly eased the driver’s seat back from the wheel before I turned to her.
“Come here, Princess,” I purred, grinning hungrily at her. “Come here and sit on my lap.”
She arched a brow. “What, here?”
“Yes.”
“In the car?”
“You want to be a bad girl?”
I was teasing her, and pushing her, and seeing how far she would take this.
“Get over there, naughty girl.”
Her seatbelt unclipped sharply, and I growled.
Fuck this girl was amazing. Here I was trying to see where her limit was and she was calling my bluff right back. She moved quickly, sliding over into me, swinging a leg over my lap and settling down against me, facing the road with her back to my chest.
I groaned, nuzzling her neck as my hand slid up her thigh to stroke a finger through her slick lips.
My foot pushed at the gas pedal, and the Charger lurched forward.
Colette gasped. “Rourke!”
But she whimpered as I toyed with her clit, rubbing it in slow circles, her pussy leaking her honey all over my cock. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking it and making it slick with her wetness before I growled into her neck and eased my cock against her pussy.
She moaned.
I stroked my cock against her bare pussy, her sweet, puffy lips teasing me like little feather kisses across my dick. I stroked faster, feeling how sticky and wet she was, and using my swollen head to tease her clit. I moved my hand to hers, taking it and bringing it to my cock.
“Rub that little clit against my cock, Princess. I want you to play with that sweet little pussy using my cock, and I want to feel you come all over my fucking balls.”
Colette cried out, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and whimpering as she started to stroke me against her pussy. Her hips rocked against me, letting the little nub of her clit rub up and down my shaft and bump over the swollen head. Her slippery little pussy coated my cock and her fingers with her sweetness as she bucked her hips against me and sank into my chest.
Fuck did I want her. I wanted to bury every damn inch of my cock inside of her and claim her innocence right there on the road going ninety miles an hour.
Soon, I told myself. Soon, I’d feel my cock slide balls-deep in her tight, velvety little cunt.
Colette stroked me faster and faster, moaning louder and louder as she rubbed her clit against my cock. The car thundered forward, accelerating faster and faster the closer we both got. She whimpered, moaning loudly in the car as she rolled her hips against my cock, her little clit rubbing over my crown again and again as her juices coated my balls.
I growled into her neck, my eyes on the road as I sucked her skin between my teeth, knowing I’d be leaving a mark for the whole world to see. My hand slid up the front of her dress, loosening the ribbons at the front until I could yank it down over her breast. She gasped, throwing her head back into me as my hand cupped her soft, full tits, my fingers pinching her nipples as she rocked her hips against my thick, pulsing erection.
“I— I’m going to come!” she moaned, her hand jerking my cock faster and faster as she ground her little clit against the head.
“Are you asking for permission, Princess?” I groaned into her neck, my fingers twisting her nipple and my cock freely pumping pre-cum all over her pussy.
“Yes!” she gasped, her breath staggered and her body trembling against me.
“Please, can I come?”
She whimpered the words so fucking sweetly, and yet made them sound so fucking dirty that I suddenly knew neither of us would be able to hold on any longer.
“Come for me, Princess,” I rasped into ear. “I want to feel that candy-sweet cum of yours coat every inch my cock and drip down my balls. I want you to make that little pussy come all over my cock right now.”
Colette screamed, I roared, and the car thundered past the hundred miles per hour mark as the orgasm slammed into her. She bucked hard against me, and when I felt her pussy flood my cock with her sweet cream, I fucking lost it. My balls pulsed, and my cock lurched in her little hand as thick cum erupted from the swollen head. I roared as thick ropes of my cum splattered across her belly a
I let my foot off the gas, letting the car slow to a less suicidal speed as her small body melted against mine. My pulse roared like the engine, my cock still throbbing against her soft, silken pussy as we slowly came down from the high of our climax.
I reached between us, and Colette whimpered as my fingers slid over her messy pussy, smearing my cum and hers over her lips and rubbing it into her clit as she moaned for me.
“I want my cum all over you,” I growled into her ear. “I want it on your skin, soaking into your pussy all night.”
Colette turned and kissed my cheek softly, and even if my eyes were on the road ahead of us, keeping us alive, I could still see the glow on her face and the grin stretching those soft lips wide.
How the hell had I gotten this girl again?
I mean, I’d paid for her, in a sense. I’d given a small fortune to her mother for her hand. But all that guaranteed me was her hand in marriage. It never meant I’d get her — the real her. In fact, by all rights, it should have walled her off from me. It should have turned her against me.
By all rights, a man like myself should have been concerned about business and business only, in which case, a trophy wife, bought and paid for like that would have been fine.
But damn what we should have been. Damn what should have happened. Instead, something had clicked. Something had sparked with Colette and me, and ignited into something I’m not sure I’d ever have thought I’d find in my life.
…And I knew I’d never let that get away from me.
* * *
Twenty minutes and a border crossing later, we were being waved through the front gates of King Lucian’s palace. I caught a glimpse of a few faces I knew from various business dealings. The Charming brothers, the twin princes of Marland, who’d I’d helped broker mineral deposit rights for, were outside on the lawn, and I nodded brusquely at Caspian and his brother Cade, who caught my eye and nodded back. Prince Magnus, of Zale, was with them, who’d been an early investor in one of my drilling startups. And of course, Logan, the prince of Torsund where I kept my primary residence, was there as well, the four of them walking together to the front steps of the palace.