He climbs onto the bed. Every inch of his virile magnificence makes my skin prickle. I’ve never set eyes on a man as beautiful as he is. And have never wanted anyone more. Straddling me, his muscled legs pressed against my hips, he trails hot kisses from the ticklish crook of my neck, all over my breasts, and then past my abdomen until his head is buried between my thighs. After an inhale, he kisses my delicate folds with urgency and reverence.
“Oh, my sweet Zoey. You smell and taste divine. And you’re so hot and wet.”
“Oh, Your Highness, My Lord! What you do to me!”
“My beauty, I love that you call me Your Lord.” His hand caresses my fluttering sex, a thumb running over my quivering clit. I moan from the ecstasy he’s giving me.
“I want to own you. Possess you. Treasure you. Rule you.”
“My body is your kingdom,” I whisper.
“Your wish is my command,” he hisses back. “What do you want, Zoey?”
“I want you to ravage me.”
“You want to be my princess?”
“Oh yes, please.”
“Please, what?”
“My Lord! Oh My Lord!” My voice is a breathless, desperate plea.
“Good girl.”
On my next rapid heartbeat, he spreads my legs with his powerful knees.
“Show me what you want, Zoey.”
My hand trembling, I wrap my fingers around his pulsing girth and guide it to my ever-ready entrance. The very touch of him at my door to pleasure sends a ripple of white-hot desire to my core. I let out an audible gasp as he drives his magnificent cock inside me, one glorious inch after another. I groan at the size of him, stretching me apart, filling me beyond measure. I want him all.
“Take me, My Lord,” I cry out with equal pain and pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he growls. “I’m going to fuck you royally.” With a loud grunt, he pushes all the way into me until his shaft hits a spot that makes me wince from the impact.
“Jesus, my love. You’re so fucking tight and wet. You’re pussy fits my cock better than a glove. Like a rare glass slipper…the perfect fit.”
At his words, my muscles clench around his erection like a carnal hug.
“Christ, you’re amazing,” he sighs before pulling away. A heartbeat later, he lunges right back into me, and I groan when he hits my womb.
“Oh, Brandon, My Lord. Fuck me hard.”
“How hard?” he taunts as he withdraws again. “This hard?” He rams into me with savage force.
“Oh yes!”
On my next heated breath, he pummels me with reckless abandon, rubbing along my clit and hitting my magic spot over and over. My body arches into him, and with each thrust, my moans grow louder.
“I’ve never had anyone like you,” he mumbles breathlessly. “You feel so fucking good.”
I’m speechless. I’m too consumed with the most indescribable feeling I’ve ever experienced, his body joined with mine, his cock filling me and taking me to a place where I’ve never been.
He puts his hands under my ass, his firm grasp making me gasp again from the intensity and pure ecstasy of his thrusts. My legs wrap around his hips, wanting to hold on, wanting this to never end as an orgasm begins to crescendo inside me. I rock my hips to meet his thrusts, each breath, each thrust harsher than the one before. A symphony of our breaths, flesh against flesh, fills my ears.
“You’re so damn sexy,” he pants out, picking up his pace and jamming me harder, as if harder is possible. “I can’t fucking get enough of you.”
The pressure inside me is so intense I think I’m going to die. Fisting the satin sheets so tightly, my hands begin to ache. My desperation for a release overtakes me.
“I need to come!” I scream out, ecstasy pulsating inside me.
“Not yet, my love.”
“Please, My Lord, I beg you!” I can no longer hang on.
“No, Zoey. You will come when I say you can. I own you. Your orgasm is under my command.”
I’m so close to coming. I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming. And squeeze my eyes shut.
“Don’t hold back, Zoey. Open your eyes and let me hear you.”
I do as I’m told. But as my eyes open and meet his impassioned gaze, the sound of a gong coming from the clock chimes in my ears. Gah! I’ve lost track of time. It must be going on midnight!
“My Lord, I must go!” I panic as the gong sounds again and again.
“No, Zoey, you can’t leave.” He grips my hips tightly, holding me prisoner. “You’re mine.”
“I must!” I cry out, so close to combusting. I’m silently counting the gongs. Oh no, the clock’s on seven. I have only five seconds to escape. I can’t let him see me for who I really am.
On the next powerful thrust and a pinch of my clit, I come with a cry of his name and a release so thunderous my whole body convulses. Gong! His cock shudders inside me with his own explosive release.
“Fuck!” he roars before he slowly withdraws.
The gong goes on ten. I only have two seconds.
Frantically, I bolt up and shimmy into my gown. Still in my stilettos, I dash out of his chamber. I can hear rapid footsteps behind me. I look over my shoulder. Wrapped in a satin sheet, he’s coming after me. I run like there’s no tomorrow through the ballroom of shocked onlookers until I’m out the palace doors.
“Come back, Zoey!” Prince Brandon’s voice trails behind me.
Thank God, the valets have left my Rolls Royce parked in the driveway in front of the palace. Gooch is in the driver’s seat waiting diligently for me. But as I approach the car, I trip. A glass slipper falls off. In a panic, I pick myself up, leaving it behind.
Gong!
It’s too late! I’m too late! Before my eyes, the Rolls transforms back to my Mini, and Gooch is once again a little fluffy white dog who’s looking out the window and wagging his tail at the sight of me. Back in my baggy sweats, I clamber into the car. I turn on the ignition, but the sedan won’t start up.
Prince Brandon, with my glass slipper in one hand, runs up to me and tugs at the locked door. “Open up, Zoey. Let me in!”
I can’t face him. Touch him. Bear the pain of my desire. Finally, the ignition catches. But Brandon is still clutching the handle of the door and banging on the window.
“Brandon, please let go! Please! My Lord, I beg you!”
“Zoey, if you leave me now, I will fuck every woman in the kingdom until I find my princess. My cock belongs in only one pussy. I’ll find you again. I will know when I slip it inside you. The girl who’s the perfect fit.”
My core on fire and tears scorching my cheeks, I jam down on the gas and peel off the curb.
Another loud bang brings my dream to a screeching halt. Tossing and turning, I’m drenched in a cold sweat. But between my thighs, I feel a hot bed of moisture and relentless throbbing. The banging persists.
“Open the door, Zoey!”
Is he still clinging to the car door? I’m dazed and disoriented. Lost in a gray space between dreamland and the real world.
“Fucking open up!” The pounding grows louder.
My Prince…he’s come for me.
“Zoey, if you don’t open up, I’m going to knock down the door.”
I blink several times while my heartbeat slows down. I glance at my cell phone. It’s midnight. I made it home in time! I’m still treading the fine line between reality and fantasy.
The line fades and reality seeps into my veins. Fully awake, I realize I’m in my house—in the real Lalaland. I roll out of my bed, and after grabbing my robe, I stagger to the front door and unbolt it.
It’s him! Brandon! A disheveled version of the gorgeous man I dressed earlier. His hair is unkempt, his eyes bloodshot, and his bowtie undone. I can smell alcohol on his breath. He may be more than a little drunk.
“What do you want?” I ask, my voice shaky from my dream. Embarrassment mixes with anticipation. There’s a part of me that thinks he’s come here to sweep me off my feet and devour me. My wet dream is as vivid in my head as when I dreamt it.
“You ate all my ice cream?” With each word, his voice rises with rage.