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Title: Waking His Princess
Series: Filthy Fairy Tales #2
Author: Parker Grey
Release Date: November 28, 2017
“I’ve never had an orgasm, okay?”
It’s the last thing I thought I’d hear from my best friend’s little sister. Princess Aurora is sweet, innocent, untouched, and totally pure - I never thought I’d hear her say the word orgasm at all.
Now that I have, I can’t think about anything else. I’ve had dozens of women, but every time I close my eyes I imagine what Aurora would look like underneath me, biting her lip and gasping for breath.
What she’d look like naked, face flushed with pleasure.
What she’d look like as she screamed my name, nails dragging down my back.
Her older brother is my best friend. If he found me sneaking around with his little sister, he’d kill me - maybe literally. We can’t get caught... but she’s a drug, an addiction, and I can’t stay away.
There’s a story that Aurora was cursed by a witch when she was a baby - that she’d prick her finger and fall asleep, but I can tell you that’s not gonna happen.
Instead, my prick is gonna wake her up.
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“I thought all day about the best way to make you come for your first time,” he growls, his lips brushing my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “And I decided that what I really wanted was for your very first orgasm to be with my cock buried inside you.”
A cold wave moves through my body, followed by a warm glow, because I have no idea what to say to that. I don’t think anyone’s ever said the word cock out loud to me before, and here’s Declan — my brother’s best friend — telling me what he’s going to do with his.
“You like the thought of that, don’t you?” he goes on, his lips making their way down my neck, to my shoulder.
His other hand palms one breast, then suddenly tugs at my strapless bra and in a flash it’s around my waist, pink nipples puckering against the sudden coolness.
Declan pushes forward, his thick erection against my back, and he moves until the hard length is nestled between my buttocks, the thin layer of his pants doing nothing to hide it as he rolls one nipple between his fingers.
“Declan, I haven’t — I’ve never — “ I manage to whisper.
“You’re a virgin, you’ve never had sex before, I know. You told me already,” he says, a smirk in his voice. “That doesn’t change what I’m going to do to you tonight.”
He lets my hair go, the other hand deftly undoing the hook on my bra. It falls from where it was stuck around my waist, and Declan finally pulls me from my puddled dress, draws me close to him. He tilts my face up to his, the cloth of his suit rubbing against my sensitive skin, my already-hard nipples.
My eyes close as my chin goes up, his other hand pressing into my back, demanding even more from me.
There’s something intoxicating about this, something wildly vulnerable about being naked while he’s clothed.
Something irresistible about being told when and how I’m going to come. Being told what he’s going to do to me, even as every sinful word dripping from his lips makes my core burn hotter, throb harder.
“Aurora,” he murmurs, so quietly I can barely hear him over my pulse. “When we’re in this room, you’re mine, do you understand?”
I swallow hard, willing myself to answer.
“Your body is mine,” he goes on. “Your luscious lips, your sweet little tits, your pussy practically dripping with anticipation.”
As he says it, he reaches his hand between my legs, and I shudder as the violent jolt that goes through me, a quiet moan escaping my lips.
“Your clit is mine,” he murmurs. “Every orgasm that shakes your body like an earthquake is mine.”
He rubs me through my panties again, my breath coming in uneven, ragged gasps.
“Your ass is mine,” he whispers into my ear, one finger delving into the secret space between my cheeks, still rubbing me through my panties.
My eyes fly open, and now I gasp. Declan just chuckles.
“That thought only makes you wetter, doesn’t it, Aurora?”
I close my eyes again.
No, I lie to myself. No, that sounds dirty and filthy and I would never dream…
I can’t even finish that sentence in my head. It does sound dirty and filthy, but when Declan whispers it like that, the thought makes my knees nearly buckle.
“Say it, Aurora. Say that when we’re in this room, you belong to me.”
“Declan,” I breathe, intensely aware of what I’m promising.
I’m telling him that he can do anything to me. I’m telling him that the hold me has on me is immense, unbreakable.
Even if it’s only in this room, I have a feeling I’ll be coming back here every night.
“Say it,” he growls.
“I belong to you,” I whisper.
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