Double Dirty Royals: An MFM Menage Romance Page 7

  Then they both come at once, and I swallow again and again, sucking Dom dry as Bruno hammers my pussy, filling me with spurt after spurt. I lick and slurp at Dom, cleaning him off, desperate to swallow every single drop until he finally pulls me back.

  Bruno lifts me off of him so I’m on my hands and knees on the bed, and I frown for a moment, looking from Dom to Bruno.

  They’re both still hard.

  “You look confused, Princess,” Dom says.

  “I thought they were supposed to get soft?” I say, Bruno’s seed dripping out of me, slowly.

  He just chuckles.

  “Not yet,” he says.

  They both grab me at once, like they’ve coordinated this, turning me around on the bed so now I’m on my hands and knees facing Bruno. He bends down and kisses me deeply.

  “You’re fucking incredible,” he murmurs. “Thank you.”

  “I liked it,” I whisper.

  He pulls back, grinning.

  “Good, because you’re our wicked, dirty girl,” he says, then moves his hand around the back of my head, guiding my lips to his cock. “Now clean it off.”

  It’s slick with both my juices and his, and I know that this is dirty and completely below my station, but there’s something about the way he commands me that makes me go weak in the knees, makes my pussy gush all over again.

  I take the head of his cock into my mouth, tasting myself and him all at once, and as I do Dom slides the tip of his cock from my lips, around my clit, and then back.

  I moan into Bruno’s cock, and Dom takes my hips in his hands, holding me still as he pushes the head of his cock into me.

  For the second time that night, I’m slowly filled, and the pleasure is so intense and extreme that I take Bruno’s cock out of my mouth and just gasp for air, utterly unable to do anything else.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” Dom growls. “You like getting filled up with two thick cocks, one after the other?”

  I just nod as he hilts himself inside me, just a little rough, and I take Bruno’s cock back in my mouth, licking and sucking it clean.

  Dom is a little rougher, a little harder than Bruno was, and he fucks me on my hands and knees, going deep with every stroke, making me moan and whimper as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.

  “You gonna come again, Princess?” Dom growls, thrusting even harder.

  “Yes,” I gasp, before sucking Bruno in again.

  “Good,” he says. “I want you to come for both of us, like a good girl.”

  Just like that, the wave suddenly crashes over me, seizing my body and wracking it. My toes curl and my hands clench on my bedspread. Bruno pulls my head back just a little and then comes into my mouth.

  I come and swallow and come, then I’m vaguely aware of Dom groaning as well, as he pumps me full. I moan as Bruno pulls out of my mouth, pussy still clenching around Dom. I don’t know why but I fucking love that they both came inside me and now I can feel them trickling out.

  It’s like it makes me theirs. Like they own me because they’ve marked me.

  I collapse onto the bed, face-down, and the two of them crawl onto either side of me. I kiss Bruno and them Dom, and neither of them seems to give a damn that I’ve just sucked them both off.

  “Thank you,” Dom whispers. “That was beautiful.”

  “You’re beautiful,” Bruno says.

  I want to say don’t leave, I love you, I want to be yours forever, but I’m already drifting off to sleep in the afterglow.

  I wake up a few hours later. They’ve put me to bed, but I’m alone and they’re leaning down, both kissing me.

  “Don’t,” I murmur.

  “Soon,” Dom says, and then they disappear into the fireplace.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Dominic

  I’ve got no fucking idea what happens at the Council for the next two days, and I don’t even give a shit. I could be signing away San Javier’s sovereignty, telling some bigger country that we’re now theirs, and I don’t care.

  Because I fucking live and breathe Princess Katarina. Bruno and I barely talk, except to talk about her. Whenever I see her: a glimpse, a glance, even when I’m in the back of a crowd and she’s sitting in the throne room, regal and beautiful, she consumes my every waking thought.

  I’m obsessed, possessed, driven by her, and I can tell Bruno feels the same way.

  We sneak into her room again both nights, and the best part of each day is the part when I ease her tight little body onto mine, feel her clench around me, hear the way she moans when I take her. Far from the sweet, innocent girl she is on the outside, our princess can take it a little rough — the harder we fuck her, the more we pull her hair, the harder she comes for us.

  It’s enough to make any sane man lose and his mind, and absolutely forget what diplomatic mission he’s on.

  The third morning, when Bruno and I come into breakfast, her father, King Edward, shoots us a glare. I stop cold in my tracks for an instant, then keep moving. To be honest, I’d forgotten that we shouldn’t be doing this, that Katarina is still technically off-limits to us.

  It didn’t even occur to me that the sound of her screaming our names might carry through the castle walls.

  After we take our seats, Sven walks in, the buttons on his shirt straining a little, looking smug and greasy. The King gestures at the chair next to Katarina — seats are assigned, seats are always assigned — and Sven sits in it, then looks at our princess like she’s a meal.

  I grip my knife in my hand, my knuckles going white. No one else fucking looks at our Katarina like that. Not our sweet, dirty girl.

  I push my chair back, nearly blinded with possessive rage, ready to stand and give Prince Sven a piece of my mind, but Bruno clears his throat, his eyes flashing.

  “Dom,” he says.

  The muscles in his jaw are working, and his knuckles are white on his silverware too, but he lifts a bite of eggs to his mouth, and most importantly, doesn’t nearly stab someone. I take a deep breath, loosen my grip, and come back to the table.

  No one else has noticed.

  “Not now, not here,” Bruno murmurs. “This is a civilized place. I don’t like it either, but he’s allowed to sit next to her at a table.”

  “Did you see how he looked at her?” I growl, hacking into a sausage.

  “Dom,” he says, lowering his voice even more. “I want to blacken both his eyes for the way he just looked at her, but what do you think would happen if you tried something? There are guards everywhere. You’d be lucky to land two punches before being pulled off by ten men and thrown in a dungeon.”

  He’s right, and I know that even if I think I could fight off ten trained men, I probably couldn’t. But I’m still raging, and I know he is too.

  “Besides,” he murmurs, the voice of reason. “I trust our princess.”

  I hadn’t even thought of that. Of course I know Katarina doesn’t want Sven, no matter what her father says.

  I look up and glance across the room. Katarina’s looking right at us, even though Sven is going on and on about something, right next to her.

  She smiles, and her smile is full of promise.

  I still want Sven ridden out of the country, but I relax a little. She’s ours, and he isn’t going to change that.

  After breakfast, we all file out of the room. There’s a symposium on the challenges of welcoming immigrants into a homogeneous culture across the palace, and we all walk there together, though I’ve got my eyes on the Princess, her form fifty feet ahead of us as she talks to her younger sister, Alexandra.

  Then, she says something to her sister, puts one hand on her arm, and turns right, down a side hallway. As she does, she looks straight at Bruno and me.

  We don’t have to be told twice, and follow her down the hall. Rage is still simmering through my veins — not at her, at Sven — making me feel feral and primal.

  It leads to a tower, and we can just barely see her skirt in front of us as she
climbs the spiral stone stairs into a part of the castle I’ve never been to before. At the top, she disappears through a big, wooden door.

  I’m already rock-hard when we walk through, shutting it behind us. It’s a spare room, just a few armchairs and a desk.

  “I can’t stand him,” she says, her eyes flashing. “My parents want me to—”

  I close the distance between us and cover her mouth with mine, cutting her off. Instantly she yields to me, her body practically melting into mine as she submits. A moment later Bruno pulls her to him and kisses her as well, and as he does I slide my hands under her skirt, between her legs.

  She’s not wearing panties.

  “He doesn’t matter,” I growl in her ear, pushing two fingers into her tight entrance. “We know you belong to us.”

  Katarina moans.

  “Is that why you’re fucking wet and not wearing panties?” I ask.

  Across her, Bruno grins.

  “Because you couldn’t wait until tonight to get fucked again?”

  I take my fingers from her pussy and slide them to her back hole, making her gasp. I circle it slowly and then insert my finger to the first knuckle, just barely inside the tight ring of muscle, and Katarina exhales.

  I still haven’t taken her ass, but I will. She was a virgin just a few days ago, and no matter how ready or willing she is, it takes a little patience.

  But I’m rock hard and aching, just thinking about that tight virgin hole. I don’t begrudge Bruno taking her virginity, but the thought of being the first man inside her ass is such a turn on that I nearly come just thinking about it sometimes.

  “I know you’re a princess,” I murmur in her ear. “I know you’ve got duties, and I know I can’t punch him in his goddamn face every time I see him, but there’s something I want you to do.”

  I slide my finger in a little more. Bruno lifts her skirt, and I can feel his hand circling her clit slowly, working it.

  “Anything,” Katarina breathes.

  “When Sven talks to you, I want you to think about my big, thick cock fucking your tight little asshole,” I say. “I want you to think about how good it’s going to feel to have me inside you like that.”

  I slide my finger in a little further.

  “Yes,” she moans.

  “Good,” I say, and pull my fingers out. “Now lie down on that table, because we’re going to fuck you.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Bruno

  Katarina does as she’s told. She always does, at least when it’s us, and in seconds, she’s on her back on the desk, skirt above her hips, her wide blue eyes looking at me.

  Dom’s standing between her legs, already pulling his cock out of his pants, stroking it hard and staring at her wet pussy. She looks up at me and bites her lip, then reaches for my cock, unzipping my fly.

  It springs out, and I pull her until her head is off the desk, leaning backward, and I stroke her throat. Last night, just as she came, she nearly deep throated me, and it’s all I’ve thought about ever since. I want her to swallow my cock so I can see the bulge in her pretty throat as she takes me as deep as she can.

  I fucking love making her ours in every single way we can. I love the way her body belongs to us, how all of her is completely available, even if we haven’t taken it yet.

  And more than anything, I love making her feel so good she can barely think.

  “I need you now,” she says to both of us, and our princess doesn’t have to ask twice. Dom inhales sharply, teasing her clit with the head of his cock as I put mine to Katarina’s lips. She opens her mouth and sucks me in, her tongue moving against the head.

  It’s fucking incredible how this feels, how quickly she went from our sweet, innocent virgin to our sex goddess, and there’s something about knowing that it’s only for us that makes me like it even better.

  Dom puts her knees over his shoulders, and then groans as he enters her, getting as deep as he can on the first thrust. Katarina moans around my cock, sucking and licking, her mouth working around me.

  We’re in control. She’s lying on a desk, getting fucked from both ends, and if that’s not submission I don’t know what is. I pull my cock out of her mouth and she reaches up, putting her hands on my hips, her breath coming in fast gasps as her tongue traces a circle around the head of my cock before she sucks it back in.

  I hit the back of her mouth almost instantly and groan. I’m way too big for her, but she’s warm and wet and tight and watching her like this is fucking perfect. I reach into the neck of her dress, beneath her bra, and squeeze her breasts as she sucks me, pinching her nipples.

  Dom’s fucking her slow, obviously holding back, and she’s moaning softly as I enter her mouth again, and hit the back of it. But then her hands on my hips pull me in, harder, and Katarina takes a deep breath.

  Then she does something, swallows and relaxes and suddenly my cock pushes into her throat, hot and wet and tight, so good I nearly come right then.

  “Jesus, Princess,” I gasp, her lips at the base of my shaft, her throat bulging out as she takes me in. I pause for a moment, my cock down her throat, because I don’t want to come just yet.

  Dom looks over as I pull back, just to the edge, then push myself deep again before pulling out. Katarina sucks in a long, deep breath, still slurping and sucking my cock as it comes out of her mouth.

  “Harder,” she moans. “Please.”

  She doesn’t have to ask twice, and I put one hand on her throat and push my cock down as she swallows me. Dom’s pounding her now, rubbing her clit with one thumb, both of us deep inside our princess at the same time.

  Every time I pull out of her throat to let her breathe she’s moaning louder, gasping for air, and then I push myself deep one more time just as Dom hammers into her and she comes, the muscles in her throat constricting and tightening. Her fingers dig into my hips, her toes over Dom’s shoulders curl.

  It’s fucking beautiful, and I come almost instantly, shooting myself down my princess’s throat. She swallows again and again, then licks and slurps at me as I pull out, getting every last drop as Dom grunts and hilts himself in her furiously.

  I bend down and kiss Katarina, even though she’s upside down, my hand still inside her dress. She holds my head tenderly, and when I end the kiss, she whispers to me.

  “Did you like that?” she says, a slow, coy smile on her face.

  “I fucking loved it,” I answer.

  “I did too,” she whispers.

  I straighten. Dom pulls his cock out of her, and a moment later, pulls two fingers from her asshole. Katarina sighs, and we pull her to sitting on the desk. Her pussy is bare against it, her skirt still hiked around her waist, but she pulls Dom in for a long, slow kiss, then does the same to me.

  “Thanks for that,” she murmurs. “I needed it.”

  “It hasn’t even been twelve hours,” Dom murmurs.

  Katarina bites her lip and blushes.

  “I know,” she murmurs. “I just... I can’t get enough of you.”

  I kiss her again, buttoning my pants, because someone might have missed us by now.

  “Tonight,” I whisper.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Katarina

  I look at myself in the mirror, biting my lip. I’m wearing the very sexiest thing I could find to wear, but it’s just a white camisole and a thong. I can see my nipples through the thin fabric, but I want to look sexier for them.

  I want to look like they make me feel — a long, empty ache, desperate for them to fill me.

  I swallow hard, eyes drifting closed. I’m thinking again about Dom’s fingers in my ass, the way they both sometimes fuck my back hole with their fingers while they fill my pussy. A week ago, the thought of having a cock in my ass didn’t interest me at all, but now it’s all I can think about.

  And then... taking both of them at once. It sounds completely insane, like it’s physically impossible, but just thinking about it turns me on so much it hurts.

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nbsp; Before I know it, I’ve got a hand inside my thong, my fingers in my pussy, the heel of my palm rubbing against my clit. I take a few steps backward and sit in a chair, tilting my head back against the cushions, rubbing myself furiously.

  The fireplace opens moments before I’m about to come, and I freeze. I’d been imagining Dom, holding me face down on my bed, telling me I was his dirty princess as he entered my ass slowly, and I’ve got one hand in my pussy and the other on my breast, pinching my nipple.

  They step through, and then Dom and Bruno both grin, already taking off their shirts. I pull my hands off myself, and even though I know being embarrassed that I got caught masturbating is stupid, I can feel myself blush.

  “Did we take too long?” Bruno murmurs.

  “I was just... thinking,” I say, suddenly demure.

  They both come over to me, and Bruno pulls me until I’m lying across the chair, my legs over one arm, and in one motion he pulls my tiny thong off and pushes my legs open.

  “What were you thinking about?” Dom asks me, his voice a low growl, kneeling next to where my head is on the other arm of the chair.

  Bruno kisses the inside of one knee.

  “You,” I say, still feeling strangely shy.

  Bruno’s mouth moves up, and he flicks his tongue across my clit once, a quick swipe, and my body jolts.

  “What about us?” Dom asks.

  Bruno licks faster, harder, his tongue steady and rough, and my eyes start to drift shut. Dom reaches out and rubs his hand across one nipple, making my back arch.

  “I was thinking about you fucking me,” I say. “And how good it feels when you fuck me, how good it felt today when you fucked me with your fingers in my ass.”

  On cue, Bruno swipes two fingers through my wetness, then trails them downward to my tight, puckered back hole, and circles it.

  “What else?” Dom asks, pinching harder.

  I swallow, and Bruno slides a single finger into my ass, just up to the first knuckle.