Love You, Princey

Love You, Princey


Alana's POV

After a long stressful day, we headed home. Gerald had to return to work for his shift, promising to be here in the morning. Ryan was already back, staring at me from the balcony of our room as I was getting out of the car.

I walked my sister to her room and as I made her shower, I was making personal arrangements for a nurse, her personal maids that would service her and everything else she needed.

We had dinner together and after, I sat her down for a quick talk.

“Amanda, I want you to listen to me, everything I'm saying now.”

“Listening.”

“First, you're staying here. Or you can pick another room of your choosing. A lot of things are going to change for you, and I promise it's only to make you feel better. You'd like to feel better for the baby, right?”

“More than anything.”

“Good, so please try. Have you taken your insulin yet? I saw you take it in the bathroom with you earlier.”

“I forgot. Let me do it right now.” She rushed to get it and in my presence, took her appropriate doze.

“I'm going to dip now, I'm really tired.”

I didn't trust her, so I tucked her in bed and stayed with her until she was eventually snoring. Yup, she was definitely asleep. I heaved a heavy sigh of relief as I walked back to my room.

Ryan was on his phone, but he dropped it the second I walked in.

“How are you? Come sit here.” He tapped on a spot close to him and as I walked there, I was telling him everything.

“Stressed. Really stressed. But at least my sister is asleep now. I'll tell you all the main details in the morning.”

“Alright. I get it. You should get some rest, babe.” His voice sounded cooler and I couldn't help but smile.

“No, I didn't say I was tired. Too tired to be appreciated tonight.” My coy smile adorned my face, and he stared, caught it and understood. Still he shook his head, refusing my advances.

“No, you should really rest. You don't have to do it for me.”

“Who cares about you? Who says I'm doing anything for you? It's always all about me.”

“Yeah, right.” He went back to his phone and fuck, I loved the challenge.

“So you're not going to lay your hands on me? You're not going to touch me, Ryan?”

“Precisely, wifey.” I let out a tiny chuckle. After the day's trouble, getting fucked would heal me and he thought the exact opposite would? Hell no. I rose up from the bed as dramatically as I could and heading to the bathroom, I warned Ryan.

“You better follow me into that bathroom or we are gonna have problems, future husband.”

I seductively walked slowly, got into the bathroom, and waited. I waited for like two minutes, no sign of him. So he was rejecting me? Interesting.

I was gonna deny this man so much sex–

There he was.. The door opened up.

Before I could catch my next breath, his hand had wrapped around my throat, and he was kissing the hell out of me.

“Sometimes you do crazy things that make me so fucking hard while pissing me the fuck off. You asked for it.” He roared into my mouth, pushing his tongue past and having me suck it aggressively, but I was no pushover. I couldn't get any tighter, but I needed to. I wanted to be glued to his skin. He tasted like berries. We fought for dominance in that bathroom, our kisses the filthiest.

Soon we were both struggling to get our clothes off each other, the need to get naked, the need to be skin to skin burning us both.

As we got naked, his hands were all over me, his teeth, all over my skin, doing what he knew best. Marking me aggressively, hickeys everywhere. He touched me like he hated me, and I loved it. My moans were the loudest as he wrecked me.

Finally, we were naked. He picked me up, had me against the walls and we got under the shower. Two seconds in, and his dick had reached the depths of my stomach. It consumed me, I struggled to breathe, I shuddered above him, his little teasing grunts driving me insane.

“Warned you.” He said, then he began to thrust deep inside me, in and out, in and out, and I swear I was dying. I couldn't see anymore, my eyes spun until they were tired, I screamed until my throat dried, but he didn't stop, and I knew heaven couldn't possibly be better than this.

I would pick Ryan fucking me like a whore over going there at this point. He ruined me. He tore me. He ripped me apart this time for sure.

Good thing he was marrying me. I died for his strong groans and moans as he wrecked me, like he couldn't live with it me, like he couldn't imagine life without fucking me, like he lived for this.

“Fuck, you're so damn sexy!”

“I can't believe I'm gonna make you my wife!”

“Oh God, you've fucked me up. You've successfully made me go crazy. I fucking love you, I love your face, your pussy, I love your heart, mind and soul!”

The praises didn't stop, and soon, the sudden build up of my orgasm exploded through me, and I fell limp on his arms, tired as hell. I rode on it, him still balls deep inside me, fucking me up completely.

I grabbed his face and kissed him hard for such a beautiful orgasm and just then, he spilled inside me. My eyes rolled back as I threw my head back, completely tired, soaked to the brim, breathing heavily.

“Jesus Christ, this woman has rendered me hopeless after all. Fucking fuck!” He yelled, filling me up.

“You're the best thing that ever happened to me, in case you don't know.” I told him, post coital, with a different glow above us. All was right with the world even though bad things kept happening to us.

“Nah, it's the opposite. It's all you. You make me. You make me a better person. You make me love. I don't know what I would've done if I never met you, or met you again.”

We shared a long kiss, then he lathered us before taking us out of the bathroom. I came out freshly fucked, tired but really happy.

As he dropped me on top of the bed, I realized that this was the first real possibility of getting pregnant. I wonder if he remembered.

He offered to dress me up but I declined, wanting to cuddle naked. He got in bed with me, and we just stayed up, cuddling and gisting. I loved times like this.

“You know, I was so serious. We would've had genuine issues if you didn't come in with me.”

“Yeah, I believed you, so I had to come make sure I was still in charge, not you, little wifey.”

I rolled my eyes, my pussy actually beginning to hurt a little.

“Proud of yourself for completely knocking me out?”

“I would once you're asleep.”

“Yeah, I should get some. Goodnight. Better join me and don't go back to work once I'm asleep or I won't forgive you.”

“Love you, Princess.”

“Love you, Princey.”