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Title: Finding His Princess
Series: Filthy Fairy Tales Book 1
Author: Parker Grey
Release Date: July 25, 2017
  I don’t even know her name, but I swear I’ll find her and claim her as mine.   Ten seconds.   That’s how long it took for me to decide that this early-morning diner waitress was going to be the next lucky girl to hop onto my princely d*ck. Yeah, I was hungover as f*ck and still wearing last night’s tuxedo, but that’s never exactly been a problem.   Most of the time I don’t even have to ask. His Royal Hardness has a reputation that precedes the rest of me, though not by much -- and girls from all over the kingdom and just dying for a ride.   Not her.   This girl runs away, and I’m left standing there like an *sshole. Now all I’ve got is the memory of her perfect body, luscious lips, and devious smile -- but not her name.   To make matters worse, my father is insisting that I settle down and stop embarrassing him, so he issues an ultimatum: find a wife, or else.   I know exactly who I want.   But first I have to find her. Finding His Princess is a very steamy, cheesy, and over-the-top Cinderella story that’ll melt your kindle and your heart!     “Say it again,” he commands. I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall, biting my lip. “I’m a virgin,” I whisper. “Again.” “I’m a virgin?” His lips are back on me, moving from my collarbone down my chest, along the fairly low neckline of my dress. “Good,” he says. “Because I want to be the first man to taste you.” Grayson reaches under my dress, through the open back, and unhooks my strapless bra with one hand, pulling it out and tossing it into a corner. “I want to be the first man to hear you moan as I pleasure you,” he says, taking a nipple in his teeth through my dress. I gasp, my hands on his head, in his hair. “I want to be the first man to undress you, taste your sweet honey, and fuck you with my tongue while you come,” he murmurs. My toes curl in my shoes. No one’s ever talked to me this way, and I never imagined that anyone would, but my panties are soaked completely through right now. I can feel myself absolutely throbbing with desire, and the lower he moves, the more I want him. “And I want to be the first man to feel you come while I fuck your sweet little pussy,” he finishes. I’m speechless. I have no idea how to respond to that — what do I say, sounds good? — But Grayson is already on his knees in front of me, his hands squeezing and kneading my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I moan, despite myself, and he chuckles, his mouth grazing my lower belly, my hip, and then at least, his lips brushing over my mound, all through my dress. I wobble in my sparkly shoes, and he pushes his hands up my dress, along my legs, until he reaches my panties. Then he tugs them down until they’re around my ankles, and I wobble again trying to get them off. The moment they’re in the corner, next to my discarded bra, Grayson’s fingers are stroking up my inner thigh, brushing the crease where it meets my hip. His fingers are rough and gentle, all at once, and he slides them between my folds while I’m still standing, instantly finding my pleasure button. I just grab his hair a little harder and hold on, head thrown back, biting my lip, and I swear he growls. “You like that, kitten?” he murmurs, his fingers moving faster in my slick wetness. “Yes,” I gasp out, even though I can’t believe I’m doing this. Grayson shoves my skirt up higher, and now he’s holding it up over my hips. I’m totally exposed, in this small hallway inside the Royal Palace, the only thing covering the crown prince’s face. “You like being touched in public,” he says, his voice low, dangerous, and inches from my pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me, kitten, and I want to lick every drop of honey from your sweet little cunt.” I just moan. Ten minutes ago I’d have been shocked that someone said that to me, but right now I just want more. More of his fingers, more of his tongue, more of… him. “Please, Grayson,” I whimper. He chuckles, and suddenly I feel his tongue on me, sliding into my cleft, and I force myself to loosen my grip on his hair as I turn my head to one side. Don’t make too much noise, I remind myself. Everyone will be able to hear you… Suddenly, Grayson grabs one leg and hoists it over his shoulder, spreading my thighs apart right in front of his face. I gasp, wobbling on the other leg, but his strong, firm hands keep me upright even as he groans in pleasure. Instantly, his tongue is on my clit, flicking it in a slow, lazy circle as his fingers stroke my dripping entrance, gently moving back and forth across my swollen, drooling lips. I forget where I am, or that I’m standing on a single high heel. I forget absolutely everything except the prince’s mouth on me and how fucking incredible it feels. “Grayson,” I whisper. “Oh my God, that feels so good.” He licks me harder, faster, his tongue doing total magic on me as his finger slide between my wet lips, teasing me even more. I bite my lip almost hard enough to draw blood, because I want to scream. I want to beg him to fuck me right here, right now. I want him to stretch me with his fingers and then I want him to bend me over and take me hard and deep standing against this wall. I don’t care that everyone in the ballroom can probably hear us, and I don’t care that the doormen right outside almost certainly know what’s going on in here. One finger enters me, slowly, gently, and Grayson strokes the sensitive front wall of my pussy with it, in time with his tongue. It feels so good I nearly scream, one fist to my mouth so I don’t make too much noise. “Please,” I beg. “Please, Grayson, please.”  


    I write obsessed, dominant, alpha heroes who stop at nothing to get their women - and get them dirty! I can be found driving around my small, southern town in either my minivan or hubby’s pickup truck. No one here is the wiser about my secret writing life… and I definitely prefer it that way! Want to get my short novella Dirty Princess for FREE? Join my mailing list!



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