Princely Passions: A Royal Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Fuck, even using just her mouth she is more perfect than anyone else. There’s already a fire raging inside my body, and I know that it won’t take long for me to erupt like a fucking volcano. She senses it too, judging by the furious speed with which she starts to suck on me.

  “Fuck…” I growl, thrusting my hips upward as my cock starts to spasm, filling Daphne’s mouth with my cum. I close my eyes and grit my teeth as my cock keep on convulsing, my whole body as tense as the pulled string of a bow. I remain like that for what seems like an eternity, pleasure coursing through me like a fucking drug.

  I open my eyes and take a deep breath, feeling my heart start to beat more slowly inside my chest. Only then does Daphne pull out, her eyes locking on mine. With a devious grin, she winks at me and fucking swallows.

  Fucking hell, this girl is perfect.

  16

  Abby Adams: Sinfully Satisfied?

  I’m Abigail Adams, and here’s what Abby’s hearing...

  Well, Prince Sin certainly seems to be turning around his life, doesn’t he?

  If you’re a New Yorker, then you’re bound to have noticed him around town. And that lady friend of his…

  That’s right. Sorry, all you single ladies (and married ones too). The Prince looks like he might be off the market. You heard it here, Prince Sin may have a plus one.

  And maybe that’s why he’s turning his life around. Despite the fact that he completely blew off a charity event on Staten Island and the reporters that were camped out waiting to cover him, our spies tell us it was actually because the boat got turned around. And why did it get turned around, you ask? Because the Prince dove into the water, to save a little boy that fell overboard.

  You read that right. Sin is now saving lives. But apparently, he wanted to keep that quiet for some reason. Not sure why, but it’s out now….

  And just who is this mystery woman? Well, once again, we’re not completely sure, but what my spies are telling me is that she used to be an exotic dancer. Yup, an exotic dancer - you read that just right. But she doesn’t seem to be doing shows anymore, unless she’s stripping for His Highness himself. I have no doubt what she uses as the pole…

  Not much else is really that unique about her, and believe me, I’ve asked around. She seems like a regular everyday girl next door. But maybe the most important thing - I think she’s starting to tame the world’s most infamous bad boy. And who knows, I think maybe they’re even falling in love…

  And it’s obvious the Prince really likes his new squeeze. You only had to tune into CBC yesterday to see his…ahem, physical reaction to her presence…

  Which means that this girl actually did find her fairy tale Prince. Let’s hope that he doesn’t turn out to be a frog…

  We’ll just have to wait and see. Until then, I’m Abby signing out. Keep your ears open, New York…

  17

  Alicia

  “And it’s my utmost desire that the shelter brings some safety and happiness to the animals that suffer out there in the world,” Derrick says to a group of journalists and spectators. “Because we all know what happens to dogs that go around humping everything.”

  There’s a round of laughter and clapping from the assembled crowd. People take pictures and the mayor is shaking Derrick’ hand. He looks over to me and gives me a smile. I smile back, looking at his profile on the stage.

  God, he’s so hot. I feel my panties get wet just looking at him and wondering when I can unbutton that shirt so I can run my hands down his abs. Then I’d unbuckle his belt and lower his pants. I’d cup his balls in one hand as I stroke his giant cock with another. I’d squeeze his shaft as I looked him in the eyes. He’d suck on my nipples and squeeze my ass. He’d kiss my neck and I’d run my tongue all over his pecs and his abs.

  Oh, my.

  What was I even talking about?

  Who cares. I’m in a whole new world with this man.

  Who protects me like no one else ever did. When I finally told Derrick about what Jake had done to my apartment, Derrick called in some favors. Then, an hour later, he told Jake wouldn’t be in the city much longer. I don’t know what that means. I don’t really even care.

  I’m so preoccupied with Derrick Blaine. He completely envelops my world.

  Right. Derrick is pulling me up on stage and putting his hand on my back. I smile at the crowd, but Derrick pulls me close and kisses me. Hard.

  The reporters are taking pictures and I’m glad I wore my nice dress today.

  God, if this is Prince Sin, then I’m a wicked woman.

  “When did you first come to New York?” I ask Derrick as we cross Columbus Circle and into Central Park. Considering how nice of a day it was, we decided to walk from the Upper West Side through Central Park.

  “My dad brought me here when I was thirteen,” Derrick says. “My mom was sick. He checked her into a hospital. It was maybe the only time in my life I’ve seen that bastard take care of my mother.”

  There’s anger in his voice and I see his eyes flash. I squeeze his hand and he looks back at me, coming back from wherever he went.

  “And you moved here after that?” I ask.

  “I came to New York after Afghanistan, love,” Derrick says looking at me. “I didn’t want to spend one minute longer than I needed to with that fucking asshole after high school so I enlisted in the Military Academy and then went to fight in the war. Afterwards, I came here.”

  “The King being the fucking asshole?” I ask.

  He nods.

  “He can’t be that bad?” I ask, not knowing why he’s so angry.

  Derrick’ eyes grow dark. “No, love?” he asks me. “He neglected my mother all throughout her cancer. He fucking cheated on her. He would have divorced her. Fuck me, he brought her to New York City and checked her into a hospital and then left her here to die. He didn’t even care that she died without him by her side after he drove her to death.”

  I’m silent, looking ahead as we stop. Derrick continues. “She never had a chance to fight the fucking cancer after the hell he put her through.”

  He pauses and I see anguish in his face. “I’ve asked people in the Royal Court. My father spent a pittance on research. If it were you,” he says to me, looking at me. “If you were sick, I would spend every last fucking cent I had to get you fucking better.”

  We’ve meandered off the path and we’re surrounded by trees. I know we’re close to Strawberry Fields but I can’t see anyone at all.

  I look at Derrick and he’s still staring at me. God, that look he has. This bad boy, this alpha male, is staring at me with his soulful eyes.

  All of a sudden, all I want to do is forget the world with him.

  I want to fuck him.

  There. I said it. I said fuck. That’s what I want to do to Derrick.

  Right. Now.

  His shirt is hugging every corner and crevice of his muscles. I know I’m staring, but I don’t care anymore.

  “I want you,” the words are low and soft, but my thoughts are aggressive and forceful.

  “What?” He asks, looking over his shoulders.

  “You heard me. I want you,” I repeat myself, licking my lips because I know it drives him crazy.

  “Now?” He asks with wide eyes.

  “Right fucking now,” I squint my eyes.

  For a second he just looks at me and I think he’s contemplating his options, but then he charges towards me, gripping the nape of my neck ferociously as he takes my mouth, swooping his tongue around. Forcing me backwards, my legs scurry until I feel a rough hard surface against my back. Glancing sideways I can tell he’s pinned me to a tree. Actually, we’re surrounded by them, and although we can hear voices, we can’t see anyone.

  “Fuck me, Derrick,” the words roll off my tongue and without hesitation, he lifts me into the air, my legs instantly wrapping around him as he pulls my hair back to attack my neck with that mouth.

  Our bodies are fighting as we both rush to feel each other,
our addictions growing quite lethal.

  “Fucking hell,” he growls, reaching below my dress. I hear the lace tear as I scramble my hands on his belt buckle, working to free his rock hard length. The wind is cool on my wet sex, the breeze hitting me naked bottom since Derrick is lifting my dress readying me for him.

  “Fucking do it!” He growls as I fumble with his belt from this weird angle. Finally, I unzip his pants and his cock falls heavily into my waiting hand. The instant I touch him he groans deeply before adjusting my hips so his head is right at my opening. Holding still, he looks deeply in my eyes. There’s something he wants to tell me, but I can’t be sure what it is. Sometimes I feel like he’s seeing right through me, reading through all my lies. It’s like he knows who I really am, and he’s just pretending to go along with everything. Maybe that’s wishful thinking.

  What do you mean a guilty conscience? You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.

  “Give me a kiss,” he whispers and I smirk in astonishment. He’s preparing to ravish me, I can see it in his eyes, but he’s so gentle just before entering me.

  “You never ask,” I tilt my head, my hands locked behind his neck.

  “I’m asking now,” he smirks and I lean in to kiss him ever so slowly, our lips locked in a sensual passion as our tongues dance together in perfect harmony.

  Derrick slides into me slowly, I gasp into his mouth and he swallows it, lifting me by my waist as I curve my back and swivel my hips so that I’m waving onto his manhood. It’s the slowest we’ve ever been, and its nothing short of incredible, I feel every inch of him, all eleven, as he groans in my mouth while thrusting forward.

  My fingers clasp the short hairs at the base of his neck, my legs squeezing his midsection. Derrick has one hand in my hair, directing my head to control my mouth, while the other roams between massaging my breast and lifting my body at my hip. Using my arms and legs, I’m riding him on my own, pressing my ass against the tree for leverage.

  “Derrick, baby, yes!” I moan in his ear before nibbling his soft skin and tugging at his earlobe. Tracing his ear with my tongue, I moan seductively, which I know drives him wild.

  “Fuck!” He bites out as his hands drop to my waist, his body pushing for his climax. I grip tightly as he pounds into me harder with each thrust, his massive cock filling me to my max.

  “Right there!” I beg. My hips are tilted at the perfect angle and he’s hitting my hotspot over and over. God, he feels amazing.

  “Faster,” I plead and he instantly kicks into overdrive, his hands tightly grasping my hips, pulling me roughly into his hard pelvis.

  “You want me to fuck you?” He growls.

  “Yes, baby,” I moan and he fucks me even harder, pumping me full of hard cock until an orgasm sneaks up on me out of nowhere. Covering my mouth to conceal my cries, I’m shocked when Derrick puts me down on the ground. Without a word, he turns me around and places my hands on the tree trunk and I know to hold on. I hear him behind me before he lifts my hips, sliding me back onto his steel erection.

  “Oh, I’ll fuck you, baby,” he growls before slamming into me, easing out and slamming back. Lifting onto my tippy toes, I push off of the tree to collide with him, his pelvis causing my ass to shake violently.

  “Oh God!” I moan. I love him slow, I love him rough.

  Wait. I was talking about the sex. Don’t go putting words in my mouth. I don’t mean I love Derrick. I mean, I don’t know what I mean. He feels incredible and that’s what I’m talking about now. Don’t get me off topic.

  “Take it, baby,” he growls, his pace quickening even further. My body is building for another orgasm, and I’m trying to prepare myself so I don’t yell so loudly this time. We are outside, in a public park, in New York fucking City, for Christ’s sake.

  “Yes! Derrick! Yes!” I moan, my head going lower and lower, the angle of him hitting my front vaginal wall is just too fucking good. My right leg wanders into the air and he grips it with one hand, so now I’ve got to balance on one high heel donned foot.

  “You’re so fucking sexy!” He bites out and my climax takes over. I try to keep it to moans, but a few yelps slip through the cracks, it just feels too good. My pleasure always turns him on, and I can tell by his lack of control that he’s on the edge of exploding himself. His hips are rocking into me with no regard, his hands so tightly gripped I know they’ll leave a mark. Turning to look over my shoulder, I catch his eye as he rocks in and out of me quickly. The second I lick my lips his eyes wash over with lust, and his lids close slowly as his head falls back in ecstasy.

  He growls loudly when he stills in me. I can feel his cock jerking and pumping out his spunk. He cums so fucking much! I keep milking him, clenching my pussy around him, sliding back and forth, on and off his trembling length.

  “Take it all,” he growls, pushing his hips into me while squeezing my ass. His pelvis keeps thrusting forward until his cock is completely still, and then he pulls out of me slowly.

  Pulling me back to a standing position, he kisses me fiercely, leaving me panting when he pulls away.

  “You’re fucking perfect,” is all he says before squatting down between my legs. Removing a handkerchief from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he gently wipes between my legs.

  “Thank you,” I blush. The way he cares for me after ravishing my pussy is almost more intimate than the sex itself.

  “I’ll always take care of you, love,” he says sternly, looking through me in the way that makes me a bit uneasy.

  “And I’ll always take care of you,” I smile. And I mean it. I do care about him, and don’t go giving me that look. I don’t know what it means yet, but he’s not out on a limb alone. I’m there with him in some way, I’m just not sure what that way is just yet.

  “I believe you.” He assures me and it does actually put me at rest a bit.

  “Can we get lunch?” I ask.

  “We can do whatever you want,” his eyes look heavy, but not in a tired way. There’s something more but I can’t be sure what it is.

  Delicately removing bits of bark from my hair, he straightens my dress, smoothing out the part he’s rumbled by grabbing my breast. Tucking my ripped lace panties into his suit pocket, he winks at me and I know I blush.

  Lifting on my toes, I straighten his collar, and smooth down his shirt before running my hands through his tousled hair. Checking each other out, we glance up and down before nodding our approval.

  “Ready?” He asks, extending his hand, and I smile, interlocking our fingers before continuing our walk through the park. Knowing how crazy we just were together while no one in the park except us knows is the most erotic and sexy thing ever. I keep glancing up at him as we walk in silence, and I’m quite sure he’s thinking the same thing.

  I’m trying to finish my article for the Abigail Adams page tomorrow. The mind numbing orgasm in Central Park was yesterday and I’ve spent all day today trying to finish up the Abigail Adams piece that I need to turn in before 6 pm.

  I never thought I’d have trouble writing Abby, you know? I mean, it’s only something I’ve always imagined about once I started at News of the Times. You can’t get any higher as a journalist at that newspaper than the Abby section. And even as much as I want to one day write my own column for The New York Times, I’m so happy to be given this many feature stories on Abigail Adams.

  The only problem is that I’ve gone through ten drafts. And thrown all of them away.

  I sigh and slump back on my seat. I’ve been trying to put together an article since I woke up. It’s already noon, and I’m still wearing the robe I slipped on my naked body when I woke up next to Derrick. I’m in my room. I refuse to see Derrick because I’ll feel really bad looking at him as I write about him.

  Especially since he doesn’t even know. He still thinks he’s reforming a stripper. He doesn’t even know my real name.

  I know. I know.

  Stop looking at me like that. Please.

 
I feel terrible. Every day I’m worried that he’s going to find out. That something is going to happen. That I’m going to lose him once he finds out.

  Because for the first time, a man is more important to me than my career.

  I mean, at least not hurting a man is more important. I think it would be for most people.

  Which makes me, like, a terrible human being doesn't it?

  I think back to Central Park and the sex we had there - anyone could have discovered us! It’s a wonder that no one walked by.

  How did we even start?

  Oh right. It was me.

  I mean, I’m not normally like that, am I? Everything you’ve seen since I met Derrick should tell you I’m not that kind of girl.

  Only I’m becoming one. For him.

  And all it took was him talking about his dad. I scrunch my face. His dad sounded really horrible.

  I get distracted and start Googling King Leopold I of St. Livy.

  I also pull up a database search on the database for The News of the Times.

  I begin to compile as many articles and data and decide to go get some coffee.

  Derrick is going out to the gym. He looks at me. “Still working?” he asks.

  “Yup,” I say eyeing him. He’s wearing basketball shorts. That’s it. He's shirtless. I want to jump his bones right now.

  As if sensing my thoughts, Derrick looks at me wolfishly. “Want to take a break?”

  God. I want him to push me against the wall and take me. I want to throw him on the ground and impale myself on that tree trunk of a cock he’s got swinging between his legs. He makes me cum so hard. I’m becoming a slave to my desire for his cock.

  But I have reports waiting. Reports about his father.

  I smile back at him.

  “Later,” I say to him, smiling. Derrick shrugs and tells me he’s going to the gym.

  I wonder if he exercises his cock too. Is that even possible?

  Stop it Alicia! This is crazy!