Princely Passions: A Royal Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Dominic keeps his fingers against my G-spot as I cum, sucking eagerly on my nipple at the same time. He only unwraps his lips from my breast when I stop screaming and moaning, the sound of my voice nothing but a whisper now. Sliding his fingers out of my pussy, he takes one step back and looks me in the eye, raising his hand until it’s in front of my face.

  I look at him expectantly, and he just lowers his fingers over my lips, spreading my own fluids over my mouth. I let him do it as my heart drums wildly inside my chest and, when he’s done, I run my tongue over my lips and taste my own wetness, my skin prickling as the sweet flavor of it floods me.

  “Delicious, isn’t it?” he asks me, the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen on his lips. I just look back at him, unable to utter a single word, and nod.

  Biting on my lower lip, I let my knees finally succumb to the weight of my body and I lower myself, kneeling right in front of him. I’ve tasted myself already; now I think it’s time I taste him as well. And, judging by the way he narrows his eyes as he watches me kneel, I dare say he’s thinking exactly the same as me right now.

  Almost growling, I reach for him with both hands and hook them on his shirt; I un-tuck it with frantic tugs, and then I move down to his belt. Unbuckling it in a hurry, my fingers continue their work and I pull his zipper down, my eyes widening as I take in the sight of his cock pushing back against his boxer briefs, its thick shape enough to make my jaw hang open. Even though I’ve already seen how big his cock is (hell, I’ve had him inside of me more than once), I still can’t stop myself from being amazed by his size. I guess that when you’re in front of a wonder of nature, a state of constant amazement is something to be expected.

  Placing the palm of my hand over his bulging shape, I tremble as I feel it pulse against my fingers and then I just curl them around his cock, feeling and appreciating how thick he is. Swear to God, I didn’t even know that regular men could have cocks such as this one. That is, if you consider Dominic to be a regular man. I wouldn’t be surprised if you don't.

  Letting go of his cock, I hook my fingers on his boxer briefs and pull on them, sending both his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles. His cock springs free fast, slapping me across the back of my hand, and I feel my heart tightening into a fist. Without a moment’s hesitation, Dominic kicks off both of his shoes and steps out from his pants; looking down at me, he takes off his jacket and starts unbuttoning his shirt, his ripped chest coming into view inch by inch.

  When he’s finally standing over me completely naked, each inch of his body like a true miracle, I feel as if I’m the luckiest woman on Earth. And, let’s stop pretending: I really am the luckiest woman on Earth. I mean, I’m on my knees while a naked Dominic towers over me…! If that doesn’t make me a lucky woman, I don’t know what does.

  Swallowing down all hesitancy, I reach for his cock and grab his shaft firmly, all while looking him in the eye. “Do it,” he says, caressing my cheek with the back of his fingers.

  “Do what…?” I ask, a grin dawning on my face as I start moving my hand, stroking him at a slowly growing pace.

  “Whatever you want,” he shoots back at me in a fraction of a second, the grin on his lips matching my own. As a reply, I lean toward him, parting my lips and letting my tongue out; I touch the tip of his cock with my tongue and trace slow circles around it, closing my eyes as I savor his manly flavor, a scent of oak and ocean breeze taking me by assault.

  Succumbing to the need, one that urges to have him filling me up, I open my mouth as wide as I can and roll my lips down the length of his shaft. I go all the way down, only stopping when my lips touch the skin at the base of his cock. I hold my position for a few seconds, not even breathing as I feel his heartbeat through the gentle pulses of his cock.

  Slowly, I move my mouth back and then start bobbing it back and forth, stroking him at the same time in a matching rhythm. He lays his hands on my head, feeling the sway of my body, and I up my pace until I’ve surrendered to the fever of lust.

  My head and hand move as one, sucking and stroking him, and I feel more than ready to do it until the very end. Lucky for me, Dominic wants more than to just gush his load inside my mouth and watch me take every single drop.

  Tangling his fingers in my hair, he forces me to stop and pushes my head back until his cock pops out from between my lips with a wet sound. I look up at him, surprised, and he just offers me a smile and pulls me up to my feet. Pushing me back against the wall once more, he tugs my dress down and then takes a step back, his hungry eyes roaming over my almost naked body.

  His hands trail down the side of my body and, hooking one thumb on the string of thong that laces my outer thigh, he pulls on it hard. A ripping sound reaches me at once and, before I can even process what he has done, I feel my thong ripping apart and the fabric sliding off my skin and uncovering my pussy.

  “Much better,” he says, his hands going around my waist and then down to my ass cheeks. He squeezes both of them at the same time, his fingertips digging into my flesh, and then pulls me up and into him. Reacting by instinct, I lace my legs around his waist as he pins me between his body and the wall, the tip of his cock brushing against my pussy lips.

  I don’t even need to guide his cock home; all he has to do is thrust and, faster than I could've blinked, his thickness parts my drenched folds and pushes my inner walls back, lodging itself inside of me as if it had never left.

  “Oh, God… that feels so… so good…” I moan, throwing both of my arms over his shoulders.

  “I know,” he replies and, with that, he starts rocking his hips back and forth, his cock feverishly sliding in and out of my pussy. A string of moans leave my mouth as he fucks me, and I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits with each thrust of his.

  “H-harder,” I stutter, awkwardly trying to buck my hips at him, eager to have him go all out.

  “The lady asks, and the lady gets,” he whispers against my ear, stopping his thrusts and walking toward the bed, carrying me. Without taking his cock out from my pussy, he lowers me over the mattress and then falls on top of me, his chest pressing down on my tits, my nipples feeling as if they’re on fire as they touch his skin.

  Pistoning hard into me, he buries his cock as deep as humanly possible with each thrust of his, my moans now turning into screams. My fingernails have now turned into claws, and I’m running them across the muscles in his back without a rhythm, tracing erratic lines over his skin and leaving him a mark that he can remember me with tomorrow.

  “Is this... hard enough... for you?” he asks me between thrusts, each time he drives his cock deep into me as if someone has driven a nail through my brain. I have to wait a few seconds before I can understand the meaning behind his words, my brain struggling with everything that requires anything logical, and then I finally manage to think of an answer.

  “Harder!” I cry out, my voice shrill and sounding foreign to my own ears. Between you and me, he’s fucking me harder than anything I’ve ever experienced… But I’m curious to see how much harder he can go.

  And oh, he can go so much harder.

  Groaning, he starts moving his hips as if he isn’t human, going so fast that I can’t even tell when his cock is sliding in and out of me. All I know is that my pussy is being completely demolished right now, every single one of my nerve endings working overtime to carry all that information up into my brain.

  My hands fall from his back and I just grab at the sheets under me, my hands turning into fists as I bunch them up. I’m not even moving as he fucks me; I’m just lying here, taking all of his punishment and feeling how a giant orgasm casts its shadow over me, drawing close and growing inside me.

  It hits me like a tidal wave, engulfing me with all of its fierceness and making me scream so loud I bet all other guests on this floor can probably hear me. But who cares? Let them hear me. Yes, my stepfather is fucking me, and I love every single second of it. Sin and taboo and all that jazz—I’m on a first name basis with these l
abels.

  “Happy now?” he whispers as he finally slows down his rhythm. I open my eyes and look at him with a tired smile, watching as a few drops of sweat glisten on his forehead. He really brought his A-game to the table, no doubt about it.

  “Very happy,” I chuckle lightly, and then I lower my voice into a whisper. “But I still need more.” With that, I call all of my strength to my hips and, tightening my legs around his waist like a vice, I push my body to the side and force him to roll to his back. Now straddling him, I place my hands on his chest and throw my head back, a gentle laugh bubbling up to my mouth. “I still need more,” I repeat, slowly swaying my hips back and forth, riding him.

  Taking his hands to my ass, he lays them there and feels the movement of my body, my rhythm growing with a kind of maddening patience. Feeling his fingertips brushing over my ass crack, I throw all patience to the side and start riding him harder now, my rhythm reaching a maddening crescendo.

  Working myself into a frenzy, I grit my teeth and go all out, bucking my hips at him and impaling myself on his cock. His hands fall from my ass then, and he takes them to my tits, squeezing them eagerly. Pushing himself up, he sits up on the bed as I keep on riding him; leaning forward, he takes his mouth to my right nipple and sucks on it hard, nibbling at my rosy tip in such a way that I can’t help but gasp at the same time.

  “I’m gonna … I’m gonna … OH GOD!” I erupt, pleasure taking over me without any kind of warning. It just pops under my skin out of the blue, tendrils of ecstasy spreading out from my pussy and reaching as low as my toes and as high as my scalp.

  My pussy chokes his cock with murderous intent and, even though I’ve stopped my swaying motion, completely unable to concentrate on doing anything but enjoy the orgasm raging through me, Dominic takes the lead and starts thrusting. He does it almost too viciously, each of his thrusts making my orgasm even more intense.

  It doesn’t take long for his body to start reacting to his intensity. First his cock starts pulsing violently against my inner walls, and then I hear his groan of delight as he rests his forehead against my shoulder. Then, before I even have the time to say a word, I feel his warm seed flooding me at once.

  I keep still as he gushes his cum into me, shooting it all inside my pussy. It feels warm and pleasant, a never-ending river of semen that fills me up. I bite down on my lower lip as I feel his cum dripping out of my pussy and onto my thighs and his body, a truly wet mess down between my thighs. Just the kind of mess I’ve learned to love.

  “Fuck, this was so good,” he finally exhales, his cock giving its final spasms inside my pussy. He then pushes me to the side and I go willingly, collapsing on top of the mattress and sprawling myself by his side. I half-expect him to do the same and simply collapse next to me, but that’s not what he does.

  Instead, he goes to his knees and hooks his hands under my knees. Pulling me toward him, he spreads my legs and then lies down in the space between them, his amused eyes locked on mine. We exchange one final glance and then he leans forward, parting his lips as he takes them to my pussy.

  Closing my eyes, I arch my back and prepare for the final gift of the night, one given by his tongue and a refined sense of wickedness. Lapping at my pussy, he flicks the tip of his tongue against the space between my inner lips, scooping his own cum as it drips out of me. Taking it further, he opens his mouth wide and fits it against all that wetness, his tongue working me furiously as I let out moan after moan, my body still being punished by the aftermath of the last orgasm.

  Finally taking his mouth off of my pussy, he crawls up to my side and, before I have the time to prepare myself for it, he crushes his mouth against mine and sweeps me into a passionate kiss. Surrendering to his lips, I let our tongues dance over all of the cum that he has scooped up in my pussy, its salty taste drawing out all the madness that lives inside of me.

  By the time we finally break free from each other, I can’t help but grin at him and tease him one last time.

  “Daddy knows how to handle his baby girl, doesn’t he?” I whisper, careful enough to let the word daddy linger on my lips.

  “You got that right,” he whispers back at me, his smart eyes focused on mine. I look back at him in silence, for a long time, and I let the truth of all this slowly sink in.

  Now that we’ve crossed a forbidden line (and more than once), it might be impossible to turn back. And, the thing is, it doesn’t sound that bad.

  Or does it?

  43

  Daphne

  My phone buzzes and with a sigh, I pick it up. I have a ten minute break, and then I have to get back out there and insert a catheter into…

  Oh.

  Oh my.

  Look who’s texting me this morning.

  I sit up abruptly, a stupidly large grin on my face, as I scroll through the text. Just Dominic wishing me a good morning, and asking me what I’m going to be doing later today.

  It was only yesterday that we snuck out of the Carlyle Hotel and back to our own homes, after a bout of morning sex that was sublime. I had to work back to backs, yesterday evening and then again early this morning, and I should be exhausted.

  I was exhausted…three minutes ago. Now I’m just grinning like an idiot.

  I bite my lip in hesitation. I could be a good girl and just tell him that I’m going to be getting off work and spending the evening catching up on my bills…

  Or I could be a very naughty, naughty girl and tell him that I’m going to be getting off work and spending the evening sucking his dick.

  I glance up at the utilitarian clock on the wall in the staff break room at the New York Presbyterian Hospital. Five minutes left. What to do…

  My fingers hesitate over the screen for just a moment and then I type it, the dirtiest text I’ve ever written in my life:

  I’m getting off work at three and then I was going to see if my stepdaddy will meet me at his house, so we can fuck like rabbits.

  Send.

  Okay, so maybe that isn’t OTT for some people, but it is for me. Roger wasn’t much of a dirty talker in bed (which apparently was because I didn’t have the right body parts for his tastes) and I was with him for so long, I’ve forgotten what it was like to date anyone else. I had a couple of boyfriends in high school, but boys that age just don’t have enough confidence to talk dirty to their girlfriends.

  Hopefully something that isn’t true about older guys.

  I hold my breath, waiting for a reply. Hurry, hurry, I have a catheter to become best friends with in approximately 45 seconds…

  Finally, finally, a response.

  Do you always fuck your stepdaddy? You sound like a naughty little girl who needs to be spanked.

  I turn off my phone and sit back with a gasp, staring at the blank screen sightlessly.

  Okay, so, it turns out, older men do know how to dirty talk.

  I can feel my panties getting wetter by the moment as I imagine what, exactly, Dominic’s text means. I push the cheap mauve chair away from the table, throw my empty yogurt container into the trash, and shove my phone into my pocket.

  I can do this. I can so do this. I can operate on patients and insert catheters and lots of other very interesting medical procedures without killing anyone, even though the chances of my brain being focused on what I’m doing is going to be about 0.00341 percent.

  Totally.

  I feel my phone buzz in my pocket as I head down to the operating room to wash up. With a guilty look around me, I slide my phone out of my pocket to take a quick peek. I’m not supposed to be texting while on the clock, but I’m not actually texting, right? I’m reading. That’s totally different.

  I roll my eyes at my own splitting of hairs and then eagerly skim down the lock screen.

  Do you want to be treated like a naughty girl at your place, or at mine?

  Ummmm … uhhhh…

  What a choice. I swipe the phone open and quickly text back, “Yours,” then shut it off and drop it into my pocket ag
ain. It’s time to get to work.

  I can feel my phone vibrating in my pocket over the next hour as I move around the hospital, checking on patients. I want nothing more than to pull my phone out, or put it further into my scrubs, right up against my clit.

  Oh my God, now that is a naughty thought. Using my phone as a vibrator?

  I finally get five minutes to myself to slip into the bathroom, and I eagerly pull out my phone to read over my messages. I lean against the bathroom stall wall, my heart going a million miles a minute.

  While you’re at work, waiting to come here to be spanked like you deserve, I want you to sneak into a private place—your office, a bathroom, a broom closet—and finger yourself.

  Oh God.

  I feel my pussy clench tight with need at those words. How did he know I’d be sneaking away and checking my phone?

  I’d never masturbated in public before, but now, my pussy is begging for it. Just touch me … I can almost hear my clit talking to me.

  I slip my right hand down into my scrubs and inside of my plain-jane white cotton undies. I’ll need to start wearing sexier underwear to work if I’m going to be doing this more often. With a sigh of satisfaction and relief and tension all skyrocketing high, my fingers feel my wet, slippery clit and begin rubbing over it. Oh God, yes. It's amazing how good that feels.

  I sag into the wall of the bathroom stall even further as I try to focus my eyes on my phone. To see what other instructions Dominic has sent me.

  While you’re finger fucking yourself, I want you to imagine that I’m there, fucking you hard.

  My head falls back with a thud against the cold metal wall and I squeeze my eyes tight as I rub harder. I’m imagining him fucking me from behind, grabbing my hair and slamming into me, smacking my ass, and…

  Ohhhhhhh!

  I cum, fireworks exploding behind my eyelids, trying so hard to fight the scream of joy wanting to erupt from me. It’s just washing over me in waves and as hard as I try, I can’t fight back the “Uh, uh, uh” grunting noises exploding from me.