Princely Passions: A Royal Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Still grabbing me by the waist, he presses his body against mine. With his cock nestled against my ass cheeks, I start swaying my hips from side to side, rubbing his thickness and trying to burn down his mind with long flames of desire.

  He rocks his body against mine and lifts my dress up to my waist, pressing his cock between my ass cheeks. I can’t help but savor how perfect it feels to be so close to him, his length pressed tight against my skin.

  We keep moving our bodies in unison, my heart thrashing inside my chest as I feel his eyes wander over my body’s eager curves. God, I want—no, I need to feel every single inch of his smooth skin on my body.

  He lets his hungry hands slide under the collar of my dress and make a teasing descent toward my breasts. With his fingers going over the cup of my bra and hooking themselves under it, his fingertips trace the curve of my breasts and find the warm hardness of my swollen nipples.

  I arch my back and gasp, surrendering to his touch. Hungry for him, a white pulsing heat inside my head, I close my eyes as he slides the shoulder straps of my dress down my arms. He places one hand on my lower back, his fingers resting over the dimples I have there.

  He finds his way to the clasp of my bra and, with a turn of his fingers, unhooks it. As the straps tumble down my shoulders, the bra cups gently droop down my breasts, a faint tan line revealing itself around the soft and firm mounds. Guided by pure instinct I pull the bra out and throw it to the ground; he then makes me turn to him and guides his mouth to my chest, flicking his tongue at a tiny hard nipple and then lowering his mouth and sucking on it as he cups both breasts and squeezes them. God, the way he’s doing it makes me feel as if… Hell, there’s nothing I can compare what I’m feeling to! I love sex, yeah, but I never thought that foreplay could even be this good.

  His fingertips make the climb back down from my breasts, hiking over my stomach and discovering the hemline of my dress. He goes under it and straight to my crotch, his touch settling on my inner thighs as I squirm anxiously. With only one finger he traces the tender lines of my groin before surrendering to impatience and pressing down the palm of his hand over my drenched thong, drawing a purred moan out of my lips.

  He brushes the tip of his fingers over my thong, my heart kicking and punching at my rib cage. Just imagining how it will feel to have him pull the thong down my legs, I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to have him tasting me with his mouth.

  As if he can read my mind, he goes to his knees in a heartbeat; he takes his hands to my ankles and slides them up my legs, my mouth feeling dry as he touches the wet fabric of my thong with his fingertips once more. He leans into me, his lips gently kissing my knees, my inner thighs, my groin... Oh, I can’t take this teasing anymore. Lucky for me, he places his mouth over my thong and, breathing in, sucks hard, feeling my scent and flavor. I feel lightheaded and dizzy as he does it.

  I can’t help but thrust my hips forward, pressing my pussy against his mouth, my eager wetness coating his hungry lips. Then, unable to wait one second more, he lifts my dress up to my waist and pushes my thong aside, just enough so that he can taste my folds with the tip of his tongue. He laps at me, flicking his tongue at my clit and circling it slowly; pressing his mouth there he starts sucking, pleasure completely in control of me.

  He pulls back for just one second, enough time for him to pull the thong down my legs. Using one more second to breath in, I see him looking at me, his eyes wandering to the small triangle of trimmed hair between my legs. He dives into me then, burying his mouth in my pussy, devouring me carelessly as if he needs to do it to survive, two careful and gentle fingers brushing against my clit as I keep jerking my hips against his face.

  There is no stopping him; even when I claw at his hair, moans breaking free of my mouth through gritted teeth, he doesn’t stop. He keeps going until I surrender to that sweet madness and start forcing his head down and my hips forward, making him eat me out in the most wild and delicious way there is. And I just love it, I love everything about it: how he wants to have his mouth on my pussy, to taste me, to draw aching moans out of my lips...

  Parting my inner lips with his tongue, he slides one finger inside me, making my hips sway wildly. He takes his forearm and places it over my belly, holding me down against the wall as, with his mouth and fingers, he claims me. I thrust my pussy against his face, fighting against the hold he has on me. But he doesn’t let up - holding me in position, I come as he devours me.

  I scream; it’s a-high pitched scream and, yet, almost musical and sweet. My mind is inundated with ravenous desire. He pulls back and looks at me, his mouth still coated by my wetness. Seeing him like that, eager eyes and breathing fast, my legs start shaking as if they’re not mine to command... It makes me completely mad with desire. It’s a strange thing to feel, at least for me, but it’s the truth.

  I open my lazy eyelids and look at him. He smiles and, before I even realize what he’s doing, he goes up to his feet and forces me to turn on my heels, pinning me against the wall once more.

  "I told you I was going to fuck you hard," he whispers against my ear, pushing the dress down my legs. He then grabs his cock and angles it down so that it fits right between my thighs, its tip against my wetness. “And I always keep my promises.”

  I scream as he thrusts; his cock pushes my inner lips aside and his length pierces me in one single motion, straining against my tightness.

  His hands are on my ass, squeezing my cheeks harshly, and that’s how he starts to thrust. Rocking his body against mine, I let the sound of his thighs slapping my ass lull me into a trance, one where only pleasure exists.

  To feel his body on me, his eager breathing and the desire that makes his skin glisten... It’s absolutely perfect. I don’t think I’ve ever felt something quite like this. Outlaw or not, he sure knows how to use this huge cock of his.

  Just like he promised, he fucks me hard, going back and forth in a flowing motion, his cock merciless against the tight embrace of my pussy. He slides out until only his tip is inside me, and then goes back in once more; I sway my body back and forth, trying to follow his rhythm as he buries his shaft deep inside me. And then we do it all over again. He fucks me like this until it becomes almost unbearable; my muscles are burning and even my bones seem to rattle anxiously against each other.

  Grabbing my ass cheeks hard, his fingertips over the curve of my crack, he thrusts upward and I scream my way to climax once more. My whole body is trembling, as if a strong electric current is running through me and driving me to the edge of madness. Hell, I come so hard I don’t even know how I’m still alive.

  Groaning, he pulls his cock out and smacks my ass hard. I gasp as I feel the heavy impact of his hand on my skin, and then he just does it again. And again, and again. I can already imagine the red mark of his fingers on my ass, and it just drives me completely crazy.

  Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I turn on my heels and face him, an eager smile on my lips. “More,” I whisper, and then turn my back to him and walk straight to my small couch. I climb on top of it, going on all fours, and I don’t even need to tell him what I want.

  With a grin on his face, he comes up to me immediately, climbing on the couch and kneeling behind me, both his hands on my waist. With a sudden movement, he hooks his fingers on my hips and guides his cock home; I feel his tip parting my folds and, in an instant, he’s already sliding inside me. I moan as he does it, my pussy tightening hard around his cock as he starts to thrust. He rocks his body against me, his cock going in and out of me at a patient pace; of course, he soon builds it up to an unstoppable frenzy. He goes as hard as he can, the sound of his thighs slapping once more filling the whole living room with its sweet symphony.

  My moaning soon turns into full-blown screaming, but even then he doesn’t ease up. He keeps going hard, drops of sweat starting to form on my forehead. He lets one hand go around my waist and presses two fingers against my clit, rubbing it in fast hard circles with the tip o
f his middle finger. I don’t know how I’m even capable of doing it, but I start screaming even louder. I didn’t even know I was capable of screaming this loud, and I figure my neighbors didn’t know it as well. I guess now they do.

  It doesn’t take long; before I know it, I’m pressing my ass back at him, my whole body trembling as I do it.

  “Don’t… Don’t stop…” I beg, the words coming out of me filled with passionate delight. I didn’t even need to say it; he has no intention of stopping and robbing me of a mind-bending orgasm. “Oh my… GOD!”

  With a final scream, my whole body tenses up at the same time as his. My pussy clenches and grips his cock with such strength that I just know he won’t be able to resist it. I grit my teeth as he keeps going hard… I’m screaming my mind out now; goodbye, vocal chords. As I climax, my pussy tightens even more, electric pleasure completely devastating me.

  “I’m not done yet,” he whispers, leaning in so that his mouth is against my ear. Slowly, he slides his cock out of my pussy and goes up to his feet, pulling me up after him; before I can do anything about it, he picks me up with his strong arms. “Bedroom?” he asks me, and I just point down to a door at the far end of my living room. He walks there and, pushing the door open with the tip of his foot, carries me all the way to my bed. He drops me there, the soft mattress under my naked body, and then grabs me, making me go on all fours again.

  “Your mouth is mine, your pussy is mine…” he says, kneeling on the bed behind me, each of his words sending a shiver down my spine. “And now I want your ass.”

  With that, he starts rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my crack, always lingering whenever it goes over my hole. I grab at my sheets so tightly my knuckles turn white, trying to prepare myself for what’s coming. Of course, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready; I mean, just look at how big his cock is! It’s already impressive that it fits inside my mouth and pussy, let alone my ass…

  “Nervous?” he asks me and, even though my back is turned to him, I can picture the wicked grin he has on his face. I just shake my head, telling him that no, I’m not nervous. Between you and me, I’m a nervous wreck, yeah… But the excitement of what I’m about to do kinda drowns out all fear.

  Moving slowly, Diesel starts pushing his cock against my hole. I tremble in place as he slides one inch inside of me, and then he just keeps the pace, feeding me the whole length of his cock. He only stops when all of it is inside of me, and my ass feels so tight around his cock that I can even feel his heartbeat. It hurts, yeah, but by the time the pain has travelled from my nerve endings to my brain it has already turned into vicious pleasure. And he isn’t even thrusting.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he breathes out, slowly starting to rock his hips. I moan as his cock slides out of me and then in again, his long inches stabbing me violently. He picks up the pace quickly, and it doesn’t take long for him to be ravaging my ass much in the same way he did with my pussy.

  “Oh God oh God,” I repeat over and over again, my brain frying inside my skull. Each thrust of his is sweeter than everything I have ever known, the pleasure that buzzes around my brain so addictive that I know I’ll never tire of his cock.

  “No God in here, babe,” he says, “just me.” With that, he builds up his rhythm until I almost pass out. His thrusts are so fierce that every single cell in my brain has been directed to try and process how amazing it all feels.

  I open my mouth to speak, to tell him not to stop, but all that leaves my lips is a groan of utter pleasure. My arms and legs grow weak, and I just press my forehead against the bed, closing my eyes and waiting for that orgasmic tidal wave to come and sweep me off my feet. And that’s exactly what happens; in a fraction of a second, something snaps inside of me. This time I don’t even moan or scream. I just stop breathing, pleasure rushing through me so violently that my lungs even forget their function momentarily.

  Diesel is close too. I can feel it by the way he moves, his movements growing from just fast to hurried and anxious. And then, one final stroke and that’s it, all of his muscles become as hard as marble and he grabs at my thighs almost too violently, holding me in place as pleasure simply runs over both of us.

  He erupts like a madman, his cock spasming so hard inside my ass that I don’t even know how I can take it. He shoots his cum hard, the delight of release taking hold of my body, mind and soul. I remain like that for almost a minute, an endless torrent of semen cascading out of his cock and into me.

  For a fraction of a second my scream of pleasure dances with the sound of his harsh breathing as he gushes inside me and, just for this second, I can’t think of a more perfect moment.

  Pulling out from me, slowly, I tremble as he does it. “Fuck, this was… intense,” he says, and his voice comes at me as if he’s standing on the side of the universe. My brain is still reeling from the last orgasm, and I don’t even know where I am anymore. My place, his place? Times Square? Who cares?

  “This was so--” I start to say, but the moment I feel his lips on my lower back, I fall silent again. He lays gentle kisses over the curve of my ass cheeks, and then starts moving in toward my crack. Without a moment’s hesitation, he takes his mouth right between my thighs and presses it against my pussy.

  Using his tongue, he starts scooping up the cum that's dripping down from my inside of pussy and, once he has licked my folds dry, he starts moving up. I shudder as I feel his tongue going over my crack, fishing out every strand of cum, and then he finally crushes his mouth against my ass. His tongue jabs inside of me with fast strokes, and I start moaning again, barely capable of understanding what’s really happening. Christ, this is amazing!

  “Fuck,” he breathes out, finally pulling back from me and laying down on top of the mattress, his eyes closed shut as he tries to catch his breath. I lay next to him, breathing as hard as he is.

  “This was… something else,” I whisper, not sure of what to say. He turns to me, a lustful flicker in his eyes, and then just smiles.

  “You drive me crazy, Lisa,” he says, and I just smile back at him. Somehow, there’s nothing I can say to him that will make this moment any more perfect. With that silly smile of happiness on my lips, I drift off and let a sweet darkness overtake me.

  He might not be a real outlaw, but he sure is a bad boy when it comes to sex.

  91

  Lisa

  I wake slowly, stretching as I do so. God, that felt good! Everything felt good. Diesel’s dick was amazeballs. All I need out of life is a deep dicking. Every day.

  Oh yeah, I could get used to that idea.

  Hold on...

  I breathe in deep.

  Wow, he's making breakfast! Or someone's making breakfast.

  I slide out of bed, but instead of putting on my clothes, I decide to wear Diesel’s shirt instead. Yeah, it’s cheesy as hell to wear a guy’s button-up shirt down to breakfast, but c’mon—everyone does it for a reason. There’s really no better way to show off your legs, and there’s something about wearing a guy’s shirt that just makes them horny as fuck.

  Not that Diesel needed help in that department, but who am I kidding? Like I’d complain if he were to fuck me again this morning. Satisfying myself on his dick? There's no such thing. I’m gonna be 92 and still wanting him to fuck me hard and unprotected.

  I stop in my tracks, halfway down the stairs to the kitchen. When I am 92? Why am I thinking about being with Diesel that far into the future? This is just a fling, and nothing more. I want a real man, and Diesel, no matter what he claims, just isn’t it. He’s something fun to play with until a real outlaw comes along.

  Reassured, I continue my descent, spotting Diesel in the kitchen with a damn kitchen towel thrown over his shoulder. I don’t know if I should groan or laugh. I slip up behind him and put my arms around him.

  “Good morning,” I say, laying my head against his back. “How’d you sleep?”

  “Fucking amazing,” he says with a growl, turning around in my arms and pu
lling me up to his lips for a mind-blowing kiss. “I think you’re my sleep talisman; I sleep better in your arms than I do at home.”

  “I think I just wear you out,” I say with a naughty smile, and go back for another one of his mind-blowing kisses. We pull apart, finally, when I can smell something...

  Burning?

  “Fuck!” Diesel says, pulling the pan off the gas burner and flicking off the flame. We stare down at the pan of burnt scrambled eggs in silence.

  “So, is this how they taught you to cook in MC school?” I ask, because really, I can’t help myself. If Diesel wants someone who'll fawn over his every word and action, he’s picked entirely the wrong girl to fuck.

  “Yeah, pretty much,” Diesel says with a self-deprecating grin. “Although I don’t remember the president’s eggs looking quite this…dark.”

  He scrapes them off into the trashcan and after a nice, long stare into my entirely-too-bare fridge (I like to eat out, what can I say?) we settle on bagels and cream cheese.

  “Who's the president of your boys’ club?” I ask, digging into the bagel with relish.

  “I used to be president of the Black Fist MC,” he says, ignoring my dig. “I stepped down about a year or so ago so I could focus on the family business.”

  “Speaking of, don’t you have to go to work sometime soon?” I ask with a glance at the clock. I should probably be going myself, although I’ll be the first to admit that I use Daughter of the Law Firm to my advantage quite often, and thus if I’m an hour or three late to work, no one says a word.

  Lisa Spoiled Rotten Macomber is my name; don’t wear it out.

  “I’ll get my shit done, don’t you worry,” he says, dropping a kiss on the crown of my head as he passes by to put his plate in the sink. “I have some things I have to take care of tonight, but I’ll be back in town tomorrow.” He comes back, pulling me off my barstool.