Princely Passions: A Royal Romance

by Alexis Angel

  "We have to get the penthouse before I upset the rest of the building by fucking you in the elevator," Kaden growls in a low voice. He sounds almost dangerous and it runs a chill down my spine that settles in my stomach, disseminating into lust that twists need in my stomach.

  "Oh, yeah, that would be a shame," I say. There's not snark here. I have truly forgiven him for his dumb moves earlier. My lips are trembling with desire.

  He steps out of the car and he holds the door open for me.

  I make sure to step quickly toward the building.

  His hand rests on the small of my back.

  Just that touch catches my breath in my throat, a trapped inhale as I still myself inside and find the calm to not crawl him like a squirrel searching a tree for the nuts.

  He follows me into the elevator and Kaden's eyes are practically blazing. He looks like a hunter ready to go in for the kill. Isn't he, though? Those elevator doors close. Kaden leans past me to press the button for the penthouse, top floor. His arm grazes one of my nipples.

  I exhale a breath I didn't realize I was holding. The whole way walking toward the elevator I was trying to inhale and exhale in time with my footsteps. Now, standing still, the horniness inside of me is jumping up and down in me. Molten heat rolls to my core and I'm sucking in my lips. I have never wanted someone so much and not fucking Wonder Boy right in the elevator when I know he wants to pipe that killer cock up into me so badly? Shit, this is an uphill battle. My heartbeat gets ragged, my pussy is fluttering with my clit twitching. Just looking at that chiseled jawline makes my knees threaten to wobble.

  "I can't wait to be buried so deep in your pussy, Brittney," Kaden says in such a serious voice it could be one a boss uses to fire someone. There's an almost harsh finality. Like, it isn't just a compliment. It is a statement of fact...and it shows how much he's holding back too.

  Holding back the urge to say anything and focusing on my breathing, I say nothing. Do nothing.

  The elevator doors open.

  The temperature heats to an inferno and Kaden swoops me over his shoulder. With a penthouse like the one we're about to walk into, I am not surprised that he's not holding back anymore. He's carrying me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes! Okay, this is way sexier. But the way he carries me like I weigh nothing does something to my belly, like it fills it with butterflies. I'm curling my toes, and we're just now crossing the threshold.

  Sexy penthouse, full of swagger and elegance. Very nice. I don't care right now, though. I tear off my clothes, watching him watching me.

  Kaden's eyes follow my every move, a hungry look spreads over him as he stands at a long breakfast table, facing me as I stand outside his bedroom door. The way he's looking at me is so sensual. I don't know if anyone has ever looked at me like that before. Wanted me so much. It goes to my head and I don't take off my heels but start stalking towards him in nothing but the heels. I even took off my jewelry. But I had to leave the heels on. It just feels right. I walk toward him feeling more confident than I ever have, and I don't exactly suffer from low self-esteem. There's just the magic formula in that gonna eat me up look that makes me want to lay on a platter before him.

  “This is it,” he tells me as he walks around the table. He stops right in front of me, fire in his eyes. I can almost see the flames of desire dancing there, tall and fierce and all consuming. Raising one arm, he brushes the back of his hand on my cheeks, and my heart starts to drum wildly as I feel his touch on me. “You know what happens now, don’t you?”

  I say nothing and simply nod, adrenaline raging through my veins. I have a pretty good idea about what’s going to happen now, and I can’t wait for it.

  “Say it,” he orders me, his voice barely a whisper. I run my tongue over my lips, trying to look for the words inside my mind. God, I can barely think straight right now.

  “You’re going to fuck me,” I finally manage to say, and a pleased smile dawns on his lips.

  “That’s right, Brittney, I’m going to fuck you… And I’m going to fuck you very hard,” he whispers, tangling his fingers in my hair and forcing my head back. I gasp as I feel the pressure of his fingers, a pleasant warmness under my skin. I’m already wet, my pussy aching to feel him; since that first moment when I put on that little show for him, during the audition, I’ve been wanting more of him. I mean, with a cock like that, how could I not want more?

  Leaning in, he presses his mouth against the soft skin on my neck and I tremble, a shiver going up my spine as I feel his lips.

  “You’re a really beautiful woman,” he says, his hands going to my breasts. Cupping them both at the same time, he squeezes gently, the warmness of his fingers spreading to my skin.

  “I’m here now,” I mutter, aching to feel his lips on mine. Even though desire is burning deep inside of me, I still find myself frozen in place; there’s a certain hardness in his eyes, one that tells me that he’s the one in charge. I’ve been with dominant and powerful men, but I’ve never met anyone that could convey all his power and dominance with just one look. Until now, that is.

  “Yes, you are… And there’s no going back from this.” Just like that, he leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. I surrender to his kiss and part my lips, sliding my tongue inside his mouth almost at once. Our tongues dance around one another, and he places his hands on my waist, pulling me into him. I go willingly, pressing my body against his as the wetness between my thighs continues to grow at an out of control pace.

  Acting on impulse, I take my hand to between his legs and press it against his crotch. I start to kiss him wildly as I feel his desire pulsing against my fingers, his hard cock straining against his pants. I curl my fingers around his thick shape, grabbing him firmly, and that sets something off inside of him.

  He pushes me back, and the moment my back touches the wall, he digs his fingers into my thighs and forces me to turn around. I gasp as I turn, placing both my hands on the wall at shoulder height. Moving fast, he slides one hand around my waist and presses his long fingers against my pussy. I exhale sharply as I feel the pressure, a warm sweetness coating my nerve endings as I jut my ass back and press it against his crotch. His cock between my ass cheeks, I start to grind against him, stroking him over the fabric of his clothes using just my ass.

  “Not an ounce of patience in you,” he tells me, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. He presses harder on my pussy, a violent electric thunder climbing up my spine, and I let out a subtle moan. I start to grind against him as if there is no humanity left inside of me; right now, I’m a feral animal guided by base instincts. And I just love it.

  “Oh, God,” I find myself saying as Kaden flicks a finger over my pussy lips. They’re puffed. Filled with desire. Panting.

  Wasting no time, he runs one fingertip over my drenched folds and then stops on my clit, applying a maddening pressure there. “God,” I repeat, unable to find anything else to say. Electric sparks go from my clit to all my muscles, and then make their way toward my head, silencing whatever thoughts still float inside of it.

  “God? No God in here but me,” he whispers against my ear, his words making me even more desperate to have his cock inside of me. Whenever I find myself with a man I’m gonna fuck, I never let desire take the reins like this. I try to keep my cool. But with Kaden, that’s impossible.

  Letting go of my clit, he runs his finger down my pussy again, and then simply hooks it in. I bite on my bottom lip as he pushes his finger past my folds, guiding it all the way in, and I press my forehead against the wall. With my eyes closed, I let a sweet madness take over me as he starts to move his finger in and out of me. I’m moaning now, the quivering sound of my voice echoing in the room.

  “You’re moaning now,” he whispers, “but soon you’ll be screaming.”

  “I’d like that,” I manage to say, and as soon as the last word leaves my lips, he takes his finger out of my pussy. He takes it to my mouth, and acting on instinct alone, I part my lips an
d let his finger in. Sucking it dry, I let my own fluids coat my tongue with my lustful flavor. Then, with no warning at all, he grabs me by the hips again and makes me turn to him.

  With what seems like a growl, he runs his fingers through my hair once more, and forces my head back. His lips go straight to my neck, and he traces a downward line toward my breasts; the moment he goes over the curve of my right breast, he wraps his lips around my hard nipple and starts to suck on it. I exhale sharply.

  I’m squirming in ecstatic pain when he presses his hand against my bare pussy. His thumb goes straight to my clit, and at the same time, he pushes his index finger inside of my pussy again. Fingering me and punishing my clit, he continues to suck hard on my nipple, all the sensations blending into one another. It doesn’t take long for my moans to turn into one drawn out scream. God, if he can make me feel like this using only his fingers, I can’t imagine how good it will be once I push his pants down…

  “We’re just getting started, Brittney… But I love the way you scream,” he tells me, and then starts to rub his thumb harder against my clit. This is a man who knows what he’s doing; his strokes are simple and effective, and it only takes a few seconds for my muscles to start tensing up. There’s a fire climbing up my throat, and I already hear the deep rumbling of thunder under my skin. “Let go… Come for me,” he continues, and just like that, I come undone.

  Fire turns into a raging inferno, and thunder melts into it as I let out one violent scream. Pleasure rages through like a river after a flood, whispering promises of so much more as it goes through me. Grabbing his wrist, I hold his hand in place as I come, my pussy clamping around his fingers. I only let go of him when the spasms that have taken over my muscles finally start to subside.

  “Now,” Kaden says, slowly sliding his finger out of my pussy, “it’s time to see what you can do.” I force my eyes open, and look into him, a devilish grin on his lips. “On your knees.” As if his words were magic, I find my knees buckling, and I go down as if God himself had cut the strings that kept me up. “Good girl.”

  I don’t need instructions now; my hands move as if they have a mind of their own, and I rest my fingers on his waistline. Looking up at him and into his eyes, I unbuckle his belt, and slowly pull it out from its loops. Breathing deeply in order to steady my fingers, I finally start unbuttoning. My heart is pounding like a jackhammer, a wild anticipation taking over me. As I go on, button by button, his cock pushes against my fingers from under his boxer briefs. God, I can’t even take my eyes off of it.

  Brushing one finger over his whole length, I only realize that I’ve stopped breathing when I finally find his waistline. I take one more deep breath, and hook my fingers on his boxer briefs; pulling them down, I can’t help but bite down on my lower lips as his cock springs free, demanding all of my attention.

  There it is.

  All 12 inches.

  It’s been a while since I saw it last. I’d forgotten. Like, it was so big, it made me forget all other cocks.

  “You want it, don’t you?” he asks me with a grin, grabbing his cock by the root and pointing it at my mouth. I lick my lips unconsciously, eager to feel him inside of my mouth.

  “I do,” I whisper, and he responds by brushing his tip against my parted lips. Without saying anything else, I open my mouth wide, and just like that, he shoves his whole cock inside of my mouth. My eyelids droop as I feel his inches rolling over my tongue, going straight to the back of my throat. Somehow, my lips touch the skin around the base of his cock; it’s not easy, but I push through, fitting all his length inside of my mouth. I slide out then, my lips sliding over his shaft as I curl my fingers around it. When Kaden places both his hands on top of my head, I’m lost. I start to bob my head back and forth, surrendering to the whirlwind of pleasure inside of me. I never thought I’d take this much delight in sucking someone’s cock.

  My head moves at a steady rhythm, but that doesn’t seem to be enough for Kaden. Grabbing me by the hair, he holds my head in place and he starts to thrust, fucking my tight mouth as if he were doing it to my pussy. I do nothing but submit to the way his shaft rolls between my lips, the wet sound of it blanketing every single thought inside my head. For just a fraction of a second, I imagine him cumming in my mouth; somehow, I just know that he holds a raging river of cum just for me. But instead of doing what my imagination worked up, he does the opposite. He slides his cock out of my mouth suddenly, and pulls me up to my feet.

  Kicking off his shoes, he steps out of both his pants and underwear. My fingers moving by instinct, I grab his shirt and pull on it, forcing the buttons to pop out in a harsh sequence. Once I push his shirt down his arms, I take one step back to once again admire the glorious sight of the naked man in front of me. Even God couldn’t make him any more perfect than he is. His muscles seem to have been carved out by a master sculptor, each curve and ridge carefully drawn on muscle and skin. I just want to lean into him, run my tongue between his abs and taste every single inch of him. If I had to pick just one word to describe him, I know what it would be: delicious.

  His lips curl into a grin, and the next thing I know, he’s on me. He pushes me back until my ass is pressed against the edge of the table; using one arm, he throws everything on top of it to the floor. The plates and glasses all go tumbling down onto the floor, but he doesn’t even seem to care. With both of his hands under my ass, he lifts me up and sits me on top of the table, and I immediately part my legs so that he fits between them. Moving as if he were in a hurry, he grabs my hair with one hand, and with the other, he grabs his cock and presses it against my pussy. I let out one loud moan at once, my heart beating anxiously.

  “Beg,” he utters, his word like a whip directed at my mind. I place my hands on his firm ass, feeling the curve of his ass cheeks, and try to pull him in and force him to fuck me.

  “Fuck me, Kaden… Fuck me now,” I beg, just like he told me to. To be honest, I’m not doing it because he ordered me… I’m doing it because I really, really want him to fuck me. I need it more than I need air to breathe.

  “Such a filthy mouth,” he says with a grin, and then he finally thrusts. I throw my head back as I feel his thickness parting my drenched folds and straining against my inner walls on the way in. A scream bubbles up on my lips, and I let it explode into the room, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and back to me. With my fingers digging into his ass cheeks, I urge him to start thrusting, and that’s exactly what he does. He starts to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me at a growing pace.

  When his rhythm becomes so fast I can barely think, I let go of his ass and lean back on top of the table, supporting myself with my elbows. His hands go straight to my tits, and he squeezes them harshly as he fucks me, his long fingers going over the curve of my breasts and pressing down on my aching nipples.

  “Faster… Faster…” I whimper, even though he’s already going fast. Even so, he somehow manages to go even faster than before, his cock going in and out of me so fast I can’t even tell when it’s coming or going. Not that it matters anyway; what matters is that we’re fucking. Finally—I can’t tell you how much I wanted this to happen.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” Kaden says, more to himself than to me. It’s true; even though I’ve had my fair share of men, I remain as tight as any inexperienced woman, but with the benefit of actually being an experienced one. I just don’t know if I’ll remain this tight after he’s done with me… Because, hell, I’ve never been with someone who has a cock as massive as the one ravaging me right now. But if that’s what it takes, I’m more than willing to pay the price. Oh, you can take that to the bank.

  “Don’t…” Don’t stop, that’s what I want to tell him. But the words die in my throat as another violent scream takes their place. As if my blood was turning into concrete, my muscles tense up all at once and an explosion goes off inside my head. Tiny incessant spasms take over my body and I start to tremble and convulse, my head thrown back in ecstasy a
s I come. “Fuck, fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my soul burning up. I don’t think I have ever felt this much pleasure in my life. I don’t know if it’s because of his big cock, or because he knows what he’s doing… But, hell, Kaden sure is a gift from the heavens.

  As the waves of pleasure start to recede, I finally manage to open my eyes. Smiling, I look up at him and there’s that grin again. We’re just getting started, it seems to say. My insides clench as, looking into his eyes, I realize that it’s the truth: we’re just getting started.

  Kaden slides his cock out of me. He looks down at my heels, and I see a flicker of lust burning in his eyes.

  Without a word, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me down from the table. He turns me around then, and I place both of my hands in front of me for support. At the same time, he laces my waist with one arm and pulls me into him. I let myself be guided by his movements, and immediately feel his cock pressed tight between my ass cheeks. I thrust back at him, and moving wildly, start to grind against his shaft as if I were a woman possessed.

  “I want you inside of me,” I pant, trying to reach for his cock. He doesn’t even give me the time for it; pulling back, he grabs his own member and pushes its tip against my pussy. I half-expect him to simply ram it inside of me, but he keeps rubbing his glans against my drenched folds. Up and down, up and down, each time he flicks his cock the flames of lust grow fiercer inside of me. “Please,” I say, the word coming out with a drawl. As if he wanted me to beg, only now does he thrust; with one curt movement of his hips, his shaft pushes past my inner lips and goes all the way in.

  Without a pause, he starts to slide his cock in and out of me at a relentless pace, each thrust of his sending waves of pleasure through my body. As his hips slap my ass, my whole body sways; the cutlery still on top of the table rattles and jumps down, hopping all the way to the edge before finally tumbling.