Princely Passions: A Royal Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I’m never going to leave her.

  So, yes. I’m back.

  172

  Alicia

  So I guess this is what happens when I decide to keep my mouth shut about potential international money laundering, huh?

  The guy I’m covering for doesn’t even want me to be his girlfriend.

  Well, fuck him.

  That’s what I tell myself as I open my cupboard and take out a bottle of wine.

  That’s right, babe. I’m drinking by myself. I’m going to nurse my wounded pride.

  Whatever. I mean, I got him hard and left him, which was probably a bitchy thing to do, but it’s part of the dance.

  I’m all changed into my comfy silk robe and I’m going to watch Teen Mom on MTV and drink till I get sleepy. Then I’ll go to sleep and call Mom and Dad in the morning on Skype and tell them I love them.

  Sounds like a plan.

  Oh my God…it’s a plan all right. For spinsterhood.

  That’s when I hear a knock on the door.

  “Alicia?” I hear a voice.

  It's Derek.

  Damn, I musta left him with some big blue balls, huh?

  My heart races even more and I hesitate for maybe a second and then run across the living room and open the door.

  Derek's standing there, about to knock again.

  I open the door and look at him. “You’re back…” I trail off.

  "Why'd you go?" he asks me bluntly. "Was it really to teach me a lesson?"

  I look at him. He's looking at me. I don't see that smirk of his. I don't see the cocky, arrogant billionaire prick that the newspapers say he is when I Googled him. I don't even see my client I’m investigating and hiding what I know from.

  I see the most handsome face I've ever seen in my life. Attached to the hottest body I've ever been close to—my fantasies can't even compare to what this guy has.

  He doesn’t know that every fiber of my body wanted to just inhale his cock in the limo. That during dinner today I was thinking screw work. Let’s give love a chance.

  But when he just went off on how he doesn’t do girlfriends I completely went the other way. Thought I need to protect myself from falling for him even more.

  No, Derek knows nothing of this. He should be lucky he doesn’t have to go through this.

  I turn away so he doesn’t see my face and walk to the window.

  Okay, I know it’s dramatic. Whatever. I don’t want him to see me like this.

  I can feel him come up close behind me. I can feel his chest against my back. "Why?" he asks.

  My heart's racing and it feels like it's going to burst. "You’re not looking for a girlfriend," I murmur, feeling his hands on my sides. It feels so good. I take a step back without realizing what I'm doing and find myself pushed up against him. I can feel his cock. It's poking into my ass. I move my ass slightly, nestling his cock in between my ass cheeks.

  "That's why you left?" he asks me. "Because I said I’m not looking for a girlfriend?"

  I'm not thinking about a relationship anymore right now though. All I'm thinking about is Derek's cock. God, I need his cock. His arms are on my waist, pulling me closer.

  “I’m sorry,” he says to me. “I’m an ass. I can’t last fifteen minutes without you.”

  His cock pushes through my robs, parting my ass cheeks.

  “I…” I’m stammering. I can’t think. I press back against him, my ass rubbing against his crotch. Oh my God, what am I doing? The fabric of my robe is so thin that I can already feel it bunching up on my ass.

  He stays where he is, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks, and I feel my whole body boiling. He’s big… He’s so big. And I want it, there’s no other way about it. I can’t think of anything else but his body and his hard cock. Because, yes, it’s very hard…

  My skin prickles as I realize what’s happening: Derek’s here in the room with me, and he wants me. And if he wants, he will have me. I can’t fight against it! The desire that crawls under my skin is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole life. I know this is a mistake, but I can’t run away from what’s about to happen. I just can’t.

  Before I know it, I’m rubbing my ass up and down against him, his pulsing cock against my body. His hands go down my side to the hem of the robe and he lifts it up, baring my ass. His fingers brush against my skin and trace the contour of my thong, and I shudder at his closeness. I push back once again, rocking my hips against his body as I grind over his cock.

  Even without being able to see what I’m doing, I take my hands to his back and try to find the hem of his pants. My trembling fingers find his crotch, and in an instant, I’m unbuttoning his trousers. When I’m done his cock immediately tents up his boxer briefs and jumps up against my hand; but before I manage to grab it, Derek pushes against me and I have to take my hands to the wall.

  With one hand on my waist, he grabs my ass with the other. I sway my ass against him, over his cock, my mind already looking forward to how it will feel to have him inside me.

  His hands slide around my waist and under my robe, climbing up my inner thigh and making my skin prickle. His fingers brush over my groin, and if I was wet before, I become completely drenched now. I close my eyes, moving my hips harder and grinding against him almost desperately. A moan leaves my lips as he brushes his fingers over my thong, applying a gentle and barely noticeable pressure over my wet pussy.

  God, I don’t know if I should press back against his cock or press my pussy against his hand. Now these are some good problems to have.

  He solves my dilemma pretty quickly; he presses his hand over my pussy and pulls me into him, his cock pressing hard between my cheeks.

  I dart my hands back, resting it over his boxers and clumsily grabbing at his hard long shape there. I knew he was big—those were the rumors—but I never imagined he would be so… massive. He’s so thick it’s even hard to curl my fingers around it…!

  I yank down his boxers and his cock springs free at once, slapping against my ass. I take my hand back to the wall and jut my ass back as he presses hard on me, his warm cock finally rubbing against my ass.

  I grind against him in abandonment, and I tell you, if this is the only thing we’ll do… Well, I’m going to be a very happy girl nonetheless. Lucky me, I know neither him nor I will be able to stop.

  One of his hands climbs up my side and crawls toward my chest, finding its way under my robe and cupping my right breast over the bra. He pulls at the cup, baring my nipple, and he presses it then between two fingers, pinching it. I rest my forehead against the wall, biting down on my lower lip as a storm of lust rages inside of me.

  Still pinching my nipple, he flicks my thong to the side and brushes the tip of his finger against my wet pussy. My whole body shudders in anticipation.

  He traces the contour of my pussy as if he wants to absorb all of it, carefully brushing against its outline and gently circling my clit.

  He does it for one minute, carefully coming and going, each time applying just a little bit more of pressure. As he does it, I keep pressing my ass against his pulsing cock, my heart tight in my chest; I’m so anxious and expectant it’s unreal.

  When he presses his fingers over my clit, I open my mouth and moan. And I can tell you, I’m moaning hard. Derek isn’t simply rubbing me, or tapping his finger against my clit; no, he knows precisely what he’s doing and what kind of reaction he wants out of me. He rubs the tip of his finger around my clit and then presses it from above, indirectly, and I feel fire under my skin consuming me with desire.

  Letting go of my clit, he goes down over my pussy, gently parting it with his finger as he goes up and down on my slit. He lets his finger go inside of me just one inch, and my whole body tenses up, waiting for him to go all in. Derek takes his time, though, slowly letting his finger in as if he has all the time in the world. He pushes it in gently, curling it upwards and rubbing me from the inside; when he pulls back, I can barely think straight. All I wan
t is his cock deep inside me.

  “Derek…” I have to tell him. I don’t know how to say, but I have to. “I think I….”

  I trail off.

  Ugh. I’m such a weirdo. Why can’t I just be like every other single girl in New York City and enjoy fucking with wild abandon? What’s this about wanting to be in a relationship.

  But Derek knows what I’m about to say.

  “Alicia,” he says sternly. “I’m not looking for a girlfriend.”

  I nod. I guess that’s that. Maybe we’ll be fuck buddies? Booty calls?

  God, that’s so depressing. I can’t be fuck buddies if I’m already starting to crush hard on the guy.

  “Alicia,” Derek says again, his tone drawing me back from wherever I was. He’s looking at me. He knew I was off in my head. “Let me rephrase my sentence earlier. I’m not looking for a girlfriend…because I already have one.”

  Wait. What?

  “She’s standing in front of me,” he adds, more for my sake than yours I think. You probably already figured it out.

  I mean, I expected him to tell me to grow up. I almost even expected him to leave; after all, what kind of woman my age quibbles about things like this? I expected a lot of things, just not what he said.

  “Next time, let me finish my sentences,” he whispers against my ear, and the sound of his voice wraps itself around my mind, blanketing it with lust. He takes both his hands to my waist again, making me turn around and face him.

  He brushes a stray lock of hair and tucks it over my ear, his fingers gently resting against my cheek as he looks into my eyes. I’m melting right now, I really am. How is it possible for me to want him this bad? When he leans into me and I close my eyes, I know exactly why: he’s perfect. Everything in him is perfect. I wouldn’t change a single inch on him.

  His lips touch mine and sparks fly all over my body. I part my lips and brush my tongue against his mouth, my hands going to his chest and feeling the tight outline of his muscles bulging under the shirt. I take my fingers to his collar and start unbuttoning it, taking my time with each button, enjoying the way his warm skin brushes against my knuckles as I go lower.

  His shirt unbuttoned, my fingers fall on the hem of his trousers and then slide inwards. Soon, I’m touching his thick shaft, my hand almost trembling in excitement. I grasp it, holding in my hand however I can; he’s so big I can’t even grab him properly.

  Grabbing it tightly, I start flicking my wrist and moving my hand up and down over his cock. I start slow, but soon I surrender to the madness that’s taking over my mind and I start stroking him fast and almost too violently, my body doing it on impulse.

  Derek takes his hands to my chest, and grabbing at my robe, yanks on it and opens it. I arch my back, anxious to feel his naked chest pressing down on me; he grabs the hair behind my neck and pulls me back, looking once more into my eyes. Holding my head in place, he takes his other hand to my back and unhooks my bra, pushing it down my arms.

  I dart my other hand to his cock, and with both my hands there, I start sliding them both up his cock and repeating that motion over and over again, only stroking him in one direction.

  I pant as he slides my robe down my arms, my naked body there for the taking. His hands go to my ass, cupping both my cheeks, and he lifts me up in the air, holding me into him. I hold on to him by wrapping my legs on his back, and he takes me to the bed in my room. He puts me down on top of the mattress, his body falling on mine.

  Instinctively, I thrust my hips upwards, rubbing my thong against his cock. I hear his shoes fall to the floor as he kicks them off and I take the hint and move my hands to the hem of his trousers, tugging on them and pushing them down his legs with his boxer briefs.

  I want him inside me, and I want it now.

  He knows it too; he grabs at my thong and slides it down my legs. With one hand under the nape of my neck he starts kissing me again, nibbling at my lips as his hands grab at my breasts. He kisses my chin, my neck, his lips only stopping when they wrap themselves around one hard nipple and suck on it, drawing purred moans out of me.

  Moving my hips from side to side, I position myself so that his shaft rests right over my pussy, and I rub myself against it.

  With a grin, Derek grabs at his cock and fits his tip between my folds, holding it in place and not allowing it to go any further. I try and thrust my hips against him, but he doesn’t buck, simply rubbing his tip over my pussy and making my mind go numb with yearning. If there’s one thing that he knows, it’s driving a woman completely insane.

  “Please…” I beg, not capable of holding one more minute without having him inside of me. “Please.”

  His fingers bury themselves in my hair and I start feeling his cock slowly, very slowly, sliding inside of my pussy. His thick shaft parts my inner lips and his tip strains against my inner walls as he eases himself in.

  This is… Oh my God. This is absolute perfection.

  All that I feel is his long thickness lodging itself deep inside me and turning those flames of desire into a raging inferno of pleasure.

  He pulls back slowly before going in again, his body rocking against mine. My hands go down his back and to his tight hard ass, grabbing him there and pulling him into me as if I’m afraid he’s going to escape any minute now. I lock my legs behind his back, and sure that he’s not going anywhere, I start bucking my hips against him.

  I’m breathing hard, the muscles around my lungs so numb with pleasure that I’m having a hard time doing something as simple and breathing. As he starts going faster, his cock settling into a crescendo rhythm, my ragged breathing turns into a cadence of wild moaning.

  He leans even more into me, pressing his whole body against mine. As he comes and goes, each time his cock goes deep inside of me his body rubs against my clit, an expanding pressure spreading throughout all of my body.

  Like holding your breath, you know when the moment you won’t be able to endure any longer is coming. That’s pretty much what I feel right now. I don’t even exactly know what this is, as I’ve never had a man making me come before, but I know it’s coming for me. Oh, yes, it’s coming for me hard.

  Feeling it scratch and growl at the outer edges of my mind, I summon all my strength and, tensing up my legs and grabbing at his ass hard, I lock him into place and thrust my hips hard against him.

  I’m going to explode. I really am.

  There’s a storm raging in my mind, lighting and thunder all over my body. I can’t fight this, I can’t resist it, I can’t—oh, sweet God.

  I’m screaming, I’m screaming as loud as I can. My body is trembling as if I’ve lost control of all my limbs. My legs and arms are flailing, and I almost feel like crying in pleasure. Derek remains still, slowly rocking his body against mine as I simply vanish into a higher dimension.

  My body is buzzing with delight, a pleasure that I didn’t even know existed in the universe devouring everything that I am.

  “This… This was…”

  “This was only the start, Alicia,” he says, his lips brushing against my ear.

  As he pulls out of me and hooks his fingers on my thighs, making me roll to my stomach, I realize that yes, there’s more to come, and it’s going to be even better.

  He kneels on the bed, pulling me into him; I jut my ass back at him and prop myself up with my elbows. My hair is disheveled, locks of it falling over my face, but I don’t care. All that I care about is the Greek God standing behind me with his cock ready to hand out a sweet beating.

  I shiver as I feel his hands tracing the curves on my ass, his fingers finding my aching pussy and parting it with care. I moan as he presses his large tip against my pussy, rubbing it up and down there. I wiggle my ass at him; I don’t want to wait anymore, I don’t want any teasing. I want him; no, I need him inside of me with such desperation it’s almost hard for me to believe it.

  But when he thrusts, piercing me in one single stroke… Yeah, it’s not that hard to believe. What’s better
than his cock, really? In the whole universe I bet there’s nothing better than it. And as he comes and goes, his cock sliding in and out of me at a relentless pace, I become more and more sure of it; there’s absolutely nothing better than having him inside of me. Money, fame, power, prestige? None of that matters, not a single thing. You can have all that, for all I care. Just don’t take his cock away, that’s mine.

  He slaps his thighs against my ass as he thrusts, his fingers buried in my ass. He slides one hand around my waist and his long fingers stretch so that one of them is right above my clit, pressing and rubbing there as he keeps on going at me mercilessly.

  I’m grabbing at the sheets hard, the intensity of what’s running through my veins completely mind numbing. I’m gritting my teeth, my whole body tensing up as I savor how his cock struggles against my tightness.

  I tighten my pussy around his length and I feel him slowing down the pace, taking his time to appreciate how it feels to be deep inside of me and have my inner walls trying to choke his thick cock.

  As for me, I’m not even sure if I’m appreciating anything. My mind is completely blank, and all the pleasure that I’m feeling is not even being processed. It’s just raw, pure and unadulterated. And by God, do I like it like this!

  Even though I’m tightening my pussy hard around his cock, he builds the pace once again, this time not settling on keeping a rhythm of any kind. It’s always growing, always going faster and faster, the sound of flesh on flesh incessant.

  It’s happening again; that pressure is coming for me, than tension that stretches my muscles and makes them taut and hard. I can feel it creeping in with each thrust of his, electricity spreading from his finger to my clit and then to the rest of my body.

  Before I know it, I’m already screaming again. The sound is throaty and raw, and it’s almost un-lady like. But I don’t care. Why would I? When my whole body is trembling and quivering with pleasure, it’s hard to care about a damn thing in the whole world.

  I let my face fall on the sheets, my teeth gritted as I let the tide of pleasure recede slowly. He pulls out of me, my pussy so sensitive a shiver goes up my spine when his glans rubs against my folds on the way out.