Big Bad Royal: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Tia Siren

  It was a nice room, spacious and with one bed. Ryan saw it and his face fell. “Oh, I didn’t even think,” he said. “I can sleep on the loveseat.”

  Jennifer laughed and slapped his arm playfully. “That’s a big bed. I’m sure we’ll both be fine in it,” she said, and she went in and kicked off her heels. She had dressed up for the dinner, a tight black dress that was low cut enough to show off her massive breasts, but not so much as to make her look trashy. It was short as well, but she had the body to make it work. She wore dark hose, stockings only, and when she sat on the end of the bed to take her earrings out, she crossed her leg and hem of the dress came up, her creamy, milky thigh showing above the material of the stocking.

  She saw Ryan looking and grinned. She kept her earring in, instead reaching down to her leg with one hand, running her fingers up the material of the stocking. “I love thigh highs,” she said in a soft voice, practically purring. “Don’t you?”

  Ryan was near the door. He nodded. She looked him over, smiling to herself when she noticed the bulge in his pants. The man might be a bit nerdier than most men she had been with, but it looked as though his cock was large.

  “Come touch them,” Jennifer said. She was telling him to do it. It was an invitation she didn’t expect him to turn down. She ran her index finger up her own thigh, catching the hem of her dress and hiking it up even farther. Ryan went forward. He stopped in front of her and reached down, but she slapped his hand away. The men she was usually with, they were in charge. Always. But with Ryan, Jennifer knew she could be in charge.

  “Kneel down,” she said. Ryan nodded again and did so. She wondered if he would be able to speak.

  He reached out for her again, but she slapped his hand once more. She stood up.

  “Do you think about me when you jerk off?” Jennifer asked the man. She felt her pussy growing hot, her juices beginning to flow.

  “Yes,” Ryan breathed.

  “You hold your cock, you milk it, you make yourself come, thinking about me?”

  “Yes.”

  “What do you think about?”

  “Let me touch your stockings,” Ryan said.

  “Tell me what you think about first, and then you can,” Jennifer said.

  “I think about fucking you.”

  “How?”

  “Every way. Bent over the back of my couch.”

  “Did you jerk off while you thought of me last night? Knowing you were bringing me here?”

  “Yes,” Ryan said. “Let me touch you.”

  Jennifer was enjoying herself too much. She knew she would let the man have her, but she was having fun with him. No man she had fucked before would have asked her permission to touch her. Ryan wanted her so badly, and it was driving him nuts, and it drove her nuts in turn.

  “Tell me what you pictured me doing last night, and then you can.”

  “I pictured you sucking my cock as I drove here.”

  “Road head?”

  “Yes,” Ryan said.

  “Did you come in my mouth?”

  “Yes,” Ryan said.

  “Did I swallow it?” Jennifer asked.

  “Yes,” Ryan said.

  “Touch my stockings,” Jennifer said. Standing in front of the kneeling man, his face was eye level with her waist. He reached forward, a hand on each leg, starting at her calf and working up. His wrists met the hem of her dress and pushed it up. He kept raising his hands, and soon his fingers touched her skin, leaving the top of the stockings. He stopped then and worked his hands back down, onto the thigh highs.

  “Are you hard?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want to see my pussy?” Jennifer asked.

  “I want to eat it,” Ryan said.

  “Lift my skirt up,” Jennifer said, and Ryan ran his hands back up her legs. He got to the dress and pushed it upward. She reached down to help him, taking the hem and pulling. She pulled the dress off in one motion, tossing it onto the floor. He looked up to her, his hands on her thighs, his fingers kneading the skin there beneath her stockings. She was wearing a black lacey thong and a matching bra with sheer cups. His eyes were on her rosebud nipples, hard and straining against the mesh.

  Ryan looked down then, to her pussy, to the lacy crotch of her thong soaked with her juices. Jennifer still wanted to be in control. She turned and walked away from the bed. Ryan watched her.

  “I didn’t mean to be too forward,” he said.

  “Stop apologizing,” Jennifer said, trying to sound stern. “Stand up.”

  Ryan followed her instructions, climbing to his feet. His cock pressed against his dark pants, and he still wore a shirt and tie.

  “Take off your tie,” Jennifer commanded.

  Slowly, Ryan did so. He draped it over the back of a chair.

  “Holy shit, you can’t even crumple up your tie? Put it on the floor,” Jennifer snapped. Ryan reached over, took the tie, and dropped it onto the floor. “Good,” Jennifer said. “Now take off your shirt.”

  She watched as Ryan started slowly unbuttoning the shirt, and she grinned and shook her head. With three quick steps she was in front of him, the fingers on each hand sliding into his shirt between the buttons. She pulled quickly and the shirt was open, some of the buttons popping off and flying across the room.

  “Do you want to fuck me?” Jennifer asked, standing so near him. She moved her hips forward so her pelvis pressed against his erection, still restrained by his pants.

  “Yes,” the man breathed.

  “Later,” Jennifer said with a laugh. She pulled the open shirt from his shoulders and then stepped back. She sat on the end of the bed and then lay back, scooting upward as she did so. “Taste me,” she said, looking down at the man. He obliged.

  Ryan came forward, crawling onto the bed and positioning his head between her legs. She still wore her thong, and she was sure he would pull it off her, like any other man would, but he didn’t. Instead, he placed his lips against the tender and sensitive skin of her thigh. He kissed there, nibbled there, and she moaned and reached down, running her fingers through his hair.

  Finally, he was done teasing her. She felt his fingers pull aside the crotch of her thong, and then his tongue was on her, lapping up her steamy juices as it ran up and down her pink slit. His tongue focused on her clit then, and his fingers entered her, one at first and then two, pushing into her slowly as he sucked on her engorged clit and then curling upward to probe at her G-spot.

  Ryan put more care and love into eating her pussy than anyone ever had. It was obvious that he was eager to please her, to make her come, instead of worrying about coming himself. And come she did, a body shaking quake of passion erupting from her loins, clenching her stomach muscles, sending her pussy into spasms. Ryan rode it out, probing her with his tongue as she came, and then he backed away, kneeling on the bed.

  “Stand up,” Jennifer panted, wanting to stay in control. Ryan did so, and she slid down the bed so she was sitting in front of him. She still wore a bra, still had the thong on and the thigh highs. She reached up and undid his belt, and then she unzipped his fly. She reached in and freed his cock. It was massive, bobbing in the air in front of her face with each beat of his heart. “What do you want me to do to you?” she asked as she smiled up to the man.

  “Suck it.”

  “Suck what?” Jennifer asked. She had just come, but she was aching to have his big cock inside her, but she would tease him and reward him first. She put her hand on his member, jerking him slowly. He was cut, his bulbous spongy head an inch from her ruby red lips.

  “Suck my cock,” Ryan practically gasped. Jennifer giggled. And then she kissed the head of his penis, a light touch that drove him wild. She didn’t know why she liked teasing the man so much, why she liked being in charge. She was never in charge. It had to do with that. Ryan reached down, placed his hand on the back of her head, and for a moment she thought he had finally had enough, that a bad boy was hiding somewhere in him after all, that he
would hold her head still and fuck her face if she wasn’t going to do it. She prepared herself for that, but instead he chose to be gentle yet again. His fingers became entwined with her hair, but he didn’t force his cock into her mouth. He just gripped her hair, and he looked down to her and whispered.

  “Please,” he said.

  “Okay,” Jennifer said, and she took him into her mouth. His hard cock was long but wide, wider than any she had ever seen, and it stretched her lips to the limit. She sucked him slowly, her tongue twirling deliciously in her mouth as she took him as far as she could go, her lips almost at the base of his cock. And then she would rock her head back, and he would slide almost completely out of her mouth, his cock shining in the soft light, wet from her saliva.

  She kept her eyes on his as she blew him, but it didn’t take long until she couldn’t take it anymore, and she let his cock fall from her mouth completely. “Lay down,” she said as she stood. Then deciding he wasn’t moving fast enough, she shoved him onto the bed. She gripped his pants by the legs and pulled them off, so finally he was nude. She did the same then, sliding out of her thong and unclipping her bra before crawling on top of him. She reached down and steadied his throbbing cock with one hand as she lowered herself upon it.

  His ginormous dick felt like pure bliss in her tight pussy. She let him fill her, sliding up and then pushing down quickly so that her ass cheeks slapped audibly against his thighs. As she rode him, Ryan sat up, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, groping at the other breast with one of his hands.

  Jennifer rode Ryan furiously, tired of the teasing, tired of the soft touches. She made him fuck her hard, and she was coming for the second time before long. She yelled out loud, so loud that someone banged on the wall from the other side, but she didn’t care. She groaned and moaned as the second orgasm of the night rocked her body. Ryan kissed her to shut her up, as she was still shaking, her pussy gripping tightly on his cock as her juices flowed out of her around it, running down his pelvis and his balls.

  Ryan was a nice guy, but he could only take so much. Finally, his animal instincts woke up, and as Jennifer continued to ride him, panting after her orgasm, he pushed her aside. She landed on her back and went to spread her legs, but Ryan just shook his head and grabbed her by the hips, rolling her over and pulling her up so she was on her hands and knees. His cock neared her, and she reached down to grip his cock and guide him into her pussy, but he grabbed her hair tightly and shook his head.

  “Not there,” he said, and pushed his slick dick, shining with her spit and pussy juices still, into her ass.

  Jennifer wasn’t an anal virgin, but she had never had a cock as big as Ryan’s in her butthole. She yelped as he pushed into her, and she gripped the sheet on the bed, so tightly her knuckles were as white as ghosts. His balls slapped against her pussy when he was fully inside her, and then he pulled back.

  It didn’t take long for the man to come—her asshole was even tighter than her pussy—and she was both relieved and disappointed when he finally pulled out of her. Ryan used his hand on himself, jerking twice before he sprayed hot, thick ropes of cum onto her ass cheeks. As he was spraying his spunk on her skin, Jennifer tried to catch her breath.

  He collapsed next to her, and she laid on her stomach. She looked over and laughed.

  “Who would have thought you had that in you?” she said.

  3

  Over the next few weeks, Jennifer and Ryan saw more of each other. They fucked like rabbits, and they began to go on dates. Jennifer liked the man. He always had money; he always treated her to dinner; he bought her flowers. She had never dated a man like that. And the sex was wonderful. Best of all, Jaxson really liked Ryan, and for his part, Ryan seemed willing and able to spend time with the boy.

  The only thing Jennifer wasn’t sure about was why she was still so attracted to the big burly bikers in her bar, particularly Rocky. He drank there almost every night, the same as the rest of the Reapers. He must have known she was seeing Ryan, because he came in even more frequently, and Jennifer wasn’t ashamed to be with a good guy for once, so they would kiss and hug when he was in the bar. Still, it didn’t keep Rocky from hitting on her, often right in front of Ryan.

  Almost exactly two months to the day that Ryan and Jennifer had gone to Tempe, Jennifer’s life changed forever. She was bartending alone on a lazy Tuesday night. It was just about closing time, and the only people left in the bar were two strangers. They were both men in their fifties, bikers with long hair and beards. She guessed they were passing through; they wore vests with a snake and knife logo she was unfamiliar with.

  “You guys drink up; I’m about to lock up,” she said.

  “All right,” one man said, draining his beer and standing up from the bar.

  “I’ll catch you in a minute,” the other man said; he still had half a beer to go. His friend left some money on the bar and headed out. Jennifer smiled at the man who remained.

  “Where you from?” she asked.

  “I don’t want to talk to you,” the man said, and then he grinned. It was predatory, his teeth white and gleaming. “But there is something I would like to do.”

  “Sorry, I don’t think so,” Jennifer said, and the man made her so uncomfortable that her heart started beating fast as adrenaline pumped through her.

  “I don’t think I made myself clear,” the man said. “I wasn’t planning on giving you a fucking choice.”

  “Why don’t you call it a night,” Jennifer said, backing up from the bar. The man leaned forward, darting like a coiled snake, and took hold of her arm. He wrenched her toward him, toward the bar, as she screamed. Her stomach hit the edge of the bar and the wind was knocked right out of her. Her scream fell short as she gasped for breath. He kept pulling, and before she could stop herself, Jennifer was on the bar, being dragged across it. Once across, the man forced her to the floor, and the petite girl could do nothing but cry.

  When it was over, she was left bloody and crying on the floor, her shirt torn, her jeans down around her ankles. The man left after splashing his cum across her stomach. He threw the money he owed her for his beers on top of her, some of it falling into the salty mess. Jennifer didn’t move; she didn’t even watch him leave. After he was gone, she still didn’t dare move, even when her cell phone began ringing from the spot behind the bar where she always kept it. It was Barbara, she guessed. It was past time to pick Jaxson up. Finally, after gaining control of her tears, Jennifer got up.

  4

  Jennifer had called Barbara, told her what had happened. The old woman had told her to call the police, but Jennifer had something else in mind. At four in the morning, she was standing in front of a small house with a grungy, unkempt yard, knocking on the door. It took some time, but finally the door opened.

  “What are you doing here?” Rocky asked her. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead she started crying again. The young biker took her inside, and she sat on his couch and told him everything.

  “I’ll kill the asshole,” Rocky said. He reached over and pressed his hand to her knee. She flinched.

  “Relax,” he said. “I’ll handle it.”

  That was all he said, and Jennifer knew that he would handle it. She left, got her son, and went home. She didn’t know what Rocky was going to do, and she didn’t want to know.

  She tried to put the situation out of her mind over the next week and a half, but she was assaulted by unending nightmares every night.

  She took some time off from the bar, putting trust in her employees. One night she had just gotten her son to sleep when there was a sharp knock on her door. She opened it without thinking and was surprised to see her rapist standing there on her porch. He had a black eye and a cut on his forehead.

  “You bitch,” he said. She didn’t let him finish; she slammed the door shut.

  “Your boyfriend won’t save you now!” the man yelled, mistaking Rocky for her significant other. She ran for her phone as her son came out of
his room.

  “Mommy, what’s wrong?” he asked as the man outside began to pound on the door.

  “Go into your room; lock the door!” Jennifer yelled at her poor confused child. He rushed to do as he was told, and she got Rocky on the phone. He only lived a few minutes away, and even as she was talking to him on his cell, she heard his bike roar to life.

  She thought then of Ryan. She hadn’t been seeing him much, hadn’t been speaking to him. The sexual assault had changed her somehow. He wasn’t a man who could protect her. She liked him, but if she had gone to him, he never would have been able to help her. Not like Rocky could.

  She heard Rocky’s bike roaring down the road, and the pounding on the door quit. Minutes later there was a knock, and Rocky was there. She told him about the man with the black eye, and Rocky searched her property. The man was gone.

  Jennifer got her son back into bed to sleep, and when she returned to the living room, Rocky was still there.

  “You don’t have to stay,” she said.

  “I will,” he replied.

  She nodded, and then they sat on her couch and she curled up beside him. He kept an arm around her the whole night.

  When Jennifer awoke, light was filtering in through her living room windows and Rocky was looking down upon her. He smiled and kissed her suddenly.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Jennifer asked, pushing him away and standing up quickly.

  “I stayed here all night!” Rocky said, surprised.

  “So what, I should kiss you?”

  “At least!” Rocky said.

  “Do you know what that guy did to me?”

  “That’s different,” Rocky said. “You want to fuck me.”

  “Get out!” Jennifer yelled, trying not to wake up her son but unable to help it. Rocky stood.

  “I can’t believe this. Blue balls for this shit? You owe me,” he said, and then he left.