Royal Rock: A Bad Boy Royal Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “Come here.”

  I crawled across the bed to where he was standing and looked up at him. “You want this in my mouth?” I asked innocently.

  “Deep between those little lips. Suck that cock nice and hard.”

  I took the base and slowly licked his length, looking up at him.

  “Don’t be shy,” he grunted. “Take that cock in your pretty mouth.”

  I slipped his tip between my lips and slowly began to suck him. I tasted salt and musk and more and loved it, especially the way he grunted and pressed my head down. I began to suck him harder and faster, my tongue working his shaft, my other hand jerking him off. It was almost too much for my mouth, and I had to work hard to keep up with him.

  I loved being on all fours in front of him, sucking his thick cock while his hands pressed my head down. I took him as far as I could into my throat, but it was barely halfway down.

  “That’s right, take that dick deep into your throat,” he grunted.

  I pulled back, taking a deep breath, jerking him off with my spit.

  “You like shoving your cock into the back of my throat?”

  “Damn right I do, babe. I only know fast and hard and rough.”

  He pushed me forward suddenly. I landed on my back and his hands were on me, tugging my shorts off. His mouth was suddenly on me, pressing his stubble and tongue against my soaked clit.

  “Oh shit, Nate,” I groaned.

  “You taste fucking perfect,” he said as his tongue lapped at my clit, sucking gently and rolling around its length.

  I gripped the sheets, barely holding myself back. I was practically ready to come right then and there from the pure tension. I loved sucking his cock—it made me soaking wet—and I was on edge already. His tongue and mouth licking and sucking at my soaked clit sent me into long waves of pleasure.

  “I could eat this little pussy all day long. I want to swallow all your fucking juices,” he grunted as he lapped at me.

  Holy fuck is he dirty, I thought to myself, unable to answer. I could only moan and grip the sheets.

  And then it began to peak. I grabbed his head and began to roll my hips, rubbing against his stubble and tongue and mouth. His strong hands grabbed my tits and my hips as his mouth continued to eat me.

  And he suddenly pulled back. I let out a frustrated gasp and he grinned at me.

  “You didn’t ask permission to come,” he grunted.

  “Nate! Please!” I said, practically begging.

  “Come here.” He pulled me over on top of him. “Get down there and suck some more cock. Maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

  Blushing, I kissed down his ripped abs before finding his cock again, slipping it into my mouth. I rolled my lips up and down his length.

  “Ah, fuck yes, babe. I want you to swallow that dick. Take it all.”

  I tried to get every inch but couldn’t. He was just too big and hard, and I wasn’t used to men like him. He grunted and took what he wanted. The guys I’d been with, although we’d never had sex, we still did some stuff. And none of them were as strong and dirty as Nate was. They were all timid and gentle.

  There was nothing gentle about my stepbrother the SEAL. He was all crude and powerful strength. I was a rich girl from a good family, I got good grades, I worked hard, but I’d never experienced wild excitement like I did with Nate.

  His cock in my mouth was practically enough to send me into ecstasy. I reached back and began to rub my own clit, losing myself in the moment. Normally I would have been too embarrassed, but I couldn’t help myself with Nate.

  “That’s right, girl,” he grunted, “rub yourself off for me. I love to watch those hips move.”

  I moaned, his dick deep between my lips as I continued to work up and down his length, sucking him hard.

  “Fuck, babe, you’re so damn perfect,” he grunted. He pulled his hips back and moved me away from his cock. I licked my lips as he stood back, standing up off the bed. I was on all fours, looking at him expectantly.

  “You want me to fuck that slick little cunt of yours?” he grunted at me, taking a handful of my hair.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Yes.”

  And I knew I wanted it. This was the moment; I knew I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted my stepbrother the SEAL to fuck me deep and as rough as he wanted. I needed him to take my body and to own it.

  “That’s right,” he said into my ear. “I’m going to take that pussy and make it mine.”

  He stood back and reached into the drawer, pulling out a condom.

  “You look perfect on all fours like that, staring at me like you need it.”

  “I do,” I moaned, dripping wet.

  “That’s right. Your pussy is mine. Your lips are mine. That perfect fucking body is all mine.”

  I nodded, my lips parted, my pulse thudding fast in my chest.

  He ripped open the condom and rolled it over his massive dick. He pushed me, rolling me onto my back. I wrapped my arms around his back as his cock pressed against my soaked entrance.

  My heart was hammering. The tension was almost too much to bear.

  “Fuck me, Nate,” I whispered. “I’m yours. You own everything.”

  I felt his hands grip my hips hard as he slowly, agonizingly amazingly slowly, pressed his cock inside me.

  I gasped as pain mingled with pleasure. He pushed deep, deep inside me.

  “Shit, girl, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunted.

  “Oh my god,” was all I could say.

  He filled me completely. I had no clue I could be so fucking filled up with him, and I loved it, loved that he covered every inch of me. He began to move his hips slowly, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, carefully but firmly. If I weren’t so wet, I probably wouldn’t have been even able to take him.

  But I was soaked, and he was slowly fucking me deep.

  It was something I could never have imagined. I always thought I knew what sex would be like from my limited experiences, but I had no clue. It was completely different. It was his smell and his taste and his cock filling me up, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth against mine as I moaned loudly.

  I was losing myself in the pure pleasure. I was losing myself in the desire. It all flooded through me, and I knew I was totally his, totally lost. I knew I needed it and would keep on needing it. I was addicted to his cock from only one deep thrust.

  He continued to thrust into me, his lips and hands roaming my body, working my pussy deep. He moved faster, and my hips moved with him as the slight pain slowly gave way to overwhelming pleasure.

  “Fuck, girl,” he grunted in my ear. “Your pussy is perfect. It grips my cock like we were made to fuck.”

  I moaned in response as his hands grabbed me. I never imagined I’d be so deep and lost in sex before, but I was completely melted into Nate.

  “Your pussy is mine now. I own every inch of you,” he said.

  “Oh shit, Nate,” I gasped. “I’m yours. My body is yours.”

  He felt my breasts, tweaking my hard nipples, as he continued to ravage me. He was animalistic and savage, a grunting force of lust and desire. It was like I couldn’t stop myself from feeling the intense pleasure he brought into me with his incredible dick.

  The fact that he needed and wanted it only made it that much more intense. It was only him and me in the entire world in that moment. He was completely and utterly focused on my body. It was an intense attention I’d never felt before, but Nate’s thick, hard cock fucking me deep made it intensely right.

  He was wild and incredible. Our bodies worked together, writhing in passion, sweating and hard. His cock worked me, and I tried my best to work him back, wanting to please him as he pleased me.

  His hands grabbed my hips, lifting my ass up, and suddenly I felt it. All of the tension had built up beyond the tipping point, and I knew I was going to explode.

  “Fuck me harder, Nate,” I gasp, moaning. “Fuck me hard.”

  “You going to come for me?” />
  “Oh fuck, yes, I’m going to come.”

  “That’s right, girl. Come for me. Come hard on my big dick. I want to make that pussy explode.”

  And I did. Despite the slight pain from my first time, I gripped the sheets as an orgasm unlike anything I’d ever felt before began to overtake me. My whole body convulsed and tensed as it practically tore me apart.

  My vision went white as it moved through me like a whirlwind. Everything that had ever happened in my life was gone, and there was only the intense feeling of pleasure wracking my every inch. Nate kept fucking me deep, working my body, and I could only cry out in loud, feral moans.

  “Fuck, girl,” he grunted loudly. “Watching you come like that is too much. I want to fill up that pussy.”

  “Come in me, Nate,” I begged him as the orgasm began to subside. “Come in my pussy. Fill me up.”

  He grunted and unleashed himself. His hips thrusted deep and hard, rough and incredible. He clearly couldn’t think about anything but coming in me as he released a loud grunt, his orgasm spilling out into my pussy.

  I gasped, my fingers digging marks into his back as he fucked me rough, thrusts deep and fast, his skin slapping against mine.

  And then it was over as he slowly finished.

  I watched, dazed, as he pulled out and tore the condom from his dick. He wrapped it in a tissue and tossed it into the trash.

  “Holy fuck, girl,” he said, grinning at me. “I think I’m addicted to that pussy.”

  I smiled at him. “You’re not so bad yourself.” I was dizzy with post-sex emotions.

  He stood up, stretching, his large cock still mostly erect. “Not bad? I just gave you the best first time imaginable.”

  He was so damn confident and cocky, but it was the truth. I couldn’t imagine most people got fucked like that, first time or otherwise.

  “And it only gets better,” he said, grinning, and winked at me.

  I couldn’t believe I had just fucked my crude stepbrother. He was so cocky and such an asshole, but the lingering, incredible buzz from my orgasm reminded me of what he could do to my body. It was totally unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

  I didn’t know what I was going to do. I was a good girl. I didn’t fuck my stepbrother, or anyone for that matter. But there I was, already practically salivating at the idea of letting him fill me up again, and we had just finished my first time only a minute ago.

  I was deep in his wake. He was a ship sailing through my life, pulling me along, and I knew I was powerless to stop it.

  Nate had me. As rude and crude as he was, he completely owned me.

  And I couldn’t wait for more.

  10

  NATHAN

  I woke up early and hit the beach running before Claire even began to stir.

  The night before kept playing in my head like a movie. The sheer animal desire of it was incredible. She seemed almost insatiable. After the first time, we went at it again, and again her pussy was so fucking perfect that I wanted to come the instant I slammed inside her.

  It was the perfect stress release. After getting home from the boat, she was clearly still in shock from seeing me take out those two amateur pirates. I needed to help calm her down, and apparently rough, sweaty sex was exactly what she had needed and wanted.

  We fell asleep together, my arms wrapped around her. I woke up with a start, surprised that I was still with her. Normally I would have gotten out of there, because I wasn’t the type to sleep over. I couldn’t give the girls I fucked the impression that they’d ever see me again.

  I was a SEAL, after all. My life was inherently short and brutal. I couldn’t let myself fall in love with some pussy.

  But it was different with Claire. All the normal shit that kept me from getting close had never even occurred to me until I woke up in the morning. It felt natural and right to just lay there, sweating and talking about normal shit until we both passed out.

  Worst of all, I hadn’t thought about those pirates at all. In the cold, early morning hours, I suddenly realized that something had been bugging me about them, but I had been too wrapped up in giving Claire the best fucking orgasms of her life to really notice it.

  As I ran down the beach, my body limbering up, my breath coming in deep, I began to tease it all apart.

  First, they seemed like amateurs. Any pirates working the U.S. coast would absolutely have to be pros just to keep from getting caught. Those two guys just seemed like normal thugs with a speedboat.

  Second, they both had the same tattoo. That in itself wasn’t weird, since there were plenty of gangs and pirate crews that used symbols to prove membership. But there was something about the symbol that was nagging at me, like I had seen it before somewhere.

  Finally, and most damning, was the situation they’d found us in. Why were pirates out in the rain? Maybe they thought the bad weather meant it would be easier to stay out of sight and slip past anybody that was patrolling the waters. But it also meant that most boats worth anything wouldn’t have left the harbor.

  So why decide to attack some piece of shit junker like the one we were in? They had to know that we were a tourist vessel and that we didn’t have anything worth stealing. Maybe they were just going to attack the first ship they saw, but that was just stupid and reckless, even for pirates.

  The whole thing felt fucked up and wrong. If they weren’t just some run-of-the-mill pirates, then who were they, and why did they come after us?

  I was drenched in sweat and feeling good by the time I made my way back to the house. Claire was still sleeping, and our parents hadn’t come home, which meant it was easy for me to slip upstairs, shower off, change, and grab some food real fast.

  I was out the door before anyone knew any better.

  The Outer Banks was a popular tourist destination. Claire’s dad lived in the richest town, but there were plenty of other places scattered throughout the 200-mile expanse that were typically included as a part of the Outer Banks but weren’t full of millionaires.

  It was large enough to hide a few little hidden pirate coves, too, but I didn’t know where to find any. Plus, I couldn’t go around asking questions like that, or else I was liable to get stabbed in the neck. Walking up and down the coast until I found something was out of the question, too, considering the whole point of a pirate cove was to be hidden from people. One asshole wandering around wasn’t going to just stumble upon it, not to mention the huge size of the coast.

  Instead, I made a drawing of the symbol I’d seen tattooed on those guys and went to one of the seediest towns I knew about.

  Seedy for Outer Banks standards, at least. It was still pretty decent, with plenty of tourist crap and whatnot, but it wasn’t geared toward the rich and the ultra-rich. It was a little rough around the edges. As I walked around the downtown and boardwalk areas, I felt much more comfortable here than I had back with Claire and her dad.

  It didn’t take me long before I found the shadiest bar in the area. It was a dive called The Salty Pecker that had a seagull as their mascot. I smirked to myself, always one to appreciate a good penis joke, as I went inside the dimly-lit space.

  It was early, still before noon, and the few people in there were hardcore regulars. Otherwise, it was mostly empty, and so I took a seat at the bar until the bartender came over.

  “What can I do for you?”

  “Beer. Coffee, too, if you have it.”

  “Beer and coffee, coming up. You want some food?”

  “Nah. Not right now.”

  He nodded. “Kitchen does breakfast for another hour.”

  I thanked him as he walked away. Only in the Outer Banks would a dive bar also serve breakfast.

  He returned with my drinks pretty quickly, and I left him a decent tip. I drank the coffee first, enjoying the scalding heat, and watched a soccer game on TV.

  I was going to have to be patient, and patience was not one of my strongest qualities. Still, I couldn’t exactly wave the symbol around t
o every asshole I saw, hoping that someone would lead me directly to the pirates. I had to be subtle, or at least a little bit subtle, otherwise I’d get that knife right in the back.

  I wasn’t sure why I kept thinking about getting stabbed. I was probably remembering how I had killed the first guy on the boat. Not that I felt bad about that or anything. I’d killed before in the line of duty and would kill again. But it was the first time I’d killed outside of a mission, and it felt a little strange.

  Still, I’d do it again if it meant protecting Claire. I wouldn’t lose any sleep over it or anything like that.

  I started in on the beer as the first hour ticked away. I finished it and ordered another, tipping generously again. Soon people began to filter in, mostly tourist types, but also a few hard-looking people, probably locals.

  Eventually I started chatting with the barman. He was a bored guy, owner of the place, and seemed happy just to have someone to talk with. He’d been married but was divorced, and he had lived in the area his whole life. He was Dan the barman, and I had to repress a little smile at the stupid rhyme.

  Eventually I ordered a third drink, tipping well again, and worked up my nerve.

  “So, Dan, you must know a lot about this place.”

  “A lot? My great-granddaddy was the mayor for a few years. I know this place better than anyone.”

  I nodded. “You seem like a smart guy, too.”

  “Guess you could say that.”

  “Well, I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

  “If I can, I will.”

  I took the drawing out of my pocket and opened it up. As soon as he saw it, I could tell he recognized what it was, but his face quickly passed over his initial reaction.

  “Do you know what this means?”

  “Can’t say that I do.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that? I have a friend who has this tattoo, and I’m trying to find him.”

  He looked at me quietly for a minute. “You got a friend with that mark?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “I think you should leave.”