Rock Hard Prince Charming: A Royal Bad Boy Romance

by Rye Hart

  I couldn't avoid her forever.

  When I answered the door, my jaw nearly hit the floor. There was Emma, but she looked so entirely different. No longer was she the cute little girl next door in her sundresses and short-shorts; she was a woman and there was no denying it. She wore a black sheath dress that hugged her curves just right. The dress was low cut, showing off her perky breasts and making it hard not to stare.

  On top of the sexy attire, her blonde hair was pulled back in a French twist and she was wearing red lipstick. She hardly ever wore makeup, and when she did, it was always so natural, it looked as if she wasn't wearing any at all. Even now, with her delicious red lips and thick, black lashes, she still wasn't overdone. She was still Emma underneath it all, just more dressed up than I'd ever seen her before.

  The effect was beyond stunning.

  As I stared at her, I could feel the fire burning low in my belly. Oh God, how I wanted her.

  “May I come in?” she said, smiling awkwardly.

  She barely looked up at me, almost like she was feeling a little self-conscious herself. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her own waist , as if she was afraid of showing off too much of herself. She was shy. Never in a million years would I expect Emma to be shy, but there she was, trying to hide even while, at the same time, she was trying to show off her beautiful body.

  “Of course,” I said, opening the door wider for her to come inside. “But we need to – ”

  Before I could finish my sentence, she pressed herself against me and kissed me. And just like that, shy Emma went straight out the window.

  “I've been waiting all week to do that,” she said, blushing as she pulled away. “I was afraid I'd lose the nerve if I waited.”

  I closed the door behind her, unable to speak. My gaze fell on her once more and I felt myself growing harder just looking at her. I could only imagine what seeing her naked would do to me.

  “Emma, can we talk about this?”

  “Sure,” she said, looking worried. “What do you want to talk about?”

  “Your dad spoke to me the other day.”

  She sighed as she fell down onto the sofa. “Seriously?” she said. “He just can't leave it alone. And he can't accept that I'm an adult and am fully capable of making my own adult decisions.”

  “Yeah, he told me to stay away from you,” I said softly. “And I don't want to make enemies with my neighbors.”

  She wouldn't look at me. I saw tears welling up in her eyes, but she also looked angry. Biting her lip, she shook her head and seemed to be willing herself to not let her tears spill out and down her cheeks. She was trying so hard to maintain her control.

  “I can't fucking believe this,” she said. “I'm twenty-one years old and still get treated like a child. No one – not even you, Marcus – trusts me to make my own decisions. It's all about what everyone else wants for me. But when do I get a goddamn say in how I run my own life?”

  “Listen, Emma – ” I started to argue, but she was right. I mean, her father was still controlling her life, even though she was an adult. And I supposed, by extension, I was guilty of the same thing. “I do think of you like a grown-up, I just don't want anything to come between us. Not just your father and I, but also you and me. I love having you here with the kids. And the last thing I want is for something to go sideways between us. I value you, Emma. And I know my kids do too.”

  “Who says anything has to come between us?” she asked. “Why can't we just be two consenting adults having a good time? Aren't we entitled to enjoy ourselves?”

  Her comment surprised me. Sometimes it was hard to believe she was twenty-one years old. She was wiser and far more mature than most girls her age, that was for sure. Even still, there were some things she was still a bit naïve about.

  “Because it's never that easy, Emma,” I said. “Not when sex is involved. There's emotions and everything that goes with it too. It always tends to get complicated.”

  She crossed her arms in front of her chest defensively. “So basically, you're not trusting me to be mature about all this, to not act like an adult in this situation and know what I'm capable of emotionally?” she ranted, her tone clearly indignant. “Got it, thanks for doubting me too, Marcus.”

  She stood up, a clearly annoyed expression on her face and walked toward the door, passing me. As she did , I reached out and grabbed her arm, stopping her. Her sweet scent lingered in the air, and as she turned to glare at me, I wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to tell her I was wrong, that we could do this. I wanted to tell her that it would all work out and we wouldn't have the problems I was envisioning.

  “What?” she snapped.

  “Maybe you're right,” I mumbled.

  “About?”

  “About everything,” I said. “Maybe I'm just scared.”

  “Scared of what?” she asked, her tone turning gentle. “There's nothing to be scared of, Marcus.”

  Her face softened somewhat as she turned and faced me, finally meeting my eyes. I had a hard time holding her gaze, so many conflicting emotions swirling around inside of me.

  “Scared of being intimate with someone again,” I said. “Especially someone like you. I don't know if I could trust myself, Emma. The way I feel already is overwhelming to me and that's what makes it scary.”

  What I was trying to say was that I could see myself falling in love with someone like her. But she deserved more than some widowed, thirty-five-year-old man with two kids, and enough baggage to fill a warehouse. Emma deserved someone who was full of life, who could give her everything she ever wanted ,someone younger who wasn't afraid to try new things or enjoy new experiences. She deserved all of that and more, and I wasn't sure I could give her those things she deserved.

  Emma was an amazing woman, inside and out, and I didn’t think I was anywhere good enough for her.

  “What are you saying, Marcus?” she asked.

  “What I'm saying is that – ” I sighed. “Emma, I only wish I was about ten years younger. ”

  She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me gently, stroking my cheek. “Well, I'm glad you're not,” she said. “Because I don't like men my own age. And according to my dad, you were an asshole in your youth, so maybe I like the older you better.”

  Her mouth brushed my cheek, sending chills down my spine. She kissed my jaw and moved slowly down toward my neck.

  “I just want to be sure I can give you what you deserve, Emma,” I muttered, feeling myself growing hard with each brush of her lips. “Because you deserve the world and I don't know that I'm the man who can give that to you.”

  She grabbed my crotch and stroked me through my pants, smiling deviously up at me. “Oh, it feels like you can give me way more than I deserve,” she cooed.

  With her hand on my erection, it was nearly impossible to say no.

  “I want this,” she said to me, gripping me tightly. “I want you. I want your experience, I want you to teach me all that you know, and whatever comes from it, so be it. I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm asking you to trust me, to enjoy me, and to let me enjoy you. We can handle it, like adults, but please, Marcus, stop denying me what I want.”

  With a plea like that, how could I resist?

  I took her hand in mine and together, we walked toward my bedroom.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Emma had never been in my bedroom. There had never been a reason before now for her to see it. I had a king-sized bed that I used to share with my wife. Just looking at it with Emma pressed so closely to me, made my heart thump a little harder in my chest. I had to work hard to suppress the feelings of guilt that were threatening to bubble over inside of me.

  I was a tidy person so my room was clean, the bed was made, and the linens were fresh. She seemed impressed as we stepped inside the large room. She looked around, seeming to be taking in every detail of my room as if she were entering some sacred shrine or something.

  Off to the side was a door that led to a small balcon
y that overlooked my backyard, and hers as well. I walked over and drew the curtains, not wanting her father or anyone else to witness what I was about to do with her. She sat down on my bed and stared up at me with sweet, innocent blue eyes and a flirtatious smile upon her lips.

  “Where should we start?” she asked me.

  I'd never had a night of sex start off quite like that – with a question – but I knew she was a virgin, so all of this was new to her. I'd never been with a virgin before honestly, and I felt a little nervous about it. I'd never someone's first, not even the first girl I'd ever been with, and I wasn't sure what to expect. Not to mention, I surely didn't want to hurt Emma.

  “Lie back,” I said. “Get comfortable.”

  She did as I said, lying back and smiling up at me. She looked nervous, but I could see the absolute desire in her eyes. I fell to my knees on the floor in front of her and lifted up her dress until I could see her pink lacy panties underneath. I took a deep breath in, inhaled the scent of her, and savored it. When when I looked up at her again, it was with a broad smile on my face.

  “I want to get you warmed up first,” I said, sliding her panties down her thighs and tossing them over my shoulder.

  She nodded, biting her lip as she looked down at me, watching everything I did. Slowly, I moved toward her, settling between her thighs, and laid a soft kiss upon her sensitive lips. She was nervous and trembling, but I felt her body shudder beneath me as my tongue circled her clit. A soft groan escaped her as I pleasured her with my mouth, gently, slowly and with care.

  She tasted so sweet as I plunged my tongue into her again and again, savoring her. I'd always enjoyed going down on a woman; everything about it was amazing to me. It had been so long, and God, I hadn't even realized that I'd missed the way a woman tasted, or the way they moved as I worked my tongue around their most sensitive parts, until I had Emma moaning and writhing beneath me.

  I sucked on her clit, and she gasped, arching upward with her body.

  “Too much?” I asked her.

  “No, just right,” she said. “It just surprised me, that's all. It feels amazing.”

  I went back to work, eating her delicious little pussy and relishing in her moans and shivers, enjoying every moment of bringing her pleasure.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “I think I'm – ”

  And that was it. She screamed out my name as her body rocked with pleasure. I kept my pace on her pussy, licking and sucking until her first orgasm eventually subsided. Hearing the sounds she made, the soft, sweet moans, caused my cock to grow even harder in my pants.

  When she finished, she stared down at me with flushed cheeks. Her breathing was shallow and ragged and she looked like she didn't quite know what to do with herself.

  “Wow. That was better than doing it myself,” she said. “So much better.”

  She sat up and kissed my lips, tasting her own juices, her hands undressing me as she went. I helped slip her dress up over her body, exposing her beautiful breasts sheathed in a pink bra that matched her panties.

  As I removed her bra, I kissed her and allowed her breasts to fall into my hands. I gave her a salacious look as I took one of her perfect nipples into my mouth, sucking on it as she watched. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as I teased her nipple, doing everything I could to prepare her for what was about to come. She ran her hands through my hair and moaned as I licked and sucked on the tight peaks.

  I'd heard the stories about having sex with a virgin – cautionary tales, really. I knew it could be painful for them. She needed to be wet, loose, and ready for it because I didn't want to cause Emma the slightest bit of pain or discomfort.

  Emma pulled me on top of her, her impatience showing.

  “Please, Marcus, please,” she begged, staring up at me. “I need you. I need you inside of me.”

  Then it hit me. “I don't have any condoms. ”

  I figured that would be the end of things right there. There was no way I could risk getting her pregnant. She looked up at me, giving me a lascivious little grin.

  “I'm on the pill, silly,” she said. “In my purse. I can show you, if you'd like. I got on them months ago, just in case the opportunity arose and I met the right guy. And I trust that you're clean, if you trust me.”

  I stopped and gasped, speechless, and not having the power to do anything more than stare down at her as she reached down and took my cock in her hands, stroking the tip. Her eyes grew wide as she felt me, almost as if she was afraid.

  “It's bigger than my dildo,” she said with a shy smile. “God, I bet it feels so good. ”

  I rolled over, pulling her on top of me. She squealed with delight as she was now on top, staring down at me. She smiled and licked her lips seductively.

  “I think it's better to let you have control,” I said. “That way you can go as fast, or as slow, as you need to. I think you should dictate the pace, for your comfort.”

  “But I don't know what I'm doing.”

  “It's easy,” I reassured her. “And I'll guide you along. Come here.”

  I helped lift her up, to position her to where her opening was poised just above me. She wiggled her body down, taking in just the tip. Slowly, she slid down the length of me, taking my cock into her inch by inch. Her eyes were wide and she moaned as I filled her up, sliding in a lot more easily than I initially thought I'd be able to.

  God, she was so fucking tight, I wasn't sure I'd last very long.

  With my hands on her hips, I helped her down all the way, and once I was sheathed inside of her completely, she started rocking, gently, with my help. The feeling of being inside of somebody so tight was amazing and I grabbed her ass, squeezing and kneading her skin. As she moved up and down on my cock, a low growl escaped my throat as a million different sensations washed over me.

  A gasp escaped her and she squeezed her eye shut.

  “Does it hurt?” I asked her, cringing, afraid she was in pain.

  “No, not at all,” she said. “It feels good. Very good. Amazing even. It's the most incredible thing I've ever felt in my life.”

  “Good,” I said, stroking her hip softly. “I want you to feel good.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  EMMA

  When I slid down his cock, it took me by surprise. His cock stretched me wider than I'd been stretched before, but it felt amazing. I'd masturbated enough in my life that my hymen wasn't going to be a problem. I didn't want my first time to be painful, so I'd made sure of that. I'd prepared myself for it, you might say. But I never really could be prepared for this, not completely. The emotions involved with it were almost too much. As I stared down into his eyes and realized what was, I almost wanted to burst from happiness.

  Surprisingly, it wasn't painful at all though. Marcus helped me move back and forth, making me grind myself against his body. The gentle, rolling movements felt amazing, and having my clit rubbing against his pelvis was almost too much. I hadn't expected my first time to feel so incredible and I was doing all I could to keep from crying out.

  He was struggling to maintain control and keep himself from coming too soon, I could tell. At one point, I spasmed, my pussy clenching down tighter around him, and his eyes grew so wide, I thought he was going to come right then and there. But he held back and let out a groan of pleasure. I clenched down again, and he reacted once more. Smiling, I loved knowing I could have that effect on a man.

  I fell forward, kissing him as I continued rocking back and forth on top of him, his hands guiding my rhythm. The feeling of his lips on mine, his hands on my body, was almost too much for me. My pulse quickened and my movements became more desperate as I felt my orgasm approaching. The closer I got, the faster I moved, I could tell he was struggling to stay in control. His brow was furrowed, his jaw was clenched tight and every movement caused him to let out a sound of pleasure. His hands gripped my hips even harder and tighter, his nails digging into my skin as he fought to maintain control of himself.

 
Every sound that came from his lips only made my own pleasure more intense. Even though I had no idea what I was actually doing, he made me feel amazing. Finally, I found the rhythm that made my eyes fly open and a moan of pleasure escape my lips. As I rocked back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper inside of me, he hit the right spot, and I felt the tightness in my pelvis as I found myself nearing the brink; and then I toppled over it.

  “Marcus, oh Marcus,” I moaned, shuddering as the first wave of pleasure hit me hard.

  I let out a cry of pleasure, unable to keep moving. I gasped and felt like I'd frozen in place as the ecstasy rolled through me. But Marcus kept me moving, guiding me with his hands to keep me sliding up and down on his cock, which kept my orgasm going, helping it grow stronger and stronger. With my head thrown back, I cried out, coming so hard, I felt like I might fall off of him. As I opened my eyes and stared down at him, I could see that Marcus was clearly on the verge of losing control. As my own orgasm subsided and feeling returned to my limbs, I started moving again, rocking back and forth, riding him as best I could. He stared up at me with wide eyes that were filled with a primal need. A hunger and a desire that only served to make me even wetter.

  I loved that he had that look in his eyes as he locked gazes with me. It made me feel so wanted. So desired. It was hard to explain, but it made me feel like I was more than just a casual fuck for him. Something about the way he looked at me with such raw, naked emotion made me feel like this was something special, and not just for me. His nails dug into my flesh and I felt my pussy spasm around his cock. He gasped and I felt his entire body stiffened up just before he cried out.

  “Oh God, Emma!”

  With that, he exploded inside of me. I felt him pulsating and the warmth of his cum as he filled me up. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before and having him shooting his warm seed deep into me felt so amazing that I very nearly orgasmed again. I looked down at him, reveling in the look of pure and utter bliss on his face as he emptied himself inside me.

  That was exactly why I'd gotten myself on the pill. I'd wanted him to come inside of me; it made me feel more connected to him.