Natalie Vs. Prince: A Steamy Royal Romance

by Mona Cox

  “That’s it, love,” he whispers, sliding his cock out and then back in, rocking his hips in a crescendo of movement. “Your mouth feels fucking amazing…” he continues to whisper, thrusting so hard that I’m no longer sucking or licking; I’m just frozen in place as he fucks my tight mouth. “Fuck,” he groans suddenly, and I feel his cock pulsing against the roof of my mouth. He stops thrusting at once, and then slides his cock back until it pops out of my mouth with a wet sound. I hear his hard breathing, and then I feel him bending over me; his fingers are behind my head, working on his knot, and then he finally pulls the tie out.

  My eyes narrow into slits as the light in the room bombards me, but the first thing I look at is his hard cock; there’s pre-cum glistening on its tip, and it’s pulsing with a violent eagerness for more.

  “Fuck me, Connor. As hard as you can,” I tell him, my mind quivering as he crawls down to between my thighs, a wicked grin on his face.

  “As hard as I can?” he asks me, looking into my eyes as a fire rages behind his. “Are you sure you can take it, love?”

  “More than sure,” I respond, licking my lips as I part my legs, inviting him in. Still grinning, he leans into me, pressing his stomach over my own as he angles his cock straight at my pussy. He grabs his shaft with one hand and, pushing it down, rubs the tip of his cock up and down my inner lips; I tremble as I feel his member on me and, reacting by instinct, I cross my legs behind his lower back and reel him in. He doesn’t resist, instead, he accompanies the movement of my legs by thrusting hard.

  “OH, GOD!” I scream at the top of my lungs, his thickness pushing against my inner walls and stretching me wide. It doesn’t matter how many times we fuck, I just can’t get used to a cock as big as his. Oh, make no mistake, I’m not complaining here, in fact, it’s just the opposite: every time we fuck, I get to feel his cock as if it’s the first time we’re together. It’s a true miracle of sex, if you ask me.

  As he thrusts, he leans further into me, pressing his body on mine, and kisses me. I close my eyes and surrender to the way his lips feel on mine, our tongues dancing and fighting as the rhythm of his hips grow into a maddening frenzy. He’s moving so fast that everything in me is burning, and that includes my soul. His thickness moves in and out at a hard pace, straining against my inner walls and hitting that sweet spot every time it goes deep inside of me.

  With my legs locked on his back, I urge him to go even faster even though I’m not sure if I can take it. But I do it anyway, and Connor responds by thrusting so hard that I can’t help but scream until my throat turns raw.

  “Untie me, untie me,” I beg him, the sound of my voice raspy and urgent. I’m straining against the ties hard, but all he does is look at me with a wicked grin.

  “I will… But you’ll have to be nice,” he teases me, and then reaches with one hand for the bedpost and undoes both knots. The moment I feel my arms free from bindings, I place both my hands on his back and dig my fingernails into his skin so hard I might draw blood and leave a mark. At the same time, I start nibbling at his neck, pulling his skin between my teeth perhaps too harshly; he doesn’t seem to care, though, and he keeps on thrusting until I feel on the verge of exploding.

  He’s fucking me so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if the bed breaks and we fall straight onto the floor. But that doesn’t happen; what happens is that I come, a mighty explosion going off inside of my head. I close my eyes as my brain goes thermonuclear, my blood grows radioactive, and my pussy tightens so much around Connor’s cock that I might just break it in half.

  When the rush of endorphins finally starts to fade away, I collapse on top of the mattress completely exhausted. There are beads of sweat on my forehead, and my chest is rising and falling at an urgent pace. I don’t even know how many times I’ve came, all I know is that Connor’s far from being done.

  He slides his cock out of me and, hooking his fingers on my hips, rolls to the side and pulls me up into him. I go after him, parting my legs and straddling him. We lock eyes and the same smile dances on both of our lips; we’re completely in sync. I go for his cock, curl my fingers around it and lift my hips up. I tease him, rubbing his glans against my drenched folds, but I don’t have his willpower; I last just a few seconds, and then I ease down, impaling myself on his thickness.

  I scream again as he bucks his hips at me, burying his cock so deep inside my pussy that my G-spot seems like it’s on fire. And then he does it again, and again, and again. I should be the one riding him, but he doesn’t stop thrusting, completely destroying me. He’s fucking me so hard that the concept of time becomes meaningless, all of my existence focused on how amazing it feels to have him inside of me.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck,” I curse under my breath as my insides start to scream, pleasure clawing and biting at my nerve endings. I come again, a wave of ecstasy washing over me before I can even prepare myself for it. I’m not one to curse, but I just can’t help myself right now. Besides, I’m way off my ol’ straight and narrow path, so a little cursing isn’t going to hurt, right? Fuckin’ right.

  As I come down from the umpteenth orgasm of the day, I grit my teeth and start to rock my hips against him; at the same time, I lean into him and bury my fingernails into his chest. This time he keeps still, allowing me to take the lead and ride him into the badlands of pleasure. And that’s exactly what I do: my body sways slowly at first, but it doesn’t take long for the rhythm of my hips to turn into something so furious I’m actually surprised I’m capable of doing it. I do it until my muscles feel heavy, my lungs on the verge of collapsing and, just like that, I come again. Christ, I don’t think I've ever came this many times during a single day. How am I still conscious?

  “I’m… exhausted…” I whisper between breaths, rolling to the side as his cock pops out of me. “But… I… want… more…” I add, commanding my muscles to work together as I go on all fours and wiggle my ass from side to side, summoning Connor.

  “That’s my girl,” he says as he goes to his knees, positioning himself behind me. “You make me proud,” he continues as he grabs me by the hips and places his cock against my pussy. This time, there’s no waiting period; he thrusts in one sudden and violent movement, driving his cock so deep inside of me I’m actually surprised he hasn’t cut me in half.

  He keeps thrusting until my mind has melted away, all thoughts inside my head just a scattered collection of my lustful imagination. I don’t even feel the passage of time; all I feel is my pussy tightening around his cock, electricity raging through my body as my muscles spasm again. I hiss, my throat feeling sore from the effort, and I close my eyes as this last orgasm chokes whatever rationality still lives in me.

  “Take me…” I whisper, breathing so hard I might just pass out. “All of me,” I add, and he knows just what I want. He pulls his cock out and, grabbing it with one hand, slides it up and places it between my ass cheeks, its tip pressing on my asshole. Oh, God, I can’t believe we’re doing this.

  I grit my teeth as he moves in at a patient pace, pushing his glans against my ass. His shaft follows after, straining against my insides and forcing a scream to claw up my throat. I open my mouth and let it out, my sore throat no longer complaining, or if it is, I don’t even feel it.

  When Connor finally sheaths all of his twelve long inches inside of me, I’m burning so hot I might just burst into flames. And when he starts to thrust… Oh, sweet Lord, there’s a Heaven after all. This feels so fucking good you wouldn’t believe it. It hurts, it sure does, but it’s the sweetest kind of pain I have ever felt. I can’t even open my eyes right now. I’m lost in a Universe of pleasure, and it’s almost like I don’t even have a body. It’s my soul that’s feeling all this ecstasy.

  “OH GOD! DON’T STOP! DON’T YOU STOP! DON’T… STOP!” I shout as loud as I can, the most intense orgasm I have ever felt in my entire life rising up to meet me. When it finally explodes it’s as if somebody has pulled the plug out of me. I collapse on top of the bed, his cock po
pping out of me harshly, and I lay there like I’m dead, except my limbs are flailing and I’m convulsing as if I’m having a seizure.

  “Now that’s impressive,” I hear Connor’s amused voice as if it’s coming from the bottom of a well. Somehow, hearing him jolts me into life and I force myself to turn around and lie on my back. I open my eyes lazily, and he’s still on his knees, looking at me with hungry eyes.

  “Now… Don’t stop,” I whisper, my words barely audible. “Stroke yourself for me… I want you to… I want you to come all over me, Connor,” I continue, a tired grin showing on my lips. He just grins at me and, curling his fingers around his cock, he starts to move his hand back and forth. I barely blink as I see him stroking himself, completely lost in a trance. And that’s when his cum hits me straight in the face.

  The first strand of his seed jumps from his cock in a split second, splatters of cum going right between my eyes. I open my mouth and throw my head back, more thick ropes of it falling into my mouth and over my breasts. In less than a few seconds his warmness is covering my whole chest, and still he keeps coming. I don’t think he has ever came this much before, and it seems there’s still a whole lot more inside of him.

  “Fuck,” he groans, gritting his teeth and still stroking himself. My face is completely covered in cum, and I don’t even want to think about the state my hair is in. I grab my breasts and, feeling them wet and slippery, start to rub them as I smear his juices all over me. “Oh, fuck,” he repeats, finally letting go of his cock as the final spurt of cum falls straight on my pussy.

  He collapses by my side, lying on his back and closing his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. Grinning, I turn to him and, without even waiting, I press my cum-coated lips against his. His reaction is a fast one; he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into him, my chest pressed against his. The cum that’s covering me starts dripping down onto his body, but he doesn’t seem to care; instead, he pushes his tongue inside my mouth, scooping whatever cum I have there and pulling it into his mouth.

  “You drive me fucking crazy, Natalie,” he whispers, running his tongue down my chin and onto my neck, licking me dry. Smiling, I grab his hair and yank on it, forcing his head back. He looks straight into my eyes, smiling back at me.

  “I love you, Connor D’Avington,” I tell him, my heart bursting with happiness.

  “I love you, Natalie…” he says and then, after pausing, his lips widen into a coy smile. “How does Natalie D’Avington sound?”

  20

  Epilogue As Told By Natalie

  “OH MY GOD!” Alicia and Christine cry out at the same time as they run up to meet me. I greet them with a wide smile, and they hug me so tightly that I almost stop breathing. “This place is amazing!” Christine squeals happily, looking around with wide eyes, her face shining with wonder.

  “I know, right?” I tell them, hugging them back. I came to St. Albans two weeks ago and I haven’t seen them since. Of course, we FaceTime almost every single day, and they always bury me in questions about what the D’Avingtons are like, and what it’s like to live in St. Albans. So, it was only a matter of time until I invited them to visit me here at the palace. Two minutes after I invited them over, they had already bought their tickets. Two days later they were touching down on the St. Albans Airport; Connor sent a chauffeur to pick them up, and now here they are, marveling at the palace.

  That’s right, the palace. Connor and I left New York a few weeks after the final confrontation with Nadia, the anti-royalist mole inside of the Royal Family. We revealed our relationship to the world and, lo and behold, Connor stopped being a pariah. Sure, a few fringe publications still doubt how much he has really changed, but almost everyone knows what I know: Connor D’Avington is a changed man.

  “Miracle of love saves St. Albans monarchy,” the NY Daily Journal said on its cover with bold letters over a photo of Connor and I walking hand in hand. Connalie, that’s how the media and fans have been calling our relationship. I never thought I’d have a title rivaling the old Brangelina thing, but that’s what happened. And, as the News of Time Times so succinctly said, “Connalie carried the day against Constitutionalist conspiracy.”

  Our relationship was a serious blow to the Constitutionalists, that and the fact that their mole got exposed. Public opinion turned against them and ripped them to shreds before you could even say “Long Live the King.”

  And now here I am, sharing a room with Connor in the Royal Palace, right in the beating heart of St. Albans, one of the most beautiful islands in the world. I’ll have to say, I was a nervous wreck coming here. I mean, it’s not every day that you get to meet a King. But King Silas, Connor’s older brother, was nothing but welcoming to me. “My brother is a better man because of you, Natalie,” he told me, and my ego almost blew up at his words.

  “Girl, you’re so lucky,” Christine squeals again, looking around the reception hall and walking toward one of the balconies. She steps outside and both Alicia and I follow after her. The balcony overlooks St. Albans' capital city, the streets sprawling underneath us as the lush green vegetation of the island meshes with the tall spires of the buildings. The sun is setting now, its warm light embracing us as we look at the city in silence, taking in everything that happened these last few months.

  “I guess so,” I tell her, smiling. I still haven’t managed to stop smiling since Connor and I decided to be together. And I don’t think I’ll ever stop doing it.

  “Guess? Now that’s some modesty right there,” Alicia teases me, bumping me with her elbow. “I mean, look at you! Soon enough I’ll have to start calling you Princess, uh? Princess Natalie D’Avington… That has a ring to it,” she continues, laughing merrily.

  “Oh, I don’t know about that,” I start telling them, but I don’t really believe what I’m saying. I just don’t want to jinx myself, you know? But I know that Connor has been playing with the idea; I can see it in the way he looks at me late at night, both of us exhausted after ravishing each other. Still, I don’t want to think about it now. Let it happen when it happens, you know? What matters is that we’re together.

  “So,” Alicia turns her attention toward Christine, “you better keep up, girl. When are you going to get yourself a man?” She teases her, but I know there’s no malice to her words.

  Life has really taken us by surprise these last few months. We were just young silly girls out of college not so long ago, and now look at us… Alicia is the youngest Vice-President in a financial behemoth, and I’m living in a palace. As I look at Christine, something tells me that the she won’t break the trend; there’s something very special in store for her.

  “Oh, I’m just focusing on work right now, you know?” Christine starts, faithful to her old “work hard play hard” mantra. “I’m waiting for the right guy to come along.”

  “He will,” Alicia and I say at the same moment, and we all share a laugh, the sound of our voices carried by the window and into the city below.

  It’s funny how life works, isn’t it? One moment you’re living in a tiny bedroom apartment in the Upper East Side, the next you’re being whisked away by a European prince and living in a palace. Christine’s right; I’m a lucky girl. No, let me say that again: I’m the luckiest girl on Earth. And it’s not because Connor’s a prince, or because he’s rich or anything… It has nothing to do with it. I’d love him all the same even if he was broke.

  You see, while the whole world saw in Connor nothing more than a spoiled rich asshole, I saw past that. Under all his cursing, tattoos, and devil-may-care attitude, there’s a man capable of… love. And, though his love isn’t cheap or comes easy, it’s worth the effort. The moment those words came out of his mouth (I love you, Natalie), I knew he’d love me forever and that he’d do right by me.

  And that’s all a girl can ask for.

  Also by Mona Cox

  Alicia Vs. Billionaire

  Ashley Vs. Boss

  About the Author

  Mona Cox is the pe
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  Mona represents the bygone times of all of us. When we were independent, carefree, and the world was still new and waiting to be explored. When we didn’t have bills and responsibilities and the biggest thing on our minds was finding that perfect dress to wear on the date with the perfect guy and how long we wanted to wait till we let him take it off.

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