Her Prince’s Secret Baby: A Forbidden Royal Romance

by Ames, Ilsa

  “What…this?” Her face reddened. “With my boss?”

  I growled hungrily. “I meant have you ever fucked.”

  Her face reddened an even deeper shade as her tongue darted out to swipe at her lips. “I’m not a virgin, no.”

  I think my directness and the crudity of my language confused her. It also brought a spark of curiosity to her seductive blue eyes. Those eyes were seductive because they lacked guile, they showed only what she felt, desire mixed with excitement.

  I felt blood surge into my cock, and groaned as I became what should be impossibly hard. I felt the hot blood throb inside of me, and a shiver of my own rocked through me. I’d never felt desire this hot before. She wasn’t a virgin, which was good because I didn’t want to deal with that awkwardness, but she wasn’t as experienced as she should be. That was hot, because that meant I would be the one to teach. It would be me who taught her how to suck a man’s cock, how to make a man come. All while I taught her what it felt like to explode on a man’s face as he fucked her with his mouth.

  I began to explore the rest of her body then, my fingers grazed down her neck to find the buttons of the blouse she wore. Blue silk, much darker than her eyes, opened to reveal a beige bra covered in satin and lace. Dark nipples peeked out from the lace, and my mouth watered. I waited though, and teased us both when I grasped at the dark bud with my fingers. I’d get it in my mouth soon enough. For now, I wanted to turn her into a puddle of need.

  I felt her arms slide around my neck and push, which made me grin. She knew what she wanted then. “Eager are we?”

  My tone teased, and I knew there was a gleam in my eye as I looked down at her. She smiled back up at me shyly, but her words shocked me.

  “Look, I just…I mean…”

  “What is it, beautiful,” I said quietly, my brow furrowing.

  “I’ve done this before. I’ve just never, you know…”

  I frowned. She couldn’t possibly be saying what I thought she was saying, could she?

  “Tell me.”

  She swallowed as she looked up into my eyes.

  “I’ve never come.”

  I froze, studying her eyes, and realizing she was telling the truth.

  “Never?”

  Sympathy flooded me and I knew I had to make this the best fuck of her life then.

  “No.” She frowned, looking away. “I think I’m broken or something.”

  “Have you tried on your own?” Bad idea to ask that question, I knew it the moment it was out of my mouth because my brain flooded with images of her naked on her bed, her fingers deep inside her own pussy. I couldn’t help it and thrust my dick against her to relieve some of the ache that image conjured up.

  “I don’t know how to…” Oh, that innocent tone, the blush on her cheeks…fuck, she was even hotter when she replied with such innocence.

  “Then let me teach you a thing or two, Cara.” My fingers pushed away her bra and my fingers found skin far silkier. I grasped at the sensitive flesh of her nipple just before I leaned down to swipe at it with my tongue.

  Her nails dug into the skin of my scalp and her hips surged up to meet mine. “Andrej—”

  “Shhh, just feel it, Cara. Let me show you what you’ve missed.”

  She sighed and tried to relax, but I could still feel the tension of her hands in my hair, in the way her fingers grasped at my scalp. I focused on her nipples and tried to block out the seductiveness of the way she sighed and trembled as I used my tongue on her.

  Her hips jerked with each glide of my tongue, and when I bit her nipple sharply, but not too hard, her legs wrapped around my waist and she started to grind into my hard cock. It was torture, but I held myself apart as she groaned a sound that sounded like pure bliss had been found. I could hear the fierce thump of her heart as her excitement grew, I could smell how close she was on her skin, and bit down just a little harder as my other hand found the other breast.

  My little American came apart then, there was no control, no way to stop it, she just exploded beneath me, too overwhelmed to control her own response. I groaned against her as I felt her hips dance against mine, and wanted to bury myself inside of her immediately, but I didn’t. I waited, my own control an iron band that would not be broken. Not yet, anyway. If she kept up such untutored but erotic responses, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back for long.

  I pushed back into her as the waves washed over her. I knew the tip of my dick was right against her clit, and she let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a scream that made me twitch. I felt the flex of betrayal in my shoulders, in my back, as my body decided enough was enough, and pushed me away so that I could push her pants down her legs. My fingers dragged her soaked little panties down with the trousers, before I tore my own pants away. My shirt flew off of my chest, and then our skin made contact. Hot silk against hot silk, her blouse was opened, her bra still on, and I fought for enough control to slip those away after a moment to savor the feel of her wet and naked against my hard length.

  She felt so good, totally bare at last, and I let my fingers explore more of her. Down the stomach that heaved still as she fought for breath, past the fascinating curve of her stomach, and down, to the wet heat between her thighs. She’d only just come, but I wasn’t done yet. I wanted her exhausted, totally pliant when I finally sank into her.

  I slid down her body, my lips a soft kiss against her skin as I wound my way down the path my fingers had just blazed. I felt her fingers in my hair again when I reached her right hip. She tried to pull me up, she tried to speak, but I let her fingers pull to force my way down to the tasty morsel between the folds of her pussy. I sucked her hard nub into my mouth and the fingers that had tried to pull me away now pressed my face deeper into her swollen cunt.

  She tasted like heaven, and I inhaled the sweet scent of her desire. I tasted her on my tongue and thought I’d come with my dick pressed into the bed. She tasted so fucking good. There wasn’t anything on earth that tasted like Cara’s pussy and I knew it would haunt me in the days and weeks to come. I’d taste her on my tongue while in meetings and other inopportune times, but I didn’t care, because now I knew how she tasted, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

  I went in strong and persistent. Soft and gentle would have made it a painful experience for her at this point, strong and sure would carry on that pleasure into a new world well past what she’d already experienced. I licked the tiny nub until it stood up to greet me, and then I clamped my lips around it. I let my tongue beat a fierce rhythm against it while my fingers explored the rest of her.

  With her thighs clamped around my head I really couldn’t hear anything, but when my fingers found her ass, when one slipped inside of the secret hidden there, I could hear her cry even through her thighs. My little nymph liked that then. I grinned and pressed the finger deeper into her, while my thumb sought out the entrance to her pussy. I wanted to blow her mind, and I was about to.

  I fucked her with my hand, with my mouth, this naked beauty beneath me, I massaged nerves that had never been so overloaded before, until I had to press down on her hip with my free hand to hold her in place. This time, when she exploded, my mouth filled with her juices, flooded with her essence, and I groaned. Not much longer, I couldn’t take much more, or I’d embarrass myself by getting off before I’d even fucked her.

  She had barely touched me, and I was already far too aroused to be gentle. I’d wanted to take my time, I’d wanted to make her feel every possible moment of pleasure, but her response, the way she gave herself up wholly to me, had me far too wound up. Even my control could snap, and Cara seemed to be the one definite thing that could break me.

  I felt as if I might break every second my cock wasn’t in her. And while I was certain that the only thing that could save me was to be inside of her pussy, I loved it as she rode my face to one gut-wrenching orgasm. I felt her twist and turn beneath me as pleasure tore through her, but I held on. I waited, I breathed through my own pai
nful need, until she pushed at my head again, only this time she pushed it away.

  She was done, and her legs fell to each side of me. I knew she was ready then, ready to take what I had to give her. I shifted up onto my knees and pulled her closer to me by her hips. I looked down to watch as all of my inches disappeared into her, thick, hard, and long. I had to pause halfway in; she was just too tight to take all of me at once, and I waited for her body to let me in.

  I might be too big for such an untried pussy, I thought with a smug smirk. “Relax, Cara, let me in, baby. Let me fuck you.”

  Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me, a question in her eye. “Let your pussy relax, baby, so I can get deep inside of you. You’ve clamped down on me, and I can’t get in.”

  I wanted the words to be dirty, I’d already noticed how she responded to that, and used the crude words on purpose. Cara loved it.

  Her eyes closed, and I felt her walls grow tighter. She’d wanted to relax but clenched even tighter around me instead. I groaned, the clamp of her slick walls around me almost too much of a pleasure. The head of my dick was in heaven, even if the rest of me wasn’t. I clenched my fingers into her hips and thrust into her, I needed to get past that tight spot, I wanted to be completely inside of her, and at last, I sank all the way in as her body relaxed.

  “Andrej…fuck, it’s too much!” I heard her gasp, but laughed her protest away. Her hips had twitched up to take even more of me. Her walls all but swallowed me as they began to spasm to suck me even deeper. Her body knew what to do, even if her mind didn’t.

  “More, fuck, give me more!” Her demands had changed now and I thrust into her deeper.

  “You’re so wet, Cara. Fuck, do that again.” Her fingers had grazed at my nipples and sent a surge of electricity through me. There was no more control, there was only my cock as it ground down into Cara, over and over.

  Her legs wrapped around my waist and she dug her elbows into the bed. Her own control had slipped and she worked to get what she craved now. There was no passive pleasure taken, not anymore. I’d let the temptress in her out, and she wanted more of the gasps and groans I couldn’t hold back.

  I filled the emptiness inside of her with ease, and felt her walls stretch around me with each thrust into her. I knew my face was naked with pleasure, that she could read every thought on my face if she wanted to, and she was. She saw all of my need and gave back her own. She needed more, even more of me, but I didn’t know exactly what else she wanted. I’d figure out it later. Right now, I just wanted to see her fall apart one more time.

  I flipped her, dragged her up on her hands and knees, and slammed back into her, one hand gripped at her hip, the other on her overworked clit. It took only seconds before she screamed my name and her pussy clenched around me tight as the orgasm erupted through her body. I lost it then and light exploded behind my eyelids. I emptied into her in jets that exploded from my cock, every bit of my cum pumping into her hungry pussy.

  I finally withdrew and fell beside her. My heart pounded in my chest, and I thought I’d die before I caught my breath.

  Fuck. That’d been good. That’d been very, very good. As in best sex of my damn life good. And here it’d happened with the last girl in the world I should have been touching, or tasting, or fucking.

  And suddenly, I felt even more. I felt even more than the lust I’d had for her before, or even the curious longings in my chest. No, there was more now, and suddenly, I was even angrier that I had to leave in the morning.

  Chapter 7

  Cara

  He’d been gone for days now. I wasn’t about to complain about it, but he’d left me the morning after our first time and the only thing I’d heard from him came in the form of flowers that were sent anonymously to me. I assumed the flowers were from him, at least. They were wildly seductive smelling orchids that filled my room with a smell that made my head swim until I opened a window.

  Nothing else, no messages, no phone calls, not even to check on Livia, which disappointed us both, but a messenger did come to tell Livia that her father had to be away for business and that he would come to see her as soon as he arrived back at the palace. She seemed satisfied with that explanation, and I couldn’t let a little girl outdo me in the poise department could I? No matter how I might want to call him and beg him to come back to my bed, I had to be discreet, and control myself.

  I wanted to find out where he was, to climb into his bed, and find out just how good we could make each other feel all over again. I waited for him patiently though. He was a crown prince, he had duties, and besides, we never made promises about next time, did we? He may very well not want me again. He might have gotten the taste for me out of his system after that first time.

  I refused to let it bother me, and pretended that I wasn’t about to fall apart inside. It was stupid of me, it really was, but I needed him unlike anything I’d needed before. I would lose myself in the memories he’d given me when Livia took her daily nap, and I’d have to find a quiet place to hide the flames in my cheeks and the way my heart raced. The way he’d groaned my name as he came inside me, the way he’d gripped my skin, fuck, it made me twinge deep inside and then I’d crave him even more.

  It had been a week, and I went to bed alone once again. I’d stared out at the moon, full and round, and wondered where he was. If he’d seen the same sight before he went to bed. If he was in bed. That’s when another thought formed to plague me and tears pricked my eyes. What if he’d found someone else to fill his bed? What if he’d had me and moved on?

  I’d just have to deal with it, I decided. Somehow. I’d lost people before, after all, it wasn’t anything new to me. I breathed in deep and swiped at my eyes. I kicked my legs out under the luxurious white sheets, the white cotton of my gown hampering my movements until I hiked the hem up around my hips. I rolled to my stomach, still not content, and finally found a comfortable position. Maybe I’d see him tomorrow, I thought as my eyes closed. I could hope.

  My thoughts drifted until I fell asleep and began to dream about Andrej. He whispered words into my ears, words of how much he’d missed me, how he’d longed for me the entire time we were apart. He even said he’d cut the trip short because of me and his need to taste me again.

  It was when he pushed the covers down and sank between my thighs that I realized I wasn’t in the midst of a dream. I was still on my stomach, and his fingers slid down, down my ass to slide between my folds, and then further down, to my clit. His fingers teased at the little nub that now throbbed between my legs for a moment, before he pulled his hand away. His hands gripped at my hips to draw me up to my knees, and I gasped into my pillow.

  “I’m home, my darling. Let me taste you.” I was still half asleep, but so glad I’d showered before I came to bed now. His lips split me open and licked at every part of me until he found exactly what his tongue sought.

  “Don’t stop, Andrej. Fuck, I missed you. I missed your tongue.” I was still lost in the warm embrace of sleep, but I drifted towards total awareness as he worked his magic on me. He had a one track mind and his tongue traced circles around my clit steadily. He changed his pace, he changed the pressure, and then one of his fingers slid into my pussy.

  I wanted to turn inside out; it seemed like the only proper response to the sensation of first one finger, then two, inside of me. I felt as if he’d split me open, but it was an ache that felt so good. I didn’t want it to stop, not unless he was going to fill me with his cock instead. Then he could pull his fingers from me if he wanted to.

  “I had to come back early, Cara. I was supposed to be there three more days, but I couldn’t get the taste of you off of my mind.” He interrupted the exercise of his tongue to tell me. “I drove for hours to get back to you. Now, be still so I can swallow every drop of you.”

  My hips had twisted with each thrust of his finger, but I tried to stay still now. He wanted to taste me, then he was welcome to it. His fingers pushed into me, once, twice more, and
then I lost all train of thought. I’d waited so long for him, I hadn’t even touched myself, despite how hard that had been. He’d given me my first taste of what an orgasm felt like, and I might have given in to the urge to try to recreate that wonder if he hadn’t come back tonight.

  I tried not to move as my back arched of its own will, I tried not to twist my hips as my pussy convulsed inside of me, as my clit exploded to send bolts of pleasure up my abdomen to ripple into my brain, but I failed. I heard his sounds of encouragement behind me; I heard the slick sounds as he sucked up the juices that flooded from me, and it only made me come even harder.

  “Rest now, Cara.” His palm flat on my back guided me back down to the bed. “I want to watch you sleep.”

  I did as instructed and spread out on the bed. I knew he was beside me, and I was far too relaxed to protest. Later I’d ask questions. Maybe later, when I’d slept some more, I’d ask him if I could touch him the way he touched me.

  I woke up just as dawn started to brighten my window. I heard him, felt him there in my bed. I opened my eyes to look at him. I wanted to run to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, but I was afraid to move. I’d never woken up with a man in my bed before. I didn’t want to break the peace on his face. He was naked beneath the covers, I discovered that when I moved a leg up next to him.

  Tentatively, I reached out a hand, and ran it up his hip bone. I’ve never really had the chance to explore a man before. My hand moved up, to the ridges of his abdomen, over his chest, and then back down. I sought out that part of him that I’ve never actually touched before. Not with my hand anyway. I found him hard and my eyes went wide when I felt a pulse go through him.

  I darted a look up to see his eyes were still closed, his face still a mask of peace. I couldn’t stop the smile on my face and didn’t try. I gripped his cock softly, afraid I’d hurt him. I’d heard how delicate men were about their nether regions. I moved my hand, unsure where to grip, or how to give him the most pleasure. I heard a slight groan when my hand gripped him a little tighter, and I moved my hand up and down easily. Slowly, I could feel him start to grow in my hand – hardening and thickening.