The Hot King and I: A Royal Bad Boys Romance

by Seyna Rytes

  His eyes… I can't detach mine from the fire burning in his midnight blue irises.

  Magnus drops the towel on the floor without a glance and crosses the space between us in a flash. Standing in front of me, towering over me, I can see he's clenching his fists. He finally lets out, low and gravelly:

  "I told you to stay away from me, lastan."

  I dare not move. Captivated by the icy blaze burning in his eyes, the rigidity of his entire body. His now fully erect, magnificent dick.

  Magnus lifts a trembling hand and runs his thumb roughly over my lips. I'm sure, smearing some of my lipstick. He pushes his thumb in my mouth and I suck on it, greedily. I watch his cock stiffen, grow longer and twitch, as I run my tongue over his thumb, suck it in, deep and hard… His eyes don't leave my face for a second. They're intense, ardent... frightening!

  He removes his thumb from my mouth and grabs me by the side of my face, with one hand. Bending over to take my mouth in a ferocious, punishing kiss. Bruising my lips, plundering me with his tongue. Pulling moans of pleasure and supplication from me. A kiss unlike the sweet, hot ones we've shared yesterday. Unlike any kiss I've ever exchanged!

  After one last nip or my bottom lip, he straightens up and asks, his tone rough:

  "Why did you come?"

  I don't hesitate:

  "I want you to fuck me, Magnus."

  "Are you sure?" He growls. "This is your last chance to back out, Ina."

  I nod frenetically.

  He's holding my chin between his strong fingers, tilting my head up.

  "Are. You. Positive?" He enunciates, giving me an ultimate way out.

  I nod again and he shakes his head.

  "Speak."

  "I'm sure, Your Majesty."

  His cock twitches at my words. We're both getting off on the power play…

  "Don't call me that. There's only Ineissa and Magnus here tonight. No king, no hotel manager."

  "OK," I let out breathily. Rubbing my face in his palm, turning my head to the side to kiss his hand. I feel the shiver running through his body.

  "Fuck! You're driving me crazy, lastan!"

  Twice he's called me that. I wonder if that's a Montesquan word…

  Hand still holding my face, in a more gentle grip now, he fists his erection and starts pumping it long and slow, right in front of my face. Making my mouth water…

  "Give me a condom. Nightstand."

  I turn on all fours and I can tell he gets the full view of the lacy thong parting my ass, when I hear his pained moan.

  "You're gonna pay for teasing me," he promises.

  Once I've crawled back to Magnus, he watches me open the condom and lets go of his erection the time it takes for me to roll it on, with shaking fingers.

  "Open for me, lastan."

  I part my lips obediently and he slips in the head of his cock. Large, soft, heavy. Made for my tongue to swirl around it… I suck and lick and lap. Tightening my lips, poking my tongue over his slit. Slurping my saliva and his thick precum. But, he only gives me the head, keeping the rest of him in his fisted hand. I moan and squirm, feeling moisture trickle down my clamped thighs.

  "More, please," I finally beg.

  And the bastard feeds me a couple of inches, nowhere near his full length. Still watching me intently. The veins in the back of his hand and his forearm popping under the strain he's putting on both of us.

  I greedily swallow up the portion of his dick he's giving me. Moaning even louder, writhing, opening and closing my thighs to give my pussy some semblance of friction and relief.

  "You want more, naughty girl?" Magnus asks in a taunting voice.

  I nod eagerly.

  "Good. You'll have to earn it. Show me how much you want it. Push the lace off your pussy."

  I obey immediately.

  "Good job, lastan. Now open for me. I want to see how ready you are for me."

  Without hesitation, my fingers trembling, I part my labia, exposing myself. My eyes are riveted to his handsome features. The hard expression on his face has given place to pure lust. Magnus is licking his lips. I can almost feel his unwavering gaze on my pussy.

  "I think you're ready, alright."

  He pulls his dick out of my mouth, rubbing the head over my swollen lips. A wicked grin on his. I lick every inch I can get my tongue on. Wonton and shameless.

  "Lay back and pull out your breasts."

  I do as I'm told and relish at the satisfied glint in his eyes. I'm not running away tonight!

  Magnus climbs on the bed and sets himself hovering atop my body, on hands and knees. Watching me intently, for any sign of defection…? Not tonight, buddy.

  "I want you. Please, my King."

  "Don't call me that," he growls before sucking in one nipple on a hard tug. An electric current travels from my nipple to my clit! Magnus then proceeds to roll his tongue over my taut nipples, lick my breasts, bite them, scratch them with his short nails… Driving me insane, making me writhe under him. All the while, he's dragging his stiff cock along my wet slit, rubbing at my clit, sliding through my folds, poking at my entrance but never pushing in. Maddening! When I can't take it anymore, I wrap my legs around his trim waist, crossing my feet over his muscled ass and pull him in with all I've got! His chuckle is muffled, mouth stuffed full of both my nipples. Tongue still lapping and teeth grazing. Hips rotating, but maintaining an infuriating distance between our midsections.

  "Montescu, I swear to God!"

  I pull on his hair and he lets go of my breasts with a loud pop. Licking his lips, like after a satisfying meal. Magnus entwines our fingers and holds my hands above my head. Still carrying most of his weight on his elbows and knees, he starts penetrating me deliciously slow. Eyes never leaving mine, mouth falling on mine every few seconds to mimic the motion of his dick in my pussy. I feel the thick head push through, the length rub all over my sensitive flesh, he keeps pushing and pushing, like he's never gonna end. Till finally, our pelves connect and I let out a long cry of pleasure! I feel so full, so stretched. He's reaching parts of my body I never felt stimulated and I'm mad with lust. Writhing, squirming, getting so wet I know I'm making a mess of his bed, but my self-consciousness is long gone. The lewd sounds of our slapping flesh, his growls and my whimpers fill out the room, increasing our desire and pleasure. When I feel the telltale tickle of my orgasm growing at the base of my spine, I tighten all four limbs around Magnus and he plunges into me deeper and faster, making me climax like never before. As my pussy spasms around his cock, I feel him contract over me, joining me in bliss.

  "Oh fuck, Ina! You feel so fucking good… so tight and wet… Aaahhh!"

  He ends with one last pump of his hips and falls on my body for a few seconds, our ragged breaths mingling. Before pulling out gently to go dispose of the condom. When he returns, I haven't moved from my sprawled out position and he chuckles, sitting on the bed next to me.

  "You want to use the restroom?"

  I just shake my head, spent, spoiled, lost to everything but this man, this night. Magnus chuckles teasingly.

  "That bad, uh?"

  I make a lame attempt at swatting his arm, making him laugh harder.

  "Come here, Rocky."

  He settles on the bed, pulling me atop his chest. One arm bent under his head, the other one holding me tight, fingers massaging my scalp. Heaven...

  * * *

  MAGNUS

  Ina's completely spent. Passed out cold. Dead weight against my body. Her barely audible, soft snores, making me smile. Every once in a while, I turn my head and drop a soft kiss on top of her hair, in her forehead, her face. Pull her tighter against my chest. Inhale her hypnotic smell.

  I like this one. She's different. Feisty. Determined. Strong. The type of woman I'd love to have by my side. A woman fit for a king. A woman fit to become a queen.

  I smile with derision at my own crazy ideas. I'm most likely just pussy-whipped, right now. The best pussy I've ever had. The way she came all over my dick
and milked me dry… Just thinking of it, makes me stirr like a horny teenager. Fuck! I really want to be considerate and let her rest, but she's right here: all full curves and ripe for the taking.

  I lower one hand from around her curved waist, to cup and dig into the full flesh of her ass. My other hand snakes down between our bodies and finds the scrap of lace, that I push to the side and slide a thick finger between her labia. Starting a slow rubbing motion. She whimpers in her slumber, stirring awake under my ministrations, moaning my name, starting to kiss and lick my lips. Rotating her hips to meet my finger, pushing herself into my touch, trying to get more… more friction, penetration.

  "Mag', encore, s'il te plait…" she begs. 'More, please'. French coming naturally to her in her state of abandon.

  And I don't deny her, I add a second digit and push both at once through her quivering entrance. Eliciting a cry of pleasure and nip on my lip. Ina fucks herself on my fingers with loud moans and wet sounds, making my mouth water. I pull out my fingers and she whimpers in protest, eyes flying open. When she sees me lift my hand to my mouth and suck on my fingers, Ina exhales loudly, her pupils dilating with mad desire. I grin wickedly, winking at her, before working my way down her magnificent body with kisses, licks and nips from her bee-stung lips, the over-sensitive skin of her neck, covered with my scruff's beard burn. I can't help but spend some time on her full breasts, the soft curve of her belly and her full hips. Before flipping her over to feast on her rounded ass. Kneading, massaging, kissing, lightly scratching, gently biting and licking to my content. I spread her thighs open and place my mouth at her pussy. Make her bend her knees for better access and dart my tongue deep, in a single motion. She yelps in surprise and pleasure. Her shaking thighs tightening around my head, trying to close against the intensity. But I don't let her. I replace my tongue with three fingers this time, stretching her and sliding lower, licking all along her slit, over her labia, between her folds, making my way to her engorged clit. Once there, I suck hard, pulling a sharp cry of bliss,and hook my fingers inside her pussy. And Ina's gone. Done for. She cries my name and her thighs clamp around my face in a vise. I accompany her orgasm with softer laps of my tongue and more shallow pumps of my fingers. Stretching it for as long as she comes. Continuing till she's a ragged doll against me.

  There, exactly where I wanted her.

  I pull another condom out and suit up before placing my swollen head at her entrance and gently pushing. She moans and whimpers, spent. Without even the energy to meet the long, slow movement of my hips. I fuck her all the way to the tilt, balls deep, before receding, with only the head of my cock staying inside her body. Her pussy starts quivering again, pulling my cock in,clamping on it like it never wants to let go. I grab on to her ass. Each full cheek in one of my huge hands, pulling her to meet my thrusts. Groaning, on my knees, head back, eyes blissfully closed. She feels amazing. Fist me perfectly, like no other. I let go with one hand and start circling her clit, working her so we can both come. She starts shaking from head to toe and I push deep, feeling her juices all over my balls. Licking my lips from lips and chanting her name through labored breaths.

  "Oh, fuck… baby, yes… I could live in this pussy. Shit!"

  I let my weight on her body for a couple of minutes before heading to the bathroom.

  When I return, Ina is sitting up against the headboard. Beautiful legs stretched out, a smirk on her gorgeous features.

  "Well hello, Your Majesty." She purrs low and tempting.

  I shake my head, standing right in front of her, raveling in her hungry eyes traveling over my body.

  "You haven't had enough, yet?"

  "Apparently not… but I need a shower first."

  She bites her lip and throws me a wicked gaze from under her lashes.

  "I'm all sticky."

  "That you are."

  I kiss her with a soft laugh. She gets on the tips of her toes, hands slightly crossed behind my neck and presses a long peck on my mouth.

  "Thank you, Magnus."

  "Pleasure's all mine, baby."

  Ina shakes her head, expression sobering.

  "No, I mean it. I think I forgot how to have fun and just let go, enjoy myself, life. Thanks for reminding me."

  I bow my head regally and she giggles, before rolling her eyes and heading for the restroom.

  Old Alex was right: Ineissa Camara is exactly what I need as a vacation activity!

  Chapter Four

  INA

  I leave the Presidential Suite at dawn, barely able to walk... Dressed in a professional suit, with my trampy underwear in my purse.

  This has to be the most painful walk of shame in the history of overused pussies and all-nighters. We fucked, talked, laughed and refueled on fruit juice, nuts and cheese.

  I can't help but smile at the memory of our last time: me on top, with barely enough energy left to move and Mag' meeting me with upthrusts (thank God for core strength!). Lifting my ass and slamming me into his rod. Delicious…

  Just as I'm about to press the elevator button, I hear the door to the Suite open and turn around, ready to lay a hot and heavy one on my Magnum King… when I see Vanessa sneak out in a little black dress, a pair of heels in hand, her hair possibly even more disheveled than mine!

  When our eyes meet, I bug mine out and she just shakes her head, clamping her palm over her mouth to muffle her giggles. All right, then…

  I'd love to know what happened between Prince Alessandro and her. But, I'm not ready to spill my own beans... So, I think we'll both let this one slide and hurry to sneak out of the Clemence, before any staff member spots us roaming the hotel corridors at sunrise, on a Saturday!

  In the parking lot, I simply ask her:

  "You're good?"

  She nods enthusiastically.

  "Oh yeah! You?"

  I replicate her gesture and we both laugh.

  * * *

  An hour or so later, I'm soaking my spent body in a warm bath, reliving the extraordinary events of the previous night. Mag's touch, the feel of him, his strength, the impossibly alluring scent of his body, the taste of him…

  He was deep asleep when I left and I didn't want to disturb his well deserved rest. So I wrote him a note.

  'Last night was everything… I expect a repeat. Tonight? My place. I.'

  Who is this bold, empowered woman? I do not recognize myself! Well, I recognize my desires. And, Magnus being in town just for a short period definitely makes it easier to go after what I want. To be myself and not the fearful, overly cautious, beaten-down-by-life girl I've become in recent years…

  I try pushing away my train of thoughts, but it's too late. I hear his voice, his words. See his face, contorted in disgust.

  "Fucking whore…" he'd spit out. "What are you wearing? Go put on some fucking pajamas! You think anyone wants to see your fat ass?"

  I shake my head, in an attempt to clear the nasty memories. Six months. That's all it took for that asshole to break me, to scar me, to change my vision of myself… Eight years later, I still haven't entirely recovered. But, I'm getting there. Magnus. Last night. Going after my heart's desire. Simply wanting someone, is a huge step forward. I will not be defined by Ryan's insecurities and how much he hurt me.

  Eyelids closed tight to push away the tears, I hear my cell phone ring. Blowing air long and deep, in an effort to calm my nerves, I grab the device. And just like that, my face splits into a huge smile: it's Magnus.

  "Your Majesty," I greet him, teasingly.

  He growls, ignoring my jab.

  "Why didn't you wake me?"

  "Hmm... you seemed to need your beauty rest?"

  "I wanted you here when I got up. Now, we have a wasted boner on our hands." He grumbles and I can't tell how much he's joking, but I giggle nonetheless.

  "Dude, that poor thing needs to rest. I know, I'm sore!"

  "Yeah, we kind of went wild." I can hear the cocky grin in his tone.

  "Showoff!"

  "W
hat? I said we!"

  "Mmhhhu… Anyhow, was there something I can do for you, My King?"

  "Stop," he growls and I squirm, sloshing water around.

  "What's that?" King super-senses asks, at the sound.

  "Uh, I'm in my bath?..." I respond in a fake innocent voice.

  "Fuck! Now, you have to come back. We didn't do it in the jacuzzi."

  One of the rare places in the suite where we didn't 'do it'...

  "Mag', neither you nor I are in any state to do anything! Let's take the day off. My vagina needs a break from your Magnum size."

  He bursts into laughter.

  "Alright, still want to see you."

  I'm silenced for a beat…

  "For what?"

  And, he answers as if we hadn't agreed on a purely physical interaction:

  "To hang out. Maybe finally go on that date?"

  What?! I'm speechless.

  "Ina?"

  "Umm, I'm here. Just not sure what's happening."

  "I know what I said before. I'm allowed to change my mind."

  "Just like that?"

  "No, not just like that. More like, after spending one of the best nights of my life, with an incredible woman."

  Oh my…

  "Ina. Go out with me, please?"

  "But, what would be the point?"

  "Share a good time, get to know each other more," he says softly.

  "And then, what? You go back to your glam and limelight, thousands of miles away and I return to my uneventful life. Except then I'll know what it's like to have had you?"

  "Isn't that what's already started?" His tone is gentle. He's trying to convince me, but he can sense I'm getting skittish.

  "One of the reasons I agreed to be with you, was that you're leaving and I don't want anything permanent."

  "Not even memories?"

  I smile sadly.

  "You know, you're not taking those back."

  He chuckles, low and soft.

  "Neither are you, babe."

  I sigh, before going on: