Royal Dick

by Melinda Minx

  “I’ll be gentle,” I say. “At least at first.”

  I bite my lip and flash her an evil grin, and then I slap my thick cock onto her wet and swollen outer lips. She lets out a yelp, and her whole body shudders. She looks up at me with raw and untempered lust.

  I need to sink my cock into her. I can’t wait any longer.

  I guide my head to her opening, and it’s so much tighter than I could have possibly imagined.

  “Jesus, Elise…”

  Her face burns red, and I press slowly in. She’s gushing wet, but her pussy squeezes me and fights for every fraction of an inch.

  I groan as I press m head halfway inside her, and I see her face tight and clenched.

  “Relax,” I whisper. “Just relax.”

  She bites her lip and nods.

  “Focus on your breathing,” I say.

  When I see her shoulders fall, and the lines on her forehead smooth, I press further in. She’s still tighter than anyone I’ve ever had, but I slide in now with steady progress.

  “Oh!” she shouts. “Wow.”

  I laugh, my head is all the way inside her, and my veiny shaft is pressing in, stretching her wider as I go.

  “You’re so tight and wet, Elise, I never want to pull out of you.”

  “I’m...I’m on birth control, so…”

  “So I’m going to come inside you,” I say, feeling a wild exhilaration explode in my chest. “I’m going to pump every last drop up into you as you cum.”

  Her eyes widen, and her legs wrap around me. I feel her heels dig into me.

  “I think I’ll like that, Hunter.”

  I buck my hips and press deep into her. Her tight wetness envelopes my cock, and I have to stop right there and focus on my breathing. I feel like I’m in fucking high school again, like there’s an actual risk that I will cum before I’m ready. But I never cum until the woman does, and I’d never forgive myself if I broke that rule with Elise. I want to make her cum all over my cock more than I’ve ever wanted anyone to--I realize I actually care how she feels. Usually, when I make a woman cum, it’s a big ego trip. I don’t really care how she feels beyond how it makes me feel.

  But with Elise? I realize I want her to feel everything I can give her, and it’s not about me this time. Shit...I hope I’m not going soft.

  My cock twitches deep inside her, and her pussy clenches against me. Nope, definitely not going soft. I’m still rock-hard.

  I slide in the last few inches, until my balls are pressed up against her.

  “I can’t believe it fits,” Elise says in wonder.

  “Neither can I,” I say. I really can’t believe it, not after how tight she was.

  And she’s still tight. As I move in and out of her, it’s tight as ever--if she weren’t as soaking wet as she was, it would never fit.

  I start to fuck her hard--for all I’m worth. My balls slap against her with each thrust, and her heels dig deep into my back. My body becomes slick with sweat, and I slide against her soft skin as I fuck her into oblivion.

  Nothing feels as good as fucking her raw, and knowing I can come over and over deep inside her. Sometimes I do enjoy pulling out and coming on a woman, but this time with Elise, nothing will feel better than filling her up with my seed.

  After several minutes, I pull out of her, and her eyes widen.

  “Hunter, please...I need you to--”

  “On your knees,” I say. My voice is gravel now, I don’t want her to disobey or question me.

  She flips over and gets on her knees. Without even having to tell her further, she bends down with her face against the pillow. Her ass stays up in the air, and her pussy and glorious ass are up in the air and begging for me.

  I look down at my cock, it’s twitching in expectation, and it’s covered in her thick cream.

  I smile wide, grip her beautiful hips and ass with both hands, and plunge back inside her.

  “Wow!” she shouts.

  I start to pump her.

  “It’s different,” she says between moans, “than before, I can feel--ah!”

  Yeah. My cock is sliding across her fucking g-spot now. I doubt those douchebags she’s been with before lasted long enough to even lightly graze her g-spot. Even if they tried, they probably weren’t even big enough to.

  I dig my fingers into the thick flesh of her ass. Even though her waist is so tiny, her hips are fucking perfect and curvy as hell. She’s unbelievable, and even though I haven’t come yet, she’s easily the best fuck I’ve ever had.

  “Oh my God,” she gasps, “Hunter...I’m…”

  “Cum all over my cock, sweetie, don’t be shy.”

  “It feels like I have to pee--”

  “That’s good,” I say, panting. “It means you’re going to cum hard. Don’t hold back on me.”

  And speaking of cumming, just the thought of her creaming all over my cock buried deep inside her sets me off. I pull her hips up further against me, and her upper body goes even flatter. I start to thrust as fast as I can, and I feel her inner walls squeeze and clench against me.

  And then there’s a flood. Elise moans, and I feel impossible wetness surging across my cock.

  “Fuck!” I shout.

  Her whole body convulses, and I don’t stop pumping her for even a moment. Each time I sink in and out of her, my cock gets soaking wet. My adrenaline spikes, and I feel my body passing the point of no return. Even if I pulled out of her now and entered a deep meditative state, my balls would still empty themselves. No force in the world could stop me from coming now, so I grunt and grab her perfect tits. I thrust in and out of her as many times as I can before I finally cum.

  “Hunter!” she screams.

  That does it. Hearing her say my name like that is too much. My balls twitch, and I feel what may be the thickest load I’ve ever had blast through me and dump into Elise.

  “Oh, fuck, sweetie,” I say, my eyes rolling back into my head, as a second thick load explodes into her.

  “I can feel it inside me,” she screams.

  I keep pumping her as I cum. My mind and body was completely overloaded, and each time I shoot another load inside her, some of that tension eases. As I empty the last of myself into her, the tension has melted away to a warmth and relaxation that I haven’t felt in recent memory.

  Elise collapses beneath me--I’m still inside her, but she falls flat. I lay atop her, using my arms to stop my weight from crushing her.

  “Hunter,” she says. “Did you know?”

  Know what? Did she lie about being on birth control? I feel so fucking good right now that I can’t imagine anything she could say would make me angry. Not even that.

  “Did I know what?” I ask, stroking her hair.

  I pull my out of her. The bed is soaked, as is my cock. I fall down beside her. Her face is flushed red, and there are tears in her eyes.

  It’s not the first time I’ve fucked a woman to tears, but I sense some actual sadness in her expression.

  “I should have told you before,” she says.

  “Told me what?”

  “That was my first time.”

  Fuck. She was a virgin? There’s no way.

  “I thought I would bleed…” she says. “But I didn’t, so I thought of just not telling you. But, um, I guess I don’t like to keep secrets.”

  Holy shit.

  Even through my warm glow, I feel angry. She frowns, she can see in my face that I’m pissed.

  “You should have told me,” I whisper.

  “Yeah?” she asks, sitting up. I can’t help but eye her tits and stomach as she gets up. “And then what? You wouldn’t have done it? I don’t regret it, Hunter, not at all. Do you?”

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “You should have lost it with someone your own age…” I mumble.

  “What about doing what feels right?” she asks. “You told me to forget the formula and do what feels good.”

  I shake my head. My own dumbass words coming back to bite my ass. “If there wa
s a formula,” I say, “then being a virgin would be a variable.”

  “I’ve never cum like that before, Hunter. Never. I never want to make myself cum again, not if I can come like this. Do you really think a guy my age could do that for me?”

  No. No way in hell.

  “When did you turn eighteen?” I ask.

  “Two months ago,” she says.

  Something clicks in my head, something bad, but just as I think I realize what it is, it disappears into my subconscious.

  I let out a deep sigh.

  “You made me feel good, and safe, and loved,” Elise says. She puts a hand over her mouth and blushes. “Oh, geez, I’m not actually dropping the L-word on you, Hunter, I just mean loved, not in love...you gave me something that no one else could. I’m sure of that. Even if we never see each other again--”

  “We will see each other again,” I say. It comes right out of my mouth with ironclad conviction. I don’t even think about it, but after I say it, I don’t second-guess it either.

  Her face lights up. “So...me being a virgin doesn’t matter. I’m not actually a virgin anymore--”

  I shake my head. “Okay, stop saying the V-word.”

  “So you really want to, uh, keep seeing me? It can be on your terms, Hunter, I’m...I know the age difference won’t be--”

  “On our terms,” I say. “It’s not just about me.”

  A voice inside my head is laughing. No, it’s cackling, and it sounds just like Dash’s obnoxious cackle. When was the last time I gave two shits about a woman? And now, this woman--this girl--has me wrapped around her little finger? Fuck.

  Elise bites her lip. “Well...I don’t know what your friends and family are like, if they’d be cool with the idea of us together, but I know my mom would flip.”

  I nod. “I got it. It’s still early, let’s just lay here like this until I’m hard again.”

  Her eyes widen. “What…”

  I sit up now and take her by the shoulder. “We’re going to fuck all night, Elise. That’s as far as my plans for the future go.”

  We almost make it all night. A few hours before the sun starts to rise, after she rides me for all she’s worth, she passes right out with my cock still inside her.

  I splash some water on my face and get her some clean blankets.

  The harsh reality is starting to hit me now. I have to marry Nadine today. I have to turn her company around. And now I have to juggle all that with Elise in my life. I look down at her perfect face and full lips as she sleeps. She’s worth the risk.

  If Nadine knew I was taking this gamble, she might call the whole thing off. For a moment, I consider just telling her, but…

  I live for risk. I always have. I’ve saved over three Fortune 500 companies now, and it’s always been too easy. Adding Elise to the equation changes that. When I sleep with her, and when I kiss her, it’s simple as anything. It feels right. There’s no way it could be wrong in those moments. But as soon as I leave that bed, it’s wrong as hell, and I know it. If anyone found out about Elise and me while I was married to Nadine, then Nadine’s company—and my reputation with it—would go down the shitter.

  But I don’t care. I want Elise. I won’t let her go. I can have everything I want.

  I hop into the shower, and then after toweling off, I start to get ready for my courthouse wedding. Nadine wants me to go to the office straightaway afterward, so I put on a suit and tie.

  Even with the tie, a hint of my tattoos reaches up my neck. I like to subvert people's expectations. How many East Coast CEOs have tattoos visible when they wear a suit? I know I could never get away with it if I wasn’t as fucking good at what I do as I am. But I am that good, and I can get away with anything.

  Almost anything, I realize, looking down at Elise still sound asleep in my bed. If everyone knew I had taken an 18-year-old’s virginity just a few hours before marrying Nadine, then that probably wouldn’t fly.

  I don’t want to wake her up, so I leave her a note with my number. There’s plenty to eat in my fridge, so I tell her to help herself and stay as long as she’d like.

  I don’t know if she has class tomorrow or what, but I do know that most college classes don’t even start until 10:00 a.m. or so. Students get lazier and lazier, and the schools cater to it. Elise isn’t lazy, but there’s no way she’s waking up early after fucking so hard all night.

  I admit that I’m a little bit tired, too, but I can get by on about three hours of sleep, and if I miss a night, I just need to grab a few more hours the next night.

  I don’t feel like driving, so I grab a cab. I could easily afford to have my own driver, but I always found that to be such a stupid fucking extravagance. If I can call a cab and it takes just a few minutes, why do I need to pay some dude with white gloves to be at my beck and call around the clock in the off-chance I need him to drive me somewhere?

  I get to the courthouse at dawn. It’s not usually open this early, but Nadine pulled some strings so she wouldn’t miss any work.

  Nadine is in her early forties, though she could pass for a few years younger. She has dark hair that would spill down to her shoulders—that is, if it wasn’t always tied up in a tight bun on top of her head. Her cheekbones are high and sharp, and her white skin is nearly flawless. There are some wrinkles starting to show, but on her they look well-earned. The signs of aging make her appear stronger.

  She gives me a forced smile. Something has her worried, but I don’t feel like prying. We try to keep out of each other's personal lives.

  I’ve never fucked her. I never even really considered it, to be honest. When I first met her, she was my brother Damon’s high school sweetheart. And then Damon died.

  Nadine could have just left my family after that--she and Damon had only been dating for eight months or so--but she stuck with us--she acted like a member of the family. She felt like she’d been more than his girlfriend. I’m sure she’d have married him if he hadn’t driven his car off a bridge.

  She faded from my life when she started college. She’d call me from time to time and check up on me--she’d started to feel like an older sister, but not that close. Sometimes she only called me once or twice a year. When she got pregnant, she stopped calling.

  I heard from her again a few years after Celia’s dad was completely out of the picture, and Nadine was already rising up within Sencorp’s ranks.

  I didn’t pass judgement on her for not raising her daughter. I sure as hell wouldn’t have wanted to be stuck with a kid when I was in my early twenties.

  I was mostly being a fuck-up around that time anyway. I barely passed high school, and I’d been working at a tattoo shop. Not even as an apprentice or anything, just cleaning toilets and helping at the counter. I saved up all my money, and I bought stolen shit from the Chinese and Greek mafia. I bought in bulk, and then sold it for a killing. It was all going well until I owed so much money that both the Chinese and the Greeks wanted to kill me.

  Nadine bailed me out. She gave me a no-strings loan. She probably thought I’d just fuck up again, but I paid back my debts, re-invested, and once I had the money to go legit and get out of my life of crime, I did. I started my own company, and soon my wealth eclipsed Nadine’s. I paid her back in full, but I still feel like I owe her. I’d be dead if she hadn’t helped me when she did.

  The court clerk is an older man with a deep frown. The frown gets even deeper when he looks at me.

  “You’re sure about this, Ms. Haze?” he asks, ignoring me.

  “Yes,” Nadine says. “Hunt, are you sure?”

  I think of Elise in my bed, and how bad it could be for Nadine. This is my last chance to tell her. But if I tell her, she’s fucked anyway, isn’t she? Sencorp will go under without my help.

  Nadine struggled for decades to rise up to the rank of CEO. She watched incompetent fucks above her squandering the company’s capital on half-baked ventures, and she still wasn’t in a high enough position to stop them. Only when things got
really bad did they hold an emergency meeting to make her CEO. She finally got what she’d always wanted—instead of raising her daughter, she had sacrificed everything for her career —but it was a trap. The only reason they made her CEO was so that she could captain the sinking ship. So that she could be responsible for the failure that others had worked so long at creating.

  If I don’t save her, no one will. It’s my one chance to pay her back for saving me.

  “I’m sure,” I say.

  “Sign here,” the clerk says.

  We both sign.

  “I don’t suppose you want to kiss,” he says, the frown nearly swallowing his face.

  “No,” Nadine says.

  “We’re done here then,” he says. “Don’t come to me if you change your mind, Ms. Haze.”

  “Thanks for your concern, Dustin,” Nadine says.

  “So…” I say. “I guess we’re married now.”

  Nadine and I step outside the courthouse to share a cigarette in the cold air. Neither of us usually smokes, but this is one of those occasions that calls for one.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  “You already told me you don’t give a shit, Hunt.”

  “Ah,” I nod. “Your daughter? Yeah, I really don’t want to hear it.”

  She laughs and shakes her head.

  Our relationship is odd. Ever since we both became business-minded, we have only focused on that. I vaguely remember Nadine holding me as I held back my tears at Damon’s funeral, but ever since she gave me that loan, we’ve been all business. It’s worked for us.

  “You don’t have to care, Hunt,” she says, “but this cigarette isn’t de-stressing me, so I need to at least vent. Just pretend you’re listening, okay?”

  “Fine,” I say, taking the cigarette from her hand and taking a long drag.

  “I told Celia not to stay out too late. I told her to be back home by midnight. When she wasn’t home at twelve-thirty, I called her. No answer. Then I texted her saying to at least let me know she’s okay. No response.”

  I only half listen. Remind me to never have kids.

  “She’s supposed to start her internship today, and I don’t even know where the hell she is. I had to really fight with her father to get her to stay with me. He says I’m not cut out to take care of her.”