Princely Passions: A Royal Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “I have no idea how to cook,” she finally says, and I’ll admit, I only hear her in some distant part of my mind. Like, I hear her, but didn’t really hear her, if you know what I mean. “I thought I’d let you eat me out for dinner instead.”

  She turns away from the front door and walks a few steps away from me, which is when I realize that the teddy is actually a thong in back.

  Fuck yes.

  I spring through the door and slam it behind me.

  Oh yes siree bob.

  74

  Carla

  I take his hand and, without saying a word more, lead him toward my living room. We step inside and he wastes no time; closing the distance between us, he places his hands on my hips and pushes me back until my legs are against the edge of the bed. I fall on the mattress, looking expectantly as he loosens his tie and climbs on top of the bed.

  “C’mere,” I whisper, grabbing his tie and pulling him into me. He crushes his mouth against mine, his hands finding their way to my waist. I close my eyes as we kiss, our tongues wrestling against one another as he explores my body.

  Remembering how I missed the chance of seeing his naked body last time, I take both my hands to the collar of his shirt, decided to undress him as soon as possible. I undo the knot on his tie and pull it out, throwing it to the side; then, I start unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers moving from button to button at a hurried pace. The moment I feel the hem of his pants, I untuck his open shirt and push it down his arms.

  My eyes widen as I open them up, taking in the sight of Chase’s naked chest. His pectorals look like they were designed to bench press the Empire State Building, and his abs are eight perfect squares of raw muscle separated by deep lines carved straight into his flesh. Christ, I didn’t know cowboys were this ripped! But, then again, Chase isn’t just a cowboy, is he? He’s so much more than a simple label.

  “Like what you see, uh?” he asks me, noticing the look of surprise (or lust) in my eyes.

  “I do… I like it a lot,” I tell him, craning my neck and pressing my mouth on his naked skin. Moving fast, he tangles his fingers in my hair and then yanks, forcing me throw my head back.

  “My turn,” he grins, and places his free hand on my right shoulder. He pushes the strap of my dress down my arm, baring the cup of my black lace bra, and then does the same on my other shoulder. I start breathing hard as, now using both hands, he tugs on my dress until it’s all bunched up around my waist. But he doesn’t stop there; kneeling on the mattress, he grabs at the fabric of my dress and pulls it down my legs. Once he’s done, he just throws it to the side, a flicker of something dark and vicious in his eyes as he takes in the sight of my half-naked body.

  “Guess you like what you see too…” I whisper, smiling as I notice his eyes roaming down from my cleavage to my flat stomach ... and then further down.

  “I do. And I want to do more than just look,” he shoots back, leaning into me. His lips find their way into mine once more, and we kiss in complete abandonment. I feel the naked skin of his chest against mine, and it feels so amazing it almost hurts; thank God the last time we were together wasn’t the last one.

  “So, it’s time for dinner,” he whispers, pulling back from me and looking into my eyes. I still can’t believe I asked him if he didn’t mind eating me out, but now he’s going through with it. His lips go down to my neck, and then he takes them to the valley between my tits. Sliding one hand between my body and the mattress, he finds the clasp of my bra and pulls it free. I moan slightly as I feel the cups drooping over my tits, my nipples hardening as the fabric becomes loose.

  Yanking on it, Chase just pulls the bra out and throws it off the bed. Using both of his hands, he squeezes my breasts eagerly, my flesh molding to his fingers as he does it. “I can’t believe I didn’t taste your tits last time,” he tells me with a grin, pinching my right nipple between his thumb and index finger. I arch my back and let out another moan, the pressure he’s applying on my nipple sending a message of pain straight to my brain, except, by the time it gets there, it has already turned into raw pleasure. Chase really knows his way around a woman’s body; that much is for sure.

  “Well, I’m right here, cowboy,” I tease him, biting on my lower lip and looking into his eyes. He doesn’t reply; he just leans into me with parted lips, and wraps them around the nipple he was pinching. He sucks it inside his mouth, using his tongue to lap it, and I become so wet that having my thong suddenly becomes uncomfortable.

  Reading my mind, Chase takes one hand and flattens it between my thighs, his palm pressed tight against the fabric of my drenched thong. Pressing and rubbing, he works my pussy until I’m lifting my hips from the mattress, swaying them from side to side as electric sparks fly from my pussy and travel up my spine.

  Finally letting go of my nipples, he starts kissing me in a downward line, going over my stomach. But, when he gets to the patch of skin where an un-tanned line shows, he stops. He lifts his head, looks up at me with a sly grin, and then goes to his knees.

  He reaches for the abandoned tie on the side of the mattress and, taking it in his hands, he straightens it out.

  “Your hands,” he tells me, and the tone in his voice leaves no room for disobedience. He wants my hands, and he shall have it. I extend them toward him, wrist on wrist, but he shakes his head. “No, behind your back,” he orders me, kneeling by my side. Rolling to the side, my back turned to him, I place my hands together right over my ass.

  “That’s it,” he grins, lacing my wrists with his tie and tying them in place. I test his knot, trying to break free, but it’s useless; I’m not going anywhere unless he unties me. He rolls to my back then, my hands under my body, and he starts kissing the skin between my tits once more. He brushes his lips down my naked skin, and he only stops when his white teeth are touching the fabric of my thong. Pulling on it with his teeth, he slides it down my legs and takes it off. With his eyes locked on mine, he grabs the thong and takes it to his face; pressing it against his mouth, he takes a deep breath and then flashes me his rugged cowboy smile.

  “Dinner smells delicious,” he tells me, positioning himself between my legs and lying on his stomach. He starts by kissing my inner thighs, but this time he doesn’t fool around; he goes straight for the kill. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he nibbles at it softly, tracing the contour of my aching pussy with his index finger.

  I’m moaning now, arching my back as my body burns with anticipation. I need him to—fuck! He slides his finger inside my pussy with one sudden movement, driving it straight to my G-spot. He leaves it for a few seconds, and then slides one more finger inside of me. Still lapping at my clit with his tongue, he starts fingering, his rhythm a feverish one right from the start. I want to grab his hair, to force his head down and thrust my pussy against his mouth; but my hands are tied, and that quite literally. It’s frustrating as hell but, on the other hand, it’s also exhilarating. He’s in control right now, and all I can do is submit.

  Still, he knows what I need when I need it. And so, wasting no time, he opens his mouth wide and starts sucking and licking while he fingers me, destroying me with his fingers and his mouth. He does it mercilessly; licking my fluids and hitting my G-spot each time he buries his fingers deep inside of me.

  It doesn’t take more than a minute; my body tenses up, a pleasant warmness climbing from my pussy to my brain, and I just explode. I grind my teeth so harshly I might break my jaw, breathing hard as spasms of utter ecstasy take over every single muscle in my body.

  He keeps on licking and fingering me while I come, and he does it until another orgasm starts showing up on the crest of the first one. I explode again, two orgasms raging inside of me at the same time. Yeah, hun, multiple orgasms are a thing. I’m one of these women that thought they were a myth, but here’s the proof.

  Sighing loudly, I open my eyes as Chase slides his fingers out of me, lifting his head at the same time. I look into his eyes as he goes up to his knees, my fluids gliste
ning on the skin around his mouth.

  He swings his legs out of the bed and, going up to his feet, grins.

  “Come here, Carla,” he orders me, and I somehow manage to roll out of the bed. I’m standing up when he places his hands on my shoulders. “No, on your knees.” The sound of his voice acts like a spell, and that’s all it takes for my knees to buckle. They touch the ground quickly, and I just kneel there, looking up at him while my heart pounds against my ribcage.

  Mischievousness all over his face, he undoes the top button on his pants, and then pulls his zipper down. My heart tightens up as I see that huge shape straining against his boxers briefs, and I even forget to keep breathing as he pushes his boxers down his legs. He step out of his clothes and, standing there, towers over me like some kind of naked god. His body is so perfect that he seems like a marble statue, one carved by one of these masters of the Renaissance. If Da Vinci was alive, Chase would be his model.

  He doesn’t need to tell me what he wants me to do, and that's because I want the same thing. I lean toward him with slightly parted lips, and all he does is angle his cock down, its tip pointed straight at my mouth. I stop one inch away from it, and just reach for the tip with my tongue, running it in circles and feeling his salty flavor inundate me.

  Instead of taking him in my mouth, I tilt my head sideways and slide my tongue down his shaft. I only stop when I’m close to his balls and, lost in a whirlwind of lust, I open my mouth as wide as I can and suck one of his balls in. I flick my tongue at it, feeling its weight in my mouth, and only then do I pull back.

  Going back up his shaft, this time I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock. I lower myself over his huge member, allowing his length to roll over my mouth until its tip is pressed tight against the back of my throat. I open my eyes just to realize that, even though the tip of his cock is touching the back of my throat, there are still at least two inches of his cock outside my mouth. I make one extra effort and push myself down, somehow fitting all of his length inside of me, my lips brushing against the skin at the base of his cock.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he breaths out, and that’s when I slide back out. Bobbing my head back and forth, I start ravaging his monstrous cock as hard as I can. It pains me that, with my hands tied behind my back, I can’t grab it, but that just makes me suck him even more fiercely.

  I go so fast the muscles in my neck start to hurt, but I don’t let that stop him. I use the pain as fuel to go even harder, the wet sound of my lips going up and down his shaft filling my whole bedroom.

  Then, suddenly, Chase grabs me and forces me to stop. I turn my eyes up to him, and the lustful smile on his face makes my insides clench. Holding my head in place, both his hands in my hair, he starts to thrust. Sliding his cock in and out of me at a furious pace, there’s no other way to describe what he’s doing; he’s fucking my mouth as if he were fucking my pussy and, by God, it feels amazing.

  He ravages my mouth for God knows how long, and only stops when a violent spasm takes over his cock. Groaning, he grits his teeth and then pulls back, sliding his cock out of my mouth.

  “Fuck, I love how tight your mouth is…” he tells me, and his deep voice makes my pussy flare up with a burning need. I need him inside of me, and I need it now.

  “My pussy is tighter,” I tease him, my words like an open invitation.

  “I know,” he whispers quietly, going down to his knees right in front of me. Grabbing me by the shoulders, he forces me to turn around and then pushes my head down; still on my knees, I lay my face down on the mattress while he grabs the tie around my wrists. Closing in on me, he keeps me bent over while he guides his cock to the wet spot between my thighs.

  Instead of thrusting right away, he just brushes the tip of his cock up and down the length of my pussy, teasing me. He still isn’t thrusting but I’m already moaning, electric anticipation making me feel lightheaded.

  “Fuck me... I need your cock,” I tell him, turning my head to the side so that the mattress doesn’t muffle my words. “Please,” I then add, and that does it. My moans turn into a wild scream as he thrusts, his cock flying deep inside my pussy until all of his twelve inches are in me.

  “You’re right… It’s so much tighter,” he says, thrusting at a hard pace and making my body burn with pleasure. His thighs slap my ass cheeks rhythmically, and I let the sound lull me into a trance.

  Still grabbing the tie, he rides me hard, doing it like a true cowboy. That thought makes me smile, but my smile only lasts for a fraction of a second; one hard thrust of his and I open my mouth wide, gasping as the tip of his cock hits my G-spot. He does it over and over again and, like a ticking bomb, my body starts the short countdown to a mind-bending orgasm.

  I don’t how many mores thrusts it takes; all I know is that when the orgasm hits, it hits in full force. Thunder and lightning rage under my skin, a storm of ecstasy lashing at my rational mind and choking it down. I don’t even know if I’m moaning or screaming, although I can feel my vocal chords stretched to the limit, my throat growing raw with each passing second.

  Instead of stopping, Chase just keeps on fucking me through my orgasm, pistoning into me like the perfect piece of manly engineering he is. His cock goes back and forth like clockwork, and it doesn’t take long for my insides to start flaring up once again. I come once more, and this in a matter of seconds. Seriously, how does he even do it? He can’t be a regular human being; I’m almost sure that he came down from Cowboy Planet, his purpose to bring pleasure to women.

  I’m breathing so hard that my lungs might collapse any second now. Somehow, though, that doesn’t happen, and that’s good, since I want to keep going. I simply can’t grow tired of his cock.

  “Now let’s set you free,” he whispers, undoing the knot on his tie and taking it out. With my hands finally free, I go up to my feet and turn on my heels, looking down at Chase. I place one foot on his chest and I push him down onto the floor; he goes down willingly and, before he can do a thing, I’m on him. I straddle him like a wild cat, clawing at his hard pectorals with my fingernails, and he grabs my ass.

  “Now I’m the one doing the fucking,” I tell him with a chuckle, grabbing his cock by the root and pointing it up. I raise myself slightly, just enough to place the tip of his cock against my pussy, and then I start lowering my body over his wild python. I groan as, very slowly, I allow him to slide inside of me. When his mast is halfway inside my pussy, I just lower myself in one sudden movement and scream.

  Wasting no time, I rock my hips back and forth, working his cock with a fury I didn’t even know I was capable of. I go so fast that, in a matter of a few seconds, large beads of sweat start making their way down my forehead and into my face, going over my lips and inundating me with the saltiness of my effort.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he exhales, reaching for my tits and squeezing them eagerly. He pinches both of my nipples at the same time, and that just makes me go even harder. Needing an extra edge, I stop for a few seconds, just to plant my feet by the side of his thighs. Squatting over his cock, I start jumping up and down so fast that, if I miscalculate my movements, I might just end up breaking his cock in half. That or he’ll split me in two.

  I fuck him until my muscles start giving up on me but, thankfully, before that happens I feel a thunderstorm building inside of me. By the time I collapse on top of him, that thunderstorm has already reached its zenith; gritting my teeth, I choke down a scream and press my forehead against his chest, trying to survive the avalanche of pleasure that’s blanketing my mind.

  I roll to the side, completely spent, and sprawl my limbs while trying to catch my breath.

  “Don’t tell me you’re already tired,” he teases me, turning to the side so that he’s facing me. He squeezes my right breast softly, and he moves his hand down and over my stomach, placing it over my pussy. He caresses my folds and, when I don’t say anything, he just grins. “I think you’re not tired enough, babe,” he says, and then forces me to roll to
the side, my back turned to him.

  His body fits on mine like a piece from a puzzle, and he doesn’t waste any time; grabbing his cock, he guides it home, placing it against my soaked pussy and thrusting. This time I can’t choke down my scream, and so I just do it at the top of my lungs, his cock scorching the nerve endings on my inner walls as it goes in.

  “As hard as you can,” I find myself saying, not even knowing why I do it. I know how hard I can go—at least I think so—and I’m not sure if I can handle all that right now. I mean, how many orgasms have I already been through so far? A gazillion, right? So what makes me think that I can handle one more? No idea, all I know is that I want it. And, like a genie, Chase is the right man to make my wishes turn into reality.

  “I told you before … You ask, you get,” he tells me. Digging his fingers into my hips, he starts slamming his cock into me so hard that I even stop breathing for a few seconds. All these times I’ve told you he was fucking me hard? Yeah, forget about that; they pale in comparison to the sheer fury with which he’s fucking me right now. He’s moving like a man possessed, the fires of hell burning under his skin and powering every thrust of his.

  I scream and I moan, forcing my throat to keep working past its exhausted state, and he just keeps on fucking me as if I was as quiet as a mouse. I don’t even know if he can hear me, to be honest; he’s probably in a world of his own right now, his conscious mind completely adrift. Chase might seem like a poised man, always cool and in control… But get him hot and bothered and he becomes like a wild horse, completely untamable.

  Screaming my way into a climax, I come undone the moment his thrusts become so hard I stop thinking at all, completely surrendering to the way he’s ravaging me. I claw at the floor, completely mad and not knowing what to do with my body as an orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before bursts inside of me.

  My muscles twitch so hard that it feels like I’m having a seizure and, by the time these spasms subside, I can barely move. My eyes are closed, and the silence in the room makes it seem like I’m floating in outer space. I’m dizzy and lightheaded but, when Chase slides his cock out of me, a tiny voice inside my mind tells me that it still isn’t over. There’s something I still need to do.