Princely Passions: A Royal Romance

by Alexis Angel

  More, more, more!

  He lowers his head and fits my nipple between his lips, sucking on it slowly as his fingers go down my belly and crawl down to my inner thigh. My hips sway of their own accord, my pussy aching and begging to be touched. He takes his time, stroking my inner thighs and teasing, coming close to my pussy, but never actually touching it.

  But then he does.

  He runs his index finger from the base of my pussy to my clit, brushing against it so softly I can barely feel it, and yet, in such a way that I can’t feel much more than that. There is no pressure on his finger, it feels as light as a feather on me, but as it rubs against my clit it’s as if lightning has struck my body. I convulse, my limbs straining against the ties as I arch my back and thrust my hips upward as ecstasy slaps all my thoughts away.

  Apollo presses hard against my pussy then, cupping it and pinning me against the mattress as I succumb to my orgasm. I didn’t know it was even possible to climax like this! It’s absolutely insane, and it only makes me want more. God, I’m hungry for his body, for his cock. It’s a good thing that he doesn’t release me from the ties, or else I would jump on him like some feral cat and claw at his crotch until I could grab his thick, 12-inch cock and ram it deep inside of me.

  Oh, yeah, right now I’m this crazy for him.

  “Apollo…” I start, not even knowing what I want to say. “Christ, what was that?”

  “That,” he says, smiling at me and leaning in to kiss me, “is what I’d call being in the hands of someone who knows what he’s doing.”

  “More,” I grin at him, licking my wet lips. “I want more.”

  “I may be your boss, but right now I live to fucking serve you, Ash,” he replies, pressing his mouth against mine. I let my tongue reach for his, violently dancing and flicking at it while I tilt my head from side to side. He stops the kiss when he grabs at my hair behind my head, forcing me to tilt it up and bare my neck to him. He kisses it, his mouth then jumping to my breasts and sucking hard on my nipples, all the slow tortuous teasing finally over. His hands squeeze my breasts hard, his touch sending flames of wanton desire down to my drenched pussy.

  I’m the wettest I have ever been in my entire life.

  I lift my ass up from the bed and rock my hips against the mattress, calling his attention there, begging for his touch between my legs. His hand darts there in a fraction of a second, pinning me down as he cups my pussy, his thumb right above my clit. He presses down on it, rubbing it in circles and making me gasp.

  I want to grab his hand and make him finger me, but I’m helpless, all that I can do is moan and beg. Maybe he takes some pity on me, as he starts brushing his finger along my pussy, parting my lips as he does it. Then, in a flash, he slides one finger inside in a hooking motion. I gasp, choking down a loud moan, and he slides in one more finger as he keeps rubbing my clit.

  His fingers go in and out slowly at first, stretching and teasing, but they quickly up the pace, coming and going out of me so fast I can’t even tell when they are in or out. He pinches my nipples with the other hand, squeezing them hard between his thumb and index finger as he kisses with the same intensity a drowning man craves air. That fits me just fine, as I crave his lips even more.

  I start to push my pussy against his fingers, making him hook them even deeper inside me, and I keep going like that until I start to feel my whole body burn from the inside out, the fire of lust all-consuming and out of control. I come with a loud scream, my limbs flailing and struggling against the ties that bind them.

  Just release me, Apollo, I think. Do it and I’ll fuck you in a way you’ve never experienced before.

  He doesn’t do it, of course. Instead, he places his hands on my knees and pushes them to the side, clearing the way so that he can position himself between my legs, his face right above my pussy.

  Alright, that works too.

  He attacks my pussy with his mouth savagely, his lips pulling at my clit and sucking on it as his tongue lashes out against it. He opens his mouth wide, sucking my pussy eagerly and running his tongue along my pussy at break-neck speed. I thrash wildly in place, making sure his mouth won’t leave my pussy any time soon.

  He has no intention of stopping what he’s doing, so there’s no need for me to worry. In fact, the more I press my pussy against his mouth the more ferociously he devours me, eating me out with such intensity I think I’ll pass out before coming.

  He takes his forearm and places it across my belly, pressing down and pinning my hips to the mattress, holding my pussy in place so that he can lick all of it with all the attention and care he wants. I want to move; it’s hard to stay put, but that suits me just fine.

  I always thought that being tied up and held down was too kinky for me, but I’m no longer the same Ashley. In fact, I think it’s impossible for anyone to remain unchanged after seeing a cock so thick and big as Apollo’s is. As soon as I saw it for the first time, I knew things would never be the same, and I was right.

  I used to be Ashley, an innocent girl, and now, whenever I’m near Apollo, I seem to turn into some kind of sex-crazed maniac that can’t think of anything else that doesn’t involve his huge cock. I would have never guessed, not in a million years, that I would have these kind of thoughts swirling around my mind.

  Holy fuck, I think as he starts to beat at my clit with his tongue, sliding two fingers at once inside me and moving them in and out fast. I can feel the pressure mounting on my sides, sweet release knocking at my door. His fingers go in and upwards, hitting a spot inside me that makes me feel as if my skin, muscles, and bones are on fire and turning to ash. It feels that good. I want to come so bad I can’t even believe it.

  “Apollo,” I suddenly say, widening my eyes in surprise at what I’m about to say, “I have to pee.”

  He looks up and throws me a mischievous grin, the look on his face telling me that he knows better than me what’s happening with my body.

  “No, you don’t, love…” He simply says matter-of-factly. “You’re just about to squirt, baby.”

  Squirt? What the hell? Is that a real thing? I always thought that was a myth and yet, the look on his face tells me he’s dead serious. I can feel my muscles cramping with pressure, a buzz spreading through my limbs. I try to hold it, but I’m going to succumb soon.

  Still slamming his fingers inside of me, he comes to my side. “Trust me, Ash. Just let go.”

  Alright, alright!

  I do as he tells me to, and I surrender to it. It seems as if my body is exploding and…

  HOLY FUCK!

  A strong current crawls under my skin, concentrating inside my pussy like some furious supernatural force. My brain is on fire as I feel my inner walls spasming and my warm juices gushing out of me and down to the sheets. It’s happening, it’s happening! I can’t believe it… I’m squirting, and I’m doing it hard. I close my eyes as my brain seems to melt inside my skull, and I collapse on the mattress as if all life has been sucked out of me.

  “Apollo… This… This is…” I don’t even know what I want to say. This is just fucking amazing.

  “I know, love, I know”, he grins at me, cupping my pussy and feeling my completely drenched skin with the palm of his hand. “Now… Now we can start.”

  Start? Start? Oh my God, oh my God!

  He moves fast, removing the ties that held me in place. Summoning whatever energy I still have left in me, I prop myself back up on the bed and go straight for his shirt with my outstretched fingers.

  I grab his collar and tug on it violently, making buttons pop everywhere. I tear his shirt apart and take it off of his torso, pressing my mouth there and kissing his perfect skin with abandonment. With shaky fingers I unbuckle his belt and pull his zipper down, yanking his pants down his legs with a violence I didn’t know I had in me. He kicks his shoes off and, even before he has completely removed his pants, my hands are already grabbing at the gigantic shape under his boxer briefs. I grab the hem of his underwear and tug i
t down, his member saluting me eagerly. I start stroking it wildly, guided completely by a lust so primal I’m sure it still lives in a cave.

  In an instant, I’m already leaning into him and swallowing his cock, pushing my head down his whole length until it almost feels like it’s going to pierce me from side to side. I’m completely insane and hungry for his cock, and by God, it feels fucking wonderful. I gobble his cock as if it’s the most delicious thing in the world. Oh, who am I kidding? It really is the most delicious thing in the world!

  I want to suck him dry, to feel him coming and have his semen filling my mouth and dripping down my chin. I want it all, and I want it in such a way that it’s no longer in the realm of rationality.

  He grabs my head, though, and makes me stop. Before I can do anything, he has his hands on my hips and turns me over. I let him do it willingly, no strength left in my limbs, and I lay there on the bed with my belly down. Climbing on top of me, I feel his hands go down my back and grabbing my ass hard, his thumbs right over my ass crack. I wiggle my ass, anxious for what’s to come, and he places his hand between my legs and slides one finger inside my pussy. He takes it out then, pressing his body down on me as he guides his cock toward my inner sanctum, his tip pushing my folds aside and straining against my tightness as it slides in.

  I bury my face in the sheets, moaning as hard as it’s humanly possible. His cock goes deep inside me, stroking the same spot his fingers had before. I’m not sure if I’m moaning or screaming; all I know is that I’m making so much noise that the muscles in my throat are already growing sore. His pendulum motion is completely obliterating me, my pussy spasming around his thickness as he goes in and out. Can you die of too much pleasure? I’m about find out.

  I feel nothing, absolutely nothing but the constant ramming of his cock. It goes in and out at a manic steady pace, throbbing and pushing back my inner walls. When he’s in deep, I’m sure there isn’t a fraction of an inch inside my pussy that isn’t filled by his massive member. He only has to make it twitch inside of me to draw a violent moan out of my lips.

  Can he even go any deeper? I open my hands and put them to my side, pushing back with my ass and lifting it up. Apollo eases his pressure on me, leaning back as I go from laying down to being on all fours. He slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand, grabbing my ass as he thrusts his hips forward and restarts his assault.

  “Fuck…” I growl out. “It’s so… fucking good.” Now, I’ve never been big on cuss words but there just isn’t any other way to say it. It’s fucking good, screw being polite.

  I want him to go harder but, even before I have the chance to beg him for that, he leans forward and starts pounding into me with so much force I have to grab the header of the bed so that I won’t fall back on the mattress. My fingers are grasping the wooden panel so intensely that I can feel the wood straining and cracking under my hand. If he keeps going like this, I’m going to rip the fucking thing out.

  Two slow and deep thrusts and I let out a scream so loud I’m sure the whole of Manhattan has heard it. I jut my ass back into him as needles of pleasure stab each square inch of my body, like fireworks going off underneath my skin and lightening up my mind.

  “I want you to come…” I purr. “I want you to come inside of me, Apollo…”

  He leans into me, his lips against my ear. “I will,” he whispers, pulling his cock out and making me roll over on the bed. Without allowing me even a second to reel from the orgasm, he grabs my legs and puts them over his shoulders. I bend like a willow tree as he sheaths his cock inside of me, its tip hitting that sweet spot of complete destruction. I scream as he goes back and hits it again, my limbs jerking erratically as if I’m being tasered.

  “Don’t stop! DON’T STOP!” I scream at the top of my lungs, my voice bouncing back on the walls and filling the whole room as he keeps hitting that tiny and yet so powerful spot inside of me. My whole body trembles as he grabs my legs and leans with his whole body into me, his tip tightly pressed inside of me and completely demolishing me.

  I come so violently that even though my eyes are open I can’t see. I cry in pleasure as his cock jerks and gushes a river of cum inside me, his fingers hooked in my thighs like the sting of a scorpion.

  I close my eyes, bells ringing in my ears. Am I dead? Is this heaven? His cum drips down my legs like an endless stream, warm and delicious as it slides down my skin. I don’t know if I’m still alive, but this must be heaven.

  My whole body, as well as my mind, is numb. I can’t feel a thing, aside from the pleasure that burns in my veins like a drug, of course.

  I feel him collapse on the mattress next to me, his breathing hard and ragged. We don’t move for minutes, simply lying there in silence as we reel back from the best sex anyone has ever had in the whole history of mankind. I’m not even kidding.

  I roll to the side, my body close to his, and rest my arm over his chest. He looks at me with those serious eyes of his, two windows into the soul of a man I know I will love for the rest of my life.

  “I never thought I’d love someone as I love you,” I whisper, my heart now beating more gently inside my chest. I feel like crying; I’m so happy it simply seems unreal. He grabs my hand, squeezing it lightly.

  “You’re my everything, Ashley…” In his voice there’s no lightness; each word is charged with the intensity of a truth so powerful it’s almost devastating. “I will take care of you, I will love you, I will make you the happiest woman in the whole Earth. I swear it.”

  “Just stay by my side, always…” I whisper, knowing that Apollo is now my whole life. There is no me without him.

  “Always, Ashley. Always.”

  161

  Epilogue

  "Oh my God, babe!" I squeal as Natalie walks into the bar.

  It's after work and I'm sitting with my friend Alicia at Sir Harry's at the Waldorf Astoria.

  Sure, everything about this bar screams older man taking a younger woman out on the town before he has really bossy sex with her...so that's probably why we're here after work.

  "Alicia?" Natalie says as she sees us. "Oh my God, girl how have you been?"

  The two hug and then Natalie turns to me and gives me a hug as well.

  "I've missed you so much!" she squeaks.

  "I mean, because the last time we got together was like so long ago...like last month," Alicia says, rolling her eyes.

  Oh, right. I forgot to tell you. Alicia can be kinda a smartass sometimes.

  "Are we drinking, ladies?" Natalie asks, playing the part of the older and wiser person even though she's actually six weeks younger than me.

  "We already started babe," I tell her as I sit. But I can't just keep it at that. "Tell me all about your new job!"

  Right. I should just give you a rundown of where we are a year after the day that Apollo made me squirt...errr, announced he was buying the magazine.

  Okay, so let's see. What happened.

  Blush began hiring back all the people that got laid off up to Apollo's announcement. That made everyone happy. Apollo also stuck to his word and completely upgraded the equipment we all used as well as gave each department more control over its budget. We expanded our online presence too, and a whole new group of people for that too.

  And I'm serious it's like business just boomed. Almost like someone put something in the water, people started to focus even more on their jobs and it started to show.

  We began to win awards. Circulation shot through the roof. We began to hire people to keep up with all the things that Blush was doing.

  I think six months ago is where we moved to newer offices. Still in Times Square but now in a sleeker building with the rest of the companies that were controlled by Apollo. Although this one, he controlled himself so we didn't have to put up with all the other corporate bureaucratic nonsense.

  Right around when we moved was when Natalie got a really sweet job offer to work for a Public Relations firm on the East Side of Manhattan. Apparently
they did a lot of work with the United Nations and since she had studied Comparative Politics in college this was right up her alley.

  "The new job is actually good," Natalie says as the waiter brings over the cosmo that she ordered. She takes a drink and continues, "Although I think they're going to be placing me as the liaison for Prince Ian from St. Albans, sooo....not really looking forward to that."

  "Oh my God, you're going to be working with Prince Ian Carrington?" I ask Natalie, my eyes widening. The guy is a celebrity just for being a celebrity.

  "He's so fucking hot," Alicia chimes in and the three of us nod sagely. I mean, I have my Apollo, don't get me wrong. He's the love of my life. And I wouldn't trade him for anything.

  But Ian Carrington is just a different sort of guy that makes you wonder. He's cocky, arrogant, and built like a war horse, and...

  No, I'm totally happy with Apollo. Besides, I haven't told you about...

  "I mean, I would totes have sex with him if I had never met Derek, you know?" Alicia says and I roll my eyes.

  Ever since she met and fell in love with her billionaire client over at Carter Jeffries, she can't help but go around telling anyone and everyone how much the two of them are in love.

  Barf.

  I have a first hand experience with this because I remember sitting with Alicia as we had lunch and all she would do was talk about Derek this and Derek that.

  Gimme a break. It's kinda like...me with Apollo.

  Okay, fine. So Alicia is in love. But I have something better. I just need to get a word in to be able to tell...

  "I guess, but I mean the guy just seems unstable from what I see of him on YouTube, ya know?" Natalie says, downing her drink.

  Alicia and I see Natalie's empty glass and both instinctively finish our drinks as well. I guess it's going to be one of those nights. We're probably going to regret it in the morning, but whatevs, it's a Saturday. And the worst that will happen is we'll be hung over.