The Proposal Problem: A Billionaire Royal Hangover Romance

by Natalie Knight

  He moves back to me and whispers in my ear, his warm breath rolling on my bare neck, “You’re mine tonight.”

  I’m so worked up that I don’t even know what to say or do to respond. I can just feel my pussy lips aching and my clit throbbing without even being touched.

  He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up, bringing my knees onto the window sill.

  He brings his hands between my closed legs, running his fingers just inside the back part of my inner thighs and grazing right below my ass.

  I roll my eyes, unable to control my lust and needing some way to express it. His teasing is too much but just enough all at once.

  I need more of him.

  And the hungry eyes of our onlookers aren’t helping my surging and overwhelming need for some fucking cock. I stick my ass out, ready to take him and give the people a show they won’t forget.

  19

  Anton

  Friday 10:30 Pm

  I bite my lip hard as I stare at Percy’s plump ass. She’s bent over in front of the window, her rear facing the crowd that’s gathered just outside the brothel window.

  I can’t hold back any longer. I bring my hand down hard again her ass cheek, making a striking SLAP.

  Percy’s toes curl, and she winces and wags her ass at me. As I see the red hand print surface across her skin, I smirk.

  There’s nothing like leaving a little mark on the woman you love, letting everyone know she’s yours. It’s also a huge turn-on.

  I give her another good smack right across the other cheek. To match.

  I take a moment just to stare at this vision of perfection that’s been bestowed upon me before I completely ravage her in front of this massive crowd of people.

  She’s managed to find a cute little black wig and has been modeling it for me in our time here in the red light district. It looks adorable on her.

  And with it, she’s adopted a whole other persona. Percy’s never been one to be shy in the bedroom. But with this wig, she’s just plain fucking showy.

  Not that I’m complaining. I’m just going along for the ride.

  She’s so sexy. I know it. These strangers know it. And she fucking knows it.

  I toss a leg onto the cool window sill with her. I spit onto my cock, already hard again from the sight of my beautiful babe.

  I spread the spit around my cock, pumping away and making sure I’m good and ready to plow this woman.

  I push my cock into Percy’s tight, slick little hole. I hear her gasp in front of me and moan deeply. She pushes herself back against me, making my cock slide further inside her.

  The way her pussy feels as I slide in is beyond words. She’s the perfect woman for me in every sense of the word, especially when it comes to sex. My eyes roll back into my head as I pump deep into her inviting little cunt.

  Her pussy is so wet and unbelievably fucking tight. Her little hole feels like a perfect fit as it devours my thick cock.

  Percy moans aloud, her face reflecting in the window. I see a big, stretched ‘O’ face at the crowd we’ve drawn. Shit, she’s so fucking into this.

  Our heat and passion make me question if she ever meant to try to break up with me. There’s no faking this intensity.

  I run my hands from her shoulders down her back, and when I get to her ass I smack both cheeks at the same time.

  “Mmmm.”

  I grab her ass and guide her back and forth into my cock. Percy’s head is bowed down and she’s letting out quiet, short whimpers with each thrust of my cock.

  The more she glides onto my cock, the more she relaxes. Her back arches allow me to fuck her deeper.

  I grabbed hold of her shoulders while I thrust hard from behind her. Her moans grow louder and more shrill. She grinds against me as I fuck her.

  As I come closer to my orgasm, I feel the desire to slow down. I need to see my kitten’s face. Her reflection is muddied by our strange ensemble of onlookers and I don’t want it to ruin the moment.

  “Turn around, Perce.”

  “Mmmph.” she responds as she turns herself around, locking her legs around me as I aim my cock at her pussy.

  She gasps and tilts her head back as I thrust inside her sweet, wet cunt again. I lift her legs with my forearms and push them back against her body as I lean and thrust into her.

  She moves her head continuously to either side, her eyes shut tight and she’s biting her lip. Her hands grip my shoulders tightly, our skin nearly melting at the sheer force of her fingertips.

  Watching her face as I’m fucking her has to be one of the most sensual things I’m going to witness in my entire life. She takes every bit of my cock in stride, yet always hungry for more.

  As her nails dig into my flesh, I slow down my thrusts; grinding into her cunt nice and hard, letting her feel every inch as I move in and out of her, letting her savor every moment.

  Then I make a sudden change of pace, thrusting in and out of her relentlessly.

  “Holy fuck. Don’t stop doing that. Fuck me just like this!”

  She squirms under me, feeling intense new sensations in her pussy as I drill into her.

  I start fucking her a little faster, keeping the same motion as she shudders and whimpers at each thrust of my cock. I go even faster and she arches her back, poking her chest out as she cries to me.

  “I’m coming! Fuck, I’m coming! I’m squirting!”

  Music to my fucking ears. I pound into her relentlessly until her cum is sprayed all over the lower half of my body.

  Her breathing is shallow and fast as she tries to catch her breath, recovering from her intense climax.

  I feel myself getting close, too. My body grows warm and my cock is throbbing and aching, ready for release. I look down at those perky breasts with their rock hard nipples, glistening skin, and, most importantly, that satisfied, sexy look on Percy’s face as I let myself go.

  I pull out of her quickly and turn her leg back so I’m between her thighs; and as I come, it lands right on the center of her body.

  I stroke my cock tightly, until every bit of cum shoots out. I look at Percy and see that my cum has drenched a lot of areas on her body. There are traces of it on her face, her cleavage, her belly button, and her pretty little pussy.

  She smiles as I come down from my high. She starts scooping the cum from each part to lick it from her fingers. She doesn’t stop until she’s eaten every drop.

  I sigh heavily, a bit fatigued from all the fun.

  But Percy’s not tired at all. This crazy girl turns back around and poses for our audience and several cameras, arms extended, embracing her post-sex look.

  In this massive crowd, I can now make out several people with their hands right down their pants, pleasuring themselves to our little live porn show.

  But some people have enjoyed the action early on, judging from the cum-spatter on the outside of the glass.

  “Well, you’re quite the sight it seems, Perce. How do you feel about that?” I ask as I put my arm around her.

  “Um, of course I am. I mean, fucking look at me!” she shouts, playing with the black wig, teasing the bob in the back.

  “You look fucking hot,” I tell her, blowing on to her inflated ego even more. I kiss her forehead.

  Fuck, I love this girl.

  I just hope she knows she loves me, too.

  20

  Percy

  Saturday 2:17 Pm

  I run my fingers through my hair, tugging at it gently as I pull it back into order.

  These flashes of last night just keep coming. It’s all happening so fast, but in such great detail that I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle myself.

  I can see Sammi, Becky, and Mysti waiting for me at the stoop. But rather than going right to them, I turn back toward the door. Inside, I approach the woman running the brothel.

  “Could I use your restroom? I’ve been holding it for hours.”

  “Yes, absolutely. It’s just across the way, over there,” she re
sponds, pointing right past the place I shagged my mystery man.

  “Thank you.”

  As I pass by the window, a chill rolls down my spine, and I exhale slowly, still processing everything I just saw before my own eyes.

  It was all so real.

  The touching. The kissing. The sex. There’s no denying it happened.

  I’m thrown right back into the memory, seeing flashes of everything in my head as I walk across the room.

  As I snap back into reality, I quiver. I think back hard to last night, trying to remember my mystery man’s face. It’s all a blur.

  I just remember that phenomenal cock and how he made me shudder at his touch.

  I sigh in frustration, wishing I could confront him. I desperately need to know what happened last night, and he seems to be the common link.

  I can’t imagine that I’d have married this guy last night unless we had some entirely insane connection. I know myself.

  Or at least I thought I did.

  I walk into the restroom, locking the door after I entered. I put my hands against the edge of the sink and give myself a good hard look in the mirror.

  Sweat. I’m fucking sweating right now.

  I really need to get my shit together.

  I turn the faucet on and let water on to my hands, splashing it against my face.

  Staring into the mirror, I reach down for a hand towel and pat my face dry before letting myself out and returning to the front door of the brothel.

  “Thank you for your help,” I tell the woman as I exit.

  She watches me as I walk down the steps.

  As my gals come into view, now down the street, I make my way over to them.

  I have so much to fill them in on.

  I walk, thinking all over it again.

  It’s so much to remember. God, there’s so much to explain.

  How can I spare them the slutty details while still getting the point across?

  But then, I realize there’s really no tiptoeing around this.

  At least they’d understand. I’ve never been a shy person about my sex life, but when I’m literally remembering it all as I’m telling them, as unbelievable as it is for me, I’m a little embarrassed and vulnerable.

  But I know I have the right group of friends. They’ll support me no matter what I do or who I am.

  I take a deep breath and exhale, nearing them. I’m about ten feet away.

  Suddenly, lights begin to flash before my eyes, the clicking sound of insects surrounding me.

  Then, I get bum rushed by an overwhelming, loud bustle of paparazzi. Their cameras are flashing on my face, their microphones are bumping into me, and their voices constantly buzzing in my ears like pesky flies.

  They bombard me with question after question about Anton and my former relationship with him. Half of them are holding up tabloids with a picture of Anton and this black haired bitch.

  Fucking great.

  “Have you and Anton broken up?” one starts.

  “Is this brunette his mistress?” another asks at the same time.

  “Do you have anything you would like to tell Anton right now?”

  “Is it true that this woman has replaced you?”

  “Any comment?” some impatient wise-ass pesters.

  “No, no comment. Just move!” I shout.

  I shove them, trying to break free. The only way to escape is to walk right into traffic, which is obviously not a solution.

  They stay firmly planted, swarming me and harrassing me until I answer.

  “I don’t know her, okay? Is that what you want to hear?”

  Fuck. I can’t even handle this shit. How am I supposed to keep my own shit together when no one will leave me alone about who Anton is with?

  I don’t care who she is.

  All I know is that I have my own life to worry about, and that I married some stranger last night that I can’t stop having flashbacks about fucking.

  The questions keep rolling in.

  “What do you think of this woman?”

  “Would you approve?”

  “Does Anton have your blessing for this new relationship?”

  “This happened so fast! How are you handling being dumped?”

  “I broke up with him!” I shout to the hungry crowd, immediately regretting my words.

  Even though it’s true, I don’t want to put him down like that.

  “When did you decide to send him to the curb?”

  “Was he cheating on you with this woman?”

  “No! He would never cheat on me! He wanted to marry me for Christ’s sake. I pushed him away. And clearly he found someone else after just a day!”

  I find myself feeding into the nonsense.

  I know better. I really do. But right now I’m hurt and confused and upset.

  Not to mention hungover.

  I want to go back to my hotel and take a fucking nap and then just go home.

  If you get married in another country, does it even count? I can just pretend this didn’t happen when I get back to the United States.

  But part of me really wants to meet him.

  Sober.

  I want to see the real him. I want to know what was so special about him for me to decide to marry him.

  “Percy!” someone shouts.

  I ignore it.

  “Persephone!” I hear.

  God dammit, this is getting so irritating.

  “Percy, we need answers!” the little fuck in front of me shouts.

  I cock my hand back, ready to sucker punch this little asshole.

  But as I put force behind my swing, I start moving backwards.

  Panicked, I whip my head around.

  Before I can even understand what’s going on, I’m in the back of a limo.

  Anton’s limo.

  And he’s sitting under me, face pulled into his most charming smile, ready for me.

  It would appear I have some explaining to do.

  But so the fuck does he.

  21

  Anton

  Saturday 2:23 Pm

  She falls through the door with a shout of surprise, landing hard onto my lap. I have to choke back a laugh at the shock on her face, judging that it isn’t worth the punch she’d throw at me for it.

  She looks frantically around the car, bunching her fists as she tries to identify the threat.

  I mentally pat myself on the back for being right about the punch.

  She swivels in my grasp, her eyes locking hard onto my own when she finally has me in view.

  “Hello, darling.” I say in my sexiest voice.

  From the murder in her eyes, I’d say it’s not having the desired effect.

  “Oh, motherfucker,” she swears. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  “Okay Perce,” I say seriously, holding my hands up in truce, “I know you’re pissed, but I needed to talk to you.”

  “That’s what fucking phones are for, jackass.”

  “Excellent point. Would you have answered?”

  She breaks eye contact, almost looking guilty. Almost. The look passes in a flash. Her face is completely unaccustomed to the expression.

  In its place, a sneer forms.

  “No,” she answers bluntly. “I wouldn’t have answered. But you know what? It’s my fucking choice, Anton. I don’t have to talk to you. We’re over, remember?”

  “Percy—”

  “Nah. Fuck you, I’m leaving.”

  She starts to get up, her body parting from mine for the barest second.

  Obviously I didn’t go through all this trouble just for her to leave now—from a moving vehicle, no less. I stop her before she does something stupid—like trying to tuck and roll out of my life.

  “Afraid not,” I say, grabbing hold of her.

  She lands in the seat beside me with a growl.

  “I hate when you do that,” she pouts.

  “And I hate when you try to jump into traffic.” I say.

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p; She glares daggers at me, her eyes practically burning into my own.

  They fucking smolder, cutting right through me.

  God I love this fucking woman.

  And here’s the real kicker. Whether she wants to admit it or not, she fucking loves me too. I see it plain as day, her feelings for me heavy in her own gaze.

  My cock throbs just looking at her. My hand print is clear on her face, just as I feel hers burning its way onto mine.

  We sit staring at each other for a moment that seems like an eternity. Our eyes are unblinking, communicating more than we dare do with words.

  Her chest rises and falls quickly, her breathing more intense than it has any reason to be. I know she’s as fucking turned on as I am. Without a doubt, she’s fucking dripping into her thong, even as she glares at me.

  I’ll bet its taking every ounce of her practically non-existent self control to keep herself off my lap. To keep her distance.

  I know she’s telling herself to run. I know part of her wants to open the door and sprint right back to her friends and her old life. The only problem is, she can’t. Her own body won’t let her.

  After all her blustering and commit phobic bullshit, at the end of the day, she can’t even bring herself to blink.

  On some level, she’s as fixated on me as I am on her.

  I intend to make her see it.

  She breaks the silence first, blowing a stray lock out of her face with a huff.

  “What the fuck do you want then?”

  I can’t help but sigh.

  “What do you think I want Percy?”

  “I told you, it’s not gonna happen Anton. I’m not the marrying kind, alright? I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “Oh, fuck you! You said you wanted to talk and now you don’t wanna hear the truth? Fine. Pull over, I’ll get out here.”

  “You fucking love me Percy. Admit it.”

  She laughs, a sound completely devoid of humor.

  “Sorry, that’s just not true.”