Prince With Benefits: A Billionaire Royal Romance

by Nicole Snow

  Holy shit. Before, his orders just made me see red, but now I'm tugging at my shirt like it's made of poison ivy, desperate to drop it on the floor.

  Ty's falls to his knees and jerks down my jean shorts. When he spots the wetness on my panties, he stops and smiles, then lowers his face to the wet spot like a target and grabs my black lace with his teeth.

  Typical virgin. I practically orgasm right on the spot before he's even licked me. I don't know how I can possibly be more sensitive than yesterday, but I am, maybe more so this time because there's not a trace of anything from a bottle scrambling my system.

  My boobs fall out and catch his hungry eyes. I'm about to work off the bra when loud, wooden thunder claps next to us.

  Oh, no. Oh, Jesus Christ.

  “Claire? Ty? Are you two both in there?” Mom's voice calls out less than a second after knocking at the door.

  Ty gives me one quick glance and then he's off, grabbing at my clothes with one hand, and carrying me over his shoulder with the other. Ripping open his closet door, he points to a narrow space between a couple boxes and an old guitar with his eyes.

  “Cover your nose and mouth. It's not too dusty, babe, but you've gotta stay quiet.”

  He pushes the door shut just as Mom calls my name again.

  “Coming. Give me a damned second.” It's all he needs to throw on a shirt and straighten his shorts.

  I cringe when I think about my mother seeing that huge dick peeking out of his pants. That's right – the same one that was about to fuck me, if only the fates hadn't conspired to keep it away from me again.

  “Ty!” Mom sounds oddly surprised. “Have you seen your sister anywhere?”

  “She went out for a long walk. That's all I know.”

  There's a long pause. I can practically see Mom's eyes studying him, checking for truth. I keep my hand pressed tight over my mouth, anything to avoid breathing a little too loudly or coughing when I shouldn't and blowing my hiding place.

  “Hm. I suppose I'll wait until she returns. Listen, I'm really sorry for everything your father's putting you through. I tried to change his mind.”

  “I don't need your fucking sympathy. My old man's an asshole, plain and simple. You'll figure it out too with a little time, Mandy.”

  “We'll have to agree to disagree about that, young man.” Mom says smartly, mustering her sharp Congress tone. “You know, whatever life has in store for you, it'll go so much smoother if you just find a way to relax. You don't need to be so angry and on edge all the time. Chill.”

  I almost laugh. I've never heard her use that word, and it's so fucking out of place while I'm standing here half-naked and wet, every part of me still pleading to fuck my step-brother when it's the most reckless thing I can possibly do.

  “Whatever, Congresswoman. I'll work on that. Now, if you'll kindly go pester some lobbyists or something, I've got shit to do.”

  The door slams shut a second later. I listen closely for Mom's footsteps, feeling them synched to my thudding heartbeat. There's a new bitter lump lodged deep in my throat, and I'm choking on the cold realization of just how fucked up things really are.

  God damn it. It won't let up – will it?

  If I needed a sign from the heavens that I'm about to screw the pooch even harder, it's this. I'm not meant to fuck him. I'm supposed to sit quietly until he mopes away from the house and I never see him again. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll end up getting my pussy stamped by some nice, clean boy with a six figure salary and one lonely, carefully concealed bunny tattoo.

  Ty marches over and rips the closet open a second later. I'm pulling at my clothes, trying to cover up my nakedness, feeling the heat rush out of me.

  “Fuck, that was close. You okay, babe?” His shirt's off again.

  I stop and gawk at his chest, but this time I feel my lust melting. It's like a cruel reminder of everything I can't have.

  “No. Not anymore, I mean.” I can't lie to him.

  I'll disappoint him, I'll get under his skin, but I'll always give him the truth. That's something I can offer that no one else in his life does.

  “Claire? What the fuck!” He jumps when he sees me heading for the door, blocking its path with his huge, tattooed body.

  The wildcat on his chest looks extra angry today – mad enough to leap off his skin and tear me to shreds. It's the last violent straw I need to feel hot tears stinging at my eyes.

  “Goddamn it, babe, talk to me!” Ty jerks me into his arms and closes them tight, smashing my face into his chest. “What the fuck happened in there? I thought we were gonna fuck?”

  “Oh, come on!” I need to pause and catch my breath, suppress the shameful shudder sweeping through me. “Don't you get it yet? We're not meant to do this, Ty. We really aren't. You were right earlier – this thing between us is just a big ugly mistake – and we were about to make it bigger. Just let me go. Forget about me. You'll have plenty of girls when you get to Alaska. They'll be easier, hotter, and not related by marriage.”

  I try to make another run for the door, but he jerks me back, flattens me against his chest. I'm crying and acting like a total idiot, but it doesn't stop me from feeling a wicked pleasure when he brings his face close.

  I don't know what the hell I want anymore. I just want him to decide for me.

  Rough stubble on his jaw scrapes my cheek. He's winding his way to my ear, and his lips stop, hot and heavy with breath.

  “I don't buy that superstitious bullshit, babe, and neither should you. The only thing stopping us from hitting the sheets and fucking right now is what's in your head. Now, you gonna forget about it on your own so we can get down to it? Or do I have to make you by slamming your pussy so hard you won't think about anything except how good you feel?”

  My spine's tingling. I don't resist as he brings his lips to my throat, hot and possessive, sucking in flesh that's becoming tender again alarmingly fast. Several sucks and love bites like that and he grabs me, whips me around, pushes me up to the wall where we left off.

  He drops to his knees and fists my panties, tearing them away in one jerk. I have to bite my tongue to keep from screaming out loud.

  I don't know what to think or feel anymore. All I can do is hold on to the pleasure rushing through my veins. It's like standing next to a freight train whistling by me at full speed, especially when he pushes his mouth between my legs and finds my clit with his tongue.

  “Oh...fuck!”

  My ass bobs against the wall and I fight to keep my balance. My hands go to his shoulders, and I dig my nails into his perfect skin, feeling a dozen curses light up my brain at once as his licks across my pussy deepen.

  Ty sucks me. He needles me. He bites me.

  I thought I understood what it's like to come all over his marvelous lips after last night in the car. But this is different. It's rougher, it's raw, and it's so fucking real my skin sizzles with every jolt he sends through my nerves.

  Mostly, he spins me around and around by the clit with his devilish tongue strokes. I can't get enough air into my lungs the closer I get to going over the edge, and he's forcing me there lightning fast, dragging me to the precipice by my smothered, throbbing clit.

  When he feels me tighten up and my knees start to wobble, he grabs the backs of my thighs and pushes me closer, catching me before the climax brings me to the floor.

  Fucking hold on and let it all out, babe, I hear him telling me through his lips. Come on my goddamned face. Come like you've always wanted to.

  I don't know if I'm really reading him. I don't care. I do it.

  My body tenses up and the fireball in my belly explodes outward. For the next few glorious minutes, I'm running on autopilot, a breathless, gushing, blinded mess who can't stop grinding on his chin.

  My hips drag my pussy straight into fresh licks, and he doesn't stop, even when I'm collapsing on top of him, begging through the explosion. He's fucking killing me with this white hot pleasure, and I'm ready for my heart to stop.

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p; I wish everything could stay obliterated the way it is when I'm locked in climax. There's no worries here. Nothing holding me back from just enjoying our skin fused together. No complications or family dramas to smolder the fires in our hearts and minds.

  When I'm finally coming down, I feel him take his face away and wipe it, but only for a second before he lifts me up. Ty holds me while he drops the rest of his clothes with his free hand, guiding me over to the bed, that magical forbidden place where I've imagined him fucking me too many times to count.

  It's cool against my bare ass, or maybe it's just the furnace still roaring in my bones. “Fucking shit. You taste so goddamned good, babe. You know I've been thinking about how tight this gets since the day you moved in?”

  He cups my wet pussy with his hand, laying two stiff fingers against my clit. He circles it just hard enough to make me squirm. I'm amazed my body recovers so quickly. It's like I'm addicted to him, and rest is totally out of the question whenever he's touching me.

  I manage to open my eyes and shake my head. It's seriously hard to believe he wants me as bad as I do him, but his words say otherwise. Hell, so does his touch.

  It's also hard to believe how fucking huge he really is.

  I'm getting a good look at his dick for the first time, pulsing away in his fist. I'm not sure how the hell he'll fit inside me, but damn if I'm not going to try to take every inch.

  He's long, swollen, angry. A bead of pearly sap forms on its little slit and dribbles down to the bed, his pre-come marking the sheets, which are about to get a whole lot wetter.

  “Fuck. I can't stand it anymore. You need me to wear a rubber or what?” He reaches for my thighs and pushes them apart, blue eyes glowing like a hungry wolf's as he stares at my pussy.

  My cheeks are so red. Some of it's the pleasure, but I'm scared as hell of disappointing him.

  Do the words ever come easy when two people are staring at each other buck naked, ready to fuck the way they've imagined for weeks?

  “No, no,” I shake my head and whisper. “As long as you're clean...I've been on the pill for a while. Just never had a good reason for taking it until now.”

  His eyes glow even brighter. “Thank fuck. I'd be scared of fucking right through the condom anyway. Once I'm in this pussy, babe, it's mine. I won't stop 'til long after you're screaming my name. There's no off switch, no refunds, no reverse. Understand?”

  I don't. But I want to.

  My knees are shaking as I spread my legs wider, reaching for his hand. He clasps my fingers and takes it as a cue to crawl forward. He covers me, an immense beast as big and feral as the tiger tattooed to his chest.

  “You're wet as fuck, but I'm gonna make you cascade. Come on, baby. Push that clit against my dick. I wanna hear you moan. Beg me for this dick with every breath.”

  He drags his full length up and down my pussy several times. My folds push snug around him, so fucking close to swallowing him up, feeling him inside me, everything I want with an intensity that completely devours every hunger I've ever known.

  Our flesh steams, pressed together. It's hard to believe he's there, right up against me, ready to dig in and fuck me skin-to-skin. But I can't deny this pleasure, so deep and dark and much more primal than having his mouth teasing me a minute ago.

  With a growl, his mouth slips down to my nipple. I'm shocked for about the hundredth time today, and let out a whimper as my back arches into his bite.

  God, it's good. His hands catch mine and pin them down above my head. That's when I realize he isn't screwing around – he seriously wants me to beg him for it.

  Not just with my words, but with my body.

  And – believe me – I'm a hot, pleading mess half a minute later. My fingers flex against his, scratching his skin. My words barely come through the teasing friction of his tongue flicking my bud, and his rock hard cock sliding against my clit.

  “Please, Ty. Please. Fuck me. Give me what I want.”

  No, that can't be right. This is way beyond wanting. I fucking need him inside me in the next five minutes, or I'm going to die of a stroke right here in this bed.

  “Ty...”

  He cuts me off by tightening his teeth around my nipple. He holds it there, slashing his tongue against it in circles, making me feel the same shock he gave my pussy all over again.

  “Come on! I know you want it too. You need it, Ty, just like me...don't you?” I roll my hips as hard as I can into his dick. He needs to want me too.

  He growls pleasure through my breast. It works. He lifts his face a second later, beaming those bright blue headlights in his handsome face straight through me.

  “Fucking-A. You're a goddamned whore when you're pussy's on my dick – you know that? I fucking love it.”

  So do I. I should be offended, but his filthy talk turns me on. Prince Charming has a tongue like a whip, and I bare myself for every strike.

  I grind my soaked slit against his length again, showing my teeth, hissing out my wanton need that's all slut.

  Never doubt a virgin girl who's been clinging to her purity for far too long. Ty pulls back and gives my wrists a rough shove, holding them in place. His dick takes aim and starts to push inside me when he thrusts forward.

  My eyes go wide. I'm struggling to count inside my head so I don't forget to breathe. But my brain can't even comprehend numbers when he's halfway inside me, pushing his way in, filling me with that mad, masculine fullness that's Ty to the core.

  “Fuck, you're tight.” He sounds amazed, and it comes out in a whisper.

  Apparently, I'm not the only one going breathless here. He's much more experienced than I am, and he shows it a second later when he increases his force, plunging his cock into me until it can't go any farther.

  My pussy stretches around him. The tingle's hot, precariously positioned between pain and pleasure, but I know I want more of it.

  I shove my lips up to his and we kiss. It's all the signal he needs to roll back and pound into me again, this time a little faster. I moan into his mouth and twine my tongue with his. His tongue pumps in and out, rhythmically matching the tempo of his dick, fucking me in both holes at once.

  My hands keep flexing, struggling to grab onto something, but he won't let them up. I'm being buried by this animal all over me, my filthy step-brother, the last man on earth who should be slamming his giant cock against the entrance to my womb.

  I don't care anymore. I swear I fucking don't.

  I can't bring myself to care about anything except how good it feels, and how incredibly quick he's making me come my brains out.

  “Just keep fucking me back, babe,” he growls. “It's about to get a whole lot faster.”

  He isn't lying. My pussy struggles to accommodate him as he tilts his hips and starts pumping me two, three, four times as fast. I manage to get one hand on top of his hand and hold on for dear life.

  A scream comes belting out of my mouth. There's no time to muffle it, but Ty does it for me, shifting up so he can fuck without needing to hold the other hand on the bed. He grabs my legs, pulls them around him, and keeps on going, clapping his palm tight over my mouth.

  The insane pressure sets me off.

  I fucking bite him as everything below my waist coils up and explodes. The firestorm hits my brain a second later, and I'm bathed in mind-bending pleasure, a current of animal pleasure that takes me into a whole new zone.

  When I'm here, I don't care about Gary or Mom or even the fact that Ty's leaving. I don't care about bursting a lung and telling everyone in this house that I'm fucking my own step-brother.

  Jesus, I don't even care about how I'm going to sit straight at work tomorrow.

  Ty snarls, quickening his thrusts, slamming between my legs like a human jackhammer. The bed's slapping the floor and squealing. I swear it's louder than the way it rocked when he was fucking his club slut.

  It's a big mistake thinking about that bitch halfway through my orgasm. Her memory makes me want to suck every last dro
p of come from his balls, make him unload everything inside me, all the seed he'll ever have.

  If he's my first fuck, then I want to be his last. I want to keep coming on this cock forever, depriving every other woman on earth from experiencing his glory.

  I'm finally starting to breathe again, coming down from the high, and realizing what a jealous bitch I am. Ty looks at me and slows his strokes, just enough to bring his lips to my ear.

  “You'd better get used to this feeling, Claire. You're gonna spend every spare second you've got glued to my cock when we're both in this house. I'm fucked when I come inside you. Straight up fuckin' doomed. I'll be thinking about how good this sweet cunt feels wrapped around me the same way I think about drawing my next breath.” He pauses, slams his cock into me harder, rocking my whole body. “I fucking need this, dammit. I need what's mine.”

  There's that M-word again. Hearing it a few more times doesn't lessen the impact. When he says it, my toes curl, and not just because his cock's plunging deeper, harder, faster.

  What the hell does it mean to truly belong to Ty Sterner? To be his?

  I come a little closer to understanding when he picks up his hips and fucks into me again. The hot, feral voice in my ear fades into a sucking kiss just below my ear. His teeth graze my tender skin, and then he sinks them in rougher.

  He's biting me. Marking me the same way a wild animal claims a mate.

  As if this couldn't get any more wrong...

  Fuck, why does it feel so good to be bad?

  He finally releases the death grip he's got on my hands. I wrap my fingers over his strong neck and hold on tight, pulling myself up tighter to meet his deep strokes, fucking him back.

  Ty's words come in slower, heavier bursts when he releases his teeth. Or maybe I'm just losing my sense of time. The superhuman pleasure crashing in this bed blurs everything.

  “Oh, fuck...baby...fucking shit...fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  The last few F-bombs drop in a steady beat, perfectly synchronized with the thud of his hips on mine. He's fucking me so hard and deep his pubic bone grinds against my clit, introducing me to yet another delicious sensation.