Royal Rock: A Bad Boy Royal Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I pressed my fingers against her soaking spot and rubbed her clit. She shuddered and ran her hand down along my cock, working the tip and then sliding along the shaft.

  I worked her that way, wanting to push her to the edge, wanting to make her so fucking close that she couldn’t think straight. I worked that pussy, and then finally I grabbed her hips and turned her around.

  She knew what to do. She spread her legs and put her hands on the tree trunk, looking over her shoulder.

  I grabbed my jeans and found a condom. I tore it open and rolled it down while she stared at me, the anticipation building.

  I took her hips and pressed my cock against her dripping pussy, but I held it there.

  “Say you want it,” I whispered in her ear. “Tell me you want my big fucking cock inside you.”

  “I want your big fucking cock inside me,” she said, half a moan.

  I pushed myself deep inside her. She gasped and let out a moan, practically shivering. “That’s right,” I said. “Take my big fucking cock, you dirty fucking girl.”

  I reached around her and found the zipper of her sweatshirt. I pulled it down and then began to slowly thrust inside her, pushing my cock deep between her legs.

  I smirked when I felt that she wasn’t wearing a shirt or a bra. I felt her full breasts and teased her nipples as I thrust slowly in and out of her, sliding along her slick pussy.

  She moaned, loving it as I worked her breasts and her nipples, fucking her deep. I pushed my full length inside her, and she tipped her head back, moaning. I felt her breasts and nipples and then slowly took her throat in my hand, holding her as I fucked her from behind.

  She moaned, loving it, her hands on the aspen tree. She took my cock and worked her hips, wanting more from me. I willingly gave her every fucking inch, filling her tight little pussy. She took my thick cock, groaning as I tipped her chin back. I slapped her fucking ass, hard, and she bucked back against me, saying my name.

  “I love seeing this tight, fucking wet pussy slide along my thick cock. I love tearing you apart, you fucking dirty girl,” I said into her ear as I fucked her, working her tight cunt deep and hard.

  “Oh fuck, Trip,” she groaned. “I need you.”

  I slapped her ass again and pulled her hair back. I reached around her hips and began to work her clit with my other hand, rubbing her and fucking her mercilessly. I wanted to fuck her pussy right, make her mine completely. I wanted to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before, make her take my cock so she’d never forget.

  I was the fucking king, and she was going to know it. I fucked her rough and savagely, taking her pussy as my own.

  She gasped, moaning with abandon. I slapped her ass hard again, loving the feeling of her ass against my palm. She reached back, pulling my face toward hers, and kissed me as I fucked her, our tongues touching, my cock deep inside her.

  And suddenly, I needed to see her. I pulled back out and she gasped, almost a whimper. I grabbed her and turned her around. Then I hooked my arms under her legs and lifted her up. I pressed her back against the tree and then pressed my cock deep inside her.

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and helped hold herself up as I fucked her. I kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples as I fucked her deep. She moaned, her chin tipped back, and I kissed up along her neck.

  “Make me come,” she groaned. “I’m so fucking close.”

  “You want to come?” I whispered. “You fucking ask for permission.”

  “Please. Make me come.”

  “Tell me I’m your fucking king. Tell me you’ll bow to me whenever I ask.”

  “Yes,” she groaned, my cock slamming deep inside her. “Oh fuck yes, I’ll bow. You’re my king, Trip. Please, fuck me.”

  I held her tight and fucked her mercilessly, unflinching and rough. She took my thick cock like a good girl, knowing she needed it, knowing she needed my big fucking cock. I kissed her lips, stifling her moans, and worked my cock.

  I felt her coming before she began to moan it. Her whole body tensed and her fingers grabbed at my hair, pulling it back. I grunted, grinning, as I fucked her pussy, pleasure rolling through me, desire and intensity filling me.

  She came hard, her whole body into it, twitching and out of control. I pushed myself deep inside her, groaning, and realized I was about to come.

  I fucked her deep and fast until my cock came hard, deep inside her pussy. It was a sweet intensity exploding through my veins as I fucked her. Bryce was fire for me, fire and heat and flames all tearing through my core. I fucked her deep and came inside that tight pussy, knowing I needed it.

  Slowly our orgasms passed. I lifted her off and slowly she slid down to the ground.

  I collapsed next to her. We lay there on the forest floor, and I couldn’t help but grin. I felt so damn good for the first time since that night with her, before that asshole tried to kill us both. I felt perfect and light and right. This was why I needed her. She made me feel this way even when I wasn’t fucking her, and that was so incredibly rare.

  I held her tightly against me, breathing the cool morning air.

  “I don’t want to get up,” I said.

  “Good,” she whispered. “Stay here with me.”

  “Fine. Fuck being a king, at least for a few minutes.”

  She nuzzled her lips against my neck, and I held her.

  27

  BRYCE

  That was the magic I had been looking for, ever since I came to Starkland.

  In my mind, when Dad got the invitation in the mail, I couldn’t help but envision an ancient land full of princes and princesses. Of course, Starkland was ancient, and it did have princes, but it wasn’t a fairy tale. It was real life with real modernity butting up against the idealized image I had stuck in my head. I wanted it to be a storybook, but of course it wasn’t.

  It was real and gritty and dirty and terrifying. But that afternoon in the forest was my first true moment of magic since we went on the vacation. I couldn’t deny it, and I wouldn’t even bother. Trip’s body against mine, his muscles tense as he lifted me into the air to fuck me deep and rough, that was what I wanted.

  Sure, that sort of thing wasn’t exactly in Disney princess movies. They didn’t often show the prince’s bulging muscles as he slammed his thick cock inside Cinderella. But you know he did, and you know she loved it.

  Just like I absolutely loved it when Trip took me and made me his. That was what I wanted from a king, all strength and raw power. His body was incredible as he worked me, fucking me rough and hard, making me come so deep that I could barely think afterward.

  That was my real magic moment. There were no flying birds or magic pumpkins or creepy dwarves. There was just flesh and blood, Trip in his family’s ancient forest, surrounded by real magic and real history. I didn’t need the Disney crap anymore. I was beginning to realize that the real stuff was so much better than anything they could draw up in cartoons.

  Real bodies, real sweat, real skin. That was what I wanted. And Trip gave it to me, more and more.

  Life at the estate was simple. I didn’t see Trip much for a few days after that time in the forest. I spent my afternoons walking the grounds, hanging out with my father and sometimes Lucy, and basically trying to entertain myself. It wasn’t like I was bored, exactly, but there was no conflict, no real goals.

  The estate was essentially the opposite of the rest of the country, though. As we spent our days in paradise, the rest of the country was getting worse and worse. The war in the south was intensifying as Trip moved his troops in and attacked the rebels. They kept getting foiled, though the rebels never actually won any battles or anything like that.

  Meanwhile, Stehen itself was going through some stuff. During the day, people were protesting the use of a curfew and the Secret Police were blamed for several bad things. Trip publically denied that the Secret Police were doing anything illegal, but I wasn’t so sure. He had seemed so torn about using them to begin with, which had to mean
that he knew they were capable of doing some pretty intense and bad things.

  One report concerned the Secret Police breaking into a tenement house on the poorer side of town and terrorizing the citizens. There had been reports that a terrorist was hiding in their building, but eventually they figured out there were no terrorists there. People claimed the SP broke furniture, screamed at people, and threatened violence, though no claims of any actual violence were verified.

  All in all, things were getting darker and darker, and Trip was getting more and more busy. He sent me notes and texts, but that was the extent of our contact over those few days. I knew he wanted to speak more, but he just couldn’t take the time away from his important duties.

  He was the king after all. He had a duty to his people to rule them and to help them during this awful time.

  I felt like I was in the way. I felt completely useless and unnecessary, just a distraction to him, though he never once said that.

  Three days of not seeing him passed, and I found myself sitting in my room early in the morning, frustrated and a little bored. I sipped some coffee and looked out the window, wondering what I was going to do all day. I could try relaxing, but I’d been relaxing already.

  I wanted something else.

  As I sighed to myself, there was a knock at the door.

  “Come in,” I called out.

  Trip opened the door and smirked at me. “Hey there,” he said. “Long time no see.”

  “Trip.” I stood up. “Hey. How are you?”

  “Better now.” He stepped into my room and shut the door. “Sorry that I haven’t been able to see you. Country is going mad, apparently.”

  “I know. I’ve been following the news.”

  “Yes, well, don’t believe everything you’re reading.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Good.”

  I noticed that he was holding something behind his back. I cocked my head at him. “What do you have there?”

  He laughed. “I thought you might like to try something.”

  I felt a thrill run through me. “I’m up for anything.”

  “I wouldn’t say that,” he replied, stepping toward me.

  “It’s true.”

  “I don’t think you can handle what I really want.”

  I bit my lip. “Try me.”

  “I will.” He moved his hands out front, and he was holding a strange-looking black helmet. “But not right now. Instead, have you ever ridden a horse?”

  I laughed, shaking my head. “No way. Never.”

  “How about you try it?”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Very serious. Come on, I love riding.”

  “I don’t know how.”

  He smiled. “I’ll show you. We have this old horse named Jacques. He’ll be perfect.”

  “I can’t. Really, Trip, I just don’t know.”

  He walked over to me. “I promise it’ll be fine. You trust me?”

  I sighed and nodded. “I trust you.”

  “Come on. Let’s go.”

  I stood up and he handed me the helmet. I held it up, inspecting it. “You want me to wear this?”

  “You’ll look cute.” He opened the door and I followed him out into the hall.

  “I don’t know about that,” I said.

  “You can pull it off. I have faith in you.”

  We walked through the house and out the back door. He led me down to the stables where Al and George were standing beside two horses.

  They were gorgeous, big and broad. Trip walked up to the one Al was holding, a big black thing that snorted as he approached. Trip touched his flank and calmed him down.

  “This is Destroyer,” he said.

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s a horrible name.”

  “I know,” he admitted, smiling. “I named him when I was much younger. Isn’t that right, boy?”

  Destroyer snorted.

  My horse was smaller than Destroyer. Jacques was a beautiful white-gray color with dark spots along his body. I walked up to him tentatively, and George gave me a reassuring smile, which was unusual for security guys. I reached out and touched Jacques, and he moved his face to nuzzle my hand.

  I laughed. “He’s nice,” I said.

  “That’s why I picked him. He’ll do most of the work.” Trip got up onto the back of Destroyer and moved him slightly.

  George helped me up onto Jacques. I strapped on my helmet, hating that I was actually wearing it, but as soon as I was up on top of the horse, I realized how high I really was. If I fell, I could get seriously injured.

  George walked me through the basics. He showed me how to use my feet to tell Jacques to go, how to use the reigns to steer him, and other basic horse-handling things. Meanwhile, Trip rode Destroyer around the paddock slowly, talking to him the whole time.

  Finally, George let go of the reigns and I took control. Jacques walked calmly forward, responding to my gestures.

  “There you go,” Trip said. “Now, follow me.”

  Al handed Trip a package, which Trip put on the back of the horse. Then he opened the gate and we were off. Jacques basically moved without my commands, following close behind Destroyer.

  I couldn’t believe I was riding a freaking horse. This was just too unreal. I was up so high and I could feel how much power was inside the animal. I knew that if Jacques wanted to, he could trample me and run away faster than I could scream, but he seemed so calm and was happy to have me on his back.

  It was amazing and terrifying all at once. Trip looked back at me, grinning as we rode.

  We followed a new trail this time. It moved upstream, away from the forest. The view was beautiful. The land stretched out, green and lovely all around us. I knew that it probably went on for miles in all directions, and that I could probably ride Jacques for miles if I wanted to.

  Not that Jacques seemed to care either way. I didn’t have to do much, as he was already just following after Destroyer. I guessed that Jacques had done this before and that Trip knew I’d be fine.

  Up ahead, there was a grouping of trees. They weren’t aspens like the other forest was, and they were spaced farther apart. It took me a second to realize it was an orchard.

  “Apples,” Trip called back to me.

  “Amazing,” I said, laughing.

  We rode right into the orchard. Trip reached out and grabbed an apple, biting into it. When Jacques got me close enough, I grabbed my own apple. It was delicious, tasty and as fresh as could be.

  We rode farther on, past the orchard. The only interruption on the ideal journey was the scream of a helicopter up ahead, flying past us and away from the compound. If that hadn’t come past, I could have forgotten where and when we actually were.

  Finally, though, we left the orchard. Trip grabbed another two apples on the way out and steered us toward an open meadow with a single tree standing in the center. We rode right up to the tree, where Trip stopped us both.

  He dismounted and then helped me down.

  “I can’t believe I just rode a horse,” I said.

  “Amazing, right?”

  “I can’t even begin to describe it.”

  He grinned at me. “You looked good up there, like you knew what you were doing.”

  “I didn’t, but you know that.”

  “I could almost forget that you were some ignorant American girl.”

  I laughed. “You’re the foreign savage.”

  “True. Very true.” He took the reins of the horses and tied them to the tree. “I am a savage; there’s no doubt. At least in some things.”

  He took the package down from Destroyer’s back and placed it on the ground. He unwrapped a blanket to reveal a picnic basket.

  I couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Seriously?”

  “Very seriously.”

  “You took me on a horseback ride and now you want to have a picnic. This is, like, the most cliché thing ever.”

  “Maybe,” he agreed, grinning
, “but I like riding horses, and I need to eat. I figured, why not combine the two things? Plus, it has been a stressful few days.”

  I helped him spread out the blanket. He placed the basket on top of it and opened it up. He took out a bottle of wine, two glasses, a plate with small sandwiches, some cheese and meats and dips like the other day, and finally some cake for desert.

  “I’m sorry you’ve been so stressed,” I said.

  “I’m the king. I’m always stressed.”

  “But it’s worse now.”

  He nodded. “It is worse.”

  We began to eat. The food was delicious, and I particularly loved the wine. Even though Starkland was known for their bread and their beer, they did know how to make decent wine, too.

  “You can tell me about it, if you want to,” I said to him.

  “I can’t for the most part,” he said. “Really, it’s just a lot of meetings and discussions on strategy. I’m not making that many decisions, thankfully.”

  “When will you make some?”

  “Soon,” he said. “Very soon.”

  “I wish I could help.”

  “You can,” he said. “Just sit there and keep looking so fucking sexy. It’s already working.”

  I laughed, shaking my head. “I’m not just some eye candy, you know.”

  “Oh, I know. You’re mouth candy, too. You’re delicious all over.”

  “Good one,” I said, making a face. “Isn’t all candy supposed to be mouth candy, though?”

  “Yes,” he said, “but I was referring to the fact that I love licking your wet little pussy until your toes curl.”

  I blushed slightly. “I got it.”

  “I know, but I wanted that reaction out of you.” He smirked and tipped my chin toward him. “I love when you’re embarrassed. But you shouldn’t be. I love your body, your taste. You don’t need to feel embarrassed about that.”

  “I just, I don’t know,” I said. “It makes me blush is all.”

  “I know. It’s wonderful.” He laughed and then pulled me toward him.

  “This place is pretty amazing,” I admitted.

  “Good.” He kissed me lightly on the lips. “I want you to like it.” He kissed me lightly again.