Beauty and the Bastard: A Royal Bad Boy Romance

by Annette Fields

  "I guess we do have more in common than we thought," Stella said before continuing. "They told me about you and how the queen wanted to save her dying reputation. She promised to fully restore my family's title if I made you a royal." Her face fell. "But it sounds like she never intended on keeping her end of the deal."

  "I'm sorry, Stella." I breathed in her skin, her hair, her beauty, wishing I could do more for her.

  Abruptly she pulled away and looked at me.

  "Forget about me. You can still take care of you. Apologize and receive your compensation from her. You could help turn this country around when my father couldn’t."

  "That's the last fucking thing on Earth I want to do right now."

  "Gav-"

  I silenced her with a kiss and pulled her back into me where she belonged.

  CHAPTER 20

  STELLA

  Talking sense into sober Gavin wasn't exactly going as planned.

  I didn't expect him to leap out of bed and head straight to the palace to make his apology, but I should've sensed he would kiss me again.

  Each one became harder and harder to resist. Mainly because I never wanted to resist him in the first place. My running away fantasy seemed that much closer every time he molded his tongue to mine, every time he caressed down my arms and back.

  I explored his mouth, losing myself to him as my hands ran over the contours of his body. The ridges of his firm abdomen and swells of muscles on his shoulders and back never ended beneath my hands. His body became the foreign land I'd run away to. I'd spend forever there, learning and familiarizing myself with every inch of him.

  At some point, I realized we went from sitting up to lying down in his bed. I was still in his clothes I borrowed after showering last night but he was only in his boxer briefs, and barely.

  "You look beautiful even in my clothes, Stella," he breathed into my ear before nibbling at the shell of it. "But I think you'd look even better out of them."

  I felt feverish and delirious, barely conscious of anything besides how much I desperately needed him.

  He moved his body against me just slightly and I gasped. The hardness of him, only separated by two layers of clothes, pressed against my inner thigh like a hot stone. Every cell in my body wanted it to fill the empty ache inside me, but I froze. Fear and uncertainty held me back from letting go completely.

  "Gavin, I have to tell you something," I said quickly.

  "Something wrong?" He kissed tenderly just underneath my ear. I could feel his stubble growing back already, tickling the side of my neck as he kissed gently down to my collarbone.

  It felt amazing. How could he be so gentle and yet rough and possessive at the same time? And he seemed to know just when I needed one or the other.

  "I... I've," I bit my lip, suddenly ashamed to tell him. What good would that knowledge do? All I was doing successfully was making the situation more awkward.

  "You can tell me, Stel," he said warmly, kissing my cheek.

  Ugh. No turning back now.

  "I've never done this before." The confession tumbled out of me shamefully.

  "I figured as much," he answered nonchalantly.

  I looked at him, confused. "And it doesn't bother you?"

  "Baby, nothing about you bothers me." He smiled and kissed me again. Unrestrained happiness swelled inside my chest as I returned his kisses, the kind I felt when he made me laugh or made me feel like he knew the real me.

  "I'll make you feel good," he whispered in my ear as his fingers crept underneath the hem of the T-shirt. They felt like heaven gliding across my bare skin. "I'll make you feel so good, you’ll forget your own name and the stupid fucking reason we met in the first place."

  He pulled the shirt over my head and there I was, exposed and topless. I covered myself instinctively. As badly as I wanted to give myself to him, I felt more shy and embarrassed than I ever had in my life.

  My skin grew hotter, this time from my shame rather than desire. If I didn't put him off before, surely this would. I just covered up my breasts like a damn teenager.

  But Gavin just kissed me again with gentleness, warmth, and reassurance, cupping my face and paying no mind to my arms creating a barrier between us. I began to relax, melting into his warmth.

  Gradually his kisses became hungrier, more demanding. His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of my head as his tongue searched insistently in my mouth for mine. Our tongues kissed just as our lips did, and the rest of my body responded as I fell deeper into a hot pool of pure, hungry need.

  My thighs tightened around his hips and my back arched to press against him. He nudged the massive, hard rock in his briefs against me again and I moaned into his mouth.

  I didn't have to be quiet here. I didn't have to hide myself anymore. With him, I was free.

  Suddenly his mouth broke away from my kiss. "Put your hands on me," he instructed with his lips barely touching mine. "I love how you touch me."

  "Only if you keep kissing me," I answered breathlessly.

  He obliged and I felt his dry chuckle against my mouth. As he insisted, I uncovered myself with my arms, sending my fingers caressing up across his bulging triceps to his wide shoulders, then gently scratching my fingernails up the back of his neck to massage his scalp, caressing through his hair.

  A satisfied groan passed from his mouth to mine as he gently lowered himself on top of me, his naked chest pressed to mine. The skin to skin contact felt amazing, like we were molding into one being. My heartbeat drummed faster as I felt the beat of his against mine.

  "I remember you scratching my head in the car last night," he said in between kisses along my neck. "I fucking love that. You're so sweet, Stella. So good to me."

  He pulled away and looked at me silently. Really looked at me, all naked and exposed underneath him for an uncomfortably long time until he kissed me again. "And you're so incredibly, painfully beautiful."

  Before I could blurt out something stupid, he took my nipple in his teeth and made me gasp. The pain was just as pleasurable and intense enough for me to forget all about being self-conscious of my body. He pinched and pulled on my other nipple teasingly and the sensitivity ran like shock waves throughout my whole body. It felt so good and intense, I could nearly come from that pleasure alone.

  "Mmm, I think you'd love some nipple clamps," Gavin said wickedly. He kissed gently on my sternum, moving lower as he palmed both of my breasts in his hands. "But not today." His teeth and tongue grazed just above my bellybutton as he moved lower still. "Today you're getting pure pleasure and nothing else," he promised.

  Within a final tug on my desperately sensitive nipples, he moved his hands to grip the waistband of the sweatpants. His mouth traveled to the left crest of my hipbone, then slowly to the right as he tugged down.

  I fought the fearful voice in my head begging to stop him. He was about to be the first man who looked at me down there.

  What would he think? How would I compare to what he’s had before?

  As he tugged the waistband down over my hips, I squeezed my eyes shut, partially to not see his reaction when he looked at me, but also to relish in the sensations of his mouth on my skin.

  "Oh my fucking god, Stella."

  I didn't dare ask what. He saw all of me. Every bump, fold, wrinkle and mark on my body was bared to him.

  The feeling of his warm breath against my soaking wet labia nearly shot me across the bed.

  "What are you doing?" I cried out.

  "I'm eating you out, silly Stella. Come back here." Grinning from between my legs, he cupped his hands under my thighs and effortlessly pulled me back toward him. Without any hesitation, he lowered his mouth to my vulva again and groaned as he sucked at my swollen, sensitive folds.

  I froze as I felt his mouth on me down below, licking and sucking on me with abandon, like he would rather be nowhere else. I’d read stories about how rarely men went down on women due to tastes, smells, and how it looked. But Gavin looked just
as turned on as I was, if not more.

  "You taste amazing," he growled as he parted my labia with his tongue, lapping at my clit and sucking it into his mouth to tease me before returning to devour the rest of my pussy.

  "Oh! Ah, Gavin..." I said in between ravaged breaths, closing my eyes again but this time only to savor the delicious sensations of his tongue opening me, exploring me.

  All my fear and self-consciousness melted away as my pleasure climbed to new peaks. I found myself tilting my hips up and spreading my legs even wider to give Gavin better access and he accepted hungrily.

  "You're so wet for me." He grazed his teeth against my sensitive inner thigh, making me cry out. It hurt just a little but was so good, so intense. "Such a good girl."

  "Gav, ah!"

  A gasp escaped me as I felt something firm slip inside me. "Fuck, you're so tight," Gavin breathed as he slid another finger inside to join the first one. He moved them rhythmically, stroking and caressing the inside walls of my pussy as I adjusted to being penetrated. Soon enough, I wanted more.

  I pressed my leg against the hard bulge in his shorts but he shifted away from me, pinning my leg down with one hand while he made love to my pussy with the other.

  "Gavin, I want you," I panted.

  "I want you so bad, baby." He came up to kiss me, still fucking me with his fingers while I tasted the musky, tangy juices of my pussy on his face. It was so hot, so dirty I instinctively clenched around his fingers as I tasted myself on his lips.

  He pulled away and gave me that wicked, naughty grin and I knew he wouldn't give in to me just yet.

  "I want you relaxed and soaking wet first," he said as he traveled back down with a torturous, tiny bite to each peak of my nipples. "I want your first time to show how good it can be."

  "It's already so good," I moaned as his tongue found my clit again.

  He chuckled against my pussy, his voice sending vibrations up through my fingertips and toes. I was so sensitive, so on edge, I could barely handle it anymore.

  "You haven't felt anything yet, baby."

  CHAPTER 21

  GAVIN

  I've done a lot of nasty, vile things in my life. But I've never been with a virgin before.

  My desires pulled in completely opposite directions until it felt like they'd tear me in half. I saw how nervous and shy Stella was, in her facial expressions and how she covered her body. Half of me wanted to be gentle, make her feel comfortable, secure and make love to her sweetly.

  I was beyond touched that she stayed with me and cared for me. With each kiss I silently thanked her. A guy like me doesn’t receive sweet gestures often and I wanted to give her some sweetness back.

  But when her beautiful, tight little body revealed itself beneath me, I wanted to do much, much worse things to her.

  The dark, dirty demon in me wanted to hear her scream as I tore her virgin pussy apart with my huge cock. Her perfect, creamy skin would only look better once I marked it up with bruises.

  Her innocence was so fucking hot and I wanted to ravage it away from her.

  I held back the beast as much as I could, only lightly testing her pain threshold on her nipples and slick, inner thighs.

  And she fucking loved it. Her responsiveness only made me want to defile her more. She moaned and arched her back against me once she let go of her shyness and allowed herself to feel good without holding back.

  From the moment I saw her, I knew this girl had something dark and dirty in her just dying to come out.

  With my fingers buried deep in her sweet pussy and her clit beneath my tongue, I slowly began to coax an orgasm out of her with my mouth. She tasted so sweet, I'd give up alcohol to drink only from her pussy in a heartbeat. Fuck, I wanted to drown in her delicious taste and smell.

  Every moan of hers made my cock throb harder and more desperately. It pulsed with the need to bury itself in her hot depths but I kept working her tight little hole with my fingers and flicking my tongue against the hard nub of her clit.

  Her breathing came faster in shallow breaths as her pussy hugged around my fingers tighter and I knew she was getting close. I kept pumping my fingers at a steady pace and sucked ravenously at her engorged clitoris ready to go off like a mini volcano.

  "Gavinnn," she moaned. Fuck me, no other girl has ever sounded so fucking hot when moaning my name.

  Just as she came, I held down her hips so she wouldn't thrash around. I wanted her to feel it, all of it, course through her body at full intensity. I nearly came myself as I watched her whole body tremble and her eyes roll back in her head until I only saw the whites. The orgasm coursed through her body like a demon being exorcised. When her breathing slowed and deepened and her body sank back in the mattress, I knew my girl was spent.

  Gently I licked the sweat and come from her vulva, pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her pussy lips, flushed and swollen, quivered as I ran my tongue between them before coming up to lay down next to her.

  Stella sucked in deep breaths as her body cooled down, the gorgeous, pointed peaks of her nipples rising and falling on her chest.

  I slid my hand across her taut belly, her skin feeling like fire, to cup one of her perky, gorgeous tits. My cock twitched at her firm nipple under my thumb.

  It was almost time to quit being a gentleman. I needed to fuck her soon or I would explode.

  Her eyes fluttered open as if waking up from a dream. She looked at me and the shy, playful smile on her lips just about made me come right there. She looked absolutely angelic and yet so fucking naughty at the same time.

  I smiled back. "Enjoy yourself?"

  "I enjoyed you," she replied barely above a whisper and pulled my arm across her body so that I was on top of her again.

  I kissed her deeply, savoring the sweet mixed tastes of her pussy and her mouth. I hadn't even taken her yet and I couldn't get enough of her.

  Fuck, I couldn't get enough of her the moment I saw her.

  To my surprise, she took the initiative of pulling down my boxer briefs. They peeled away from my skin and released my cock, engorged and rock solid. It landed on her belly, a sharp contrast of my hardness and her softness.

  Her eyes dropped from my face to her abdomen where my cock laid and she took it in both hands. All nervousness and hesitation were gone.

  She wanted this just as badly as I did. Reputation and social class be damned.

  We were nothing but two bodies, two people who needed each other more than anything else.

  "Oh fuck, Stella," I moaned as her slender little hands slid my foreskin along my rigid shaft. Her grip was gentle as a tickle at first, then grew firmer as she stroked me. One hand slid further down to cup my heavy balls and I had to stop her, as much as I hated to.

  "You're going to make me come all over you if you keep that up."

  "Sounds hot," she said with a suggestive bite of her lower lip.

  "You're a dirty little girl for a virgin." I took her lip between my teeth until she squealed.

  Truthfully, I couldn't be more pleased. Nothing gets my dick softer than a girl who's boring in bed, and virgins have a reputation of being the most boring of all of them. But if my sweet little Stella was already showing freaky, dirty tendencies, that showed promise for the future.

  Our future.

  Together we could push limits, walk the thin line between pleasure and pain, and explore the dark side of love.

  I rummaged in my bedside drawer for a condom while testing the skin of Stella's neck and shoulder with my teeth. She mewled like a kitten and arched responsively against me, always needing more. I felt her nails dig into my back and shuddered at how fucking good it felt. This woman would completely undo me.

  I sat up to roll the condom on while Stella watched me, her eyes large and round soaking me in. Her lower lip trembled slightly as I lowered myself back over her and positioned my cock at her entrance.

  "I won't hurt you," I promised her with a reassuring kiss. "I'll go as slow as you need me
to."

  "I know. I trust you."

  A small bubble of joy rose in my chest. Not many people trusted me, and it meant the world to me knowing one of them was her.

  "You can always trust me," I murmured against her lips. "I know we have a shitstorm to deal with after this. But I'll always be on your side, Stella."

  "Gavin, just fuck me already!" she begged.

  I laughed and shifted my weight to let my cock just part her lips but not fully go inside her. Her heat and wetness were almost unbearable but I had to punish her impatience.

  "I like it when my dirty girl begs," I said as I pulled back out ever so slightly.

  Her shoulder already turned purple from my relentless biting and sucking, but I nibbled at the same spot as I eased myself back inside her.

  She gasped and whimpered, clutching around my shoulders tightly. I stopped where I was, with only the head inside, and kissed all over her face and neck reassuringly.

  "You're so tight, baby," I said into the hollow of her throat. "You feel so unbelievably good."

  "You're so big," she gasped.

  "You haven't felt anything yet."

  Slowly, I pushed into her another inch and another, watching her face carefully for any signs of pain but she looked on the verge of another orgasm already. I groaned as her virgin pussy held my cock like a vice. She was almost impossibly tight. I certainly wouldn't complain if it never let me go.

  Being the first and only man inside her turned me on like I couldn't believe. How could I be bothered by it? I was honored.

  A woman like Stella deserved a man who knew what he was doing, who knew how to please a woman and scratch that itch just where she needed it. Not some uptight, royal prick who couldn't find the clitoris with a flashing neon sign.

  I slowly continued sliding into Stella until I was balls deep and stayed there to let her adjust to my size.

  "You okay?" I asked before taking one of her pebbling nipples into my mouth.