Royal Stripper

by Sienna Valentine

  Kellan abandoned my ear to bring his head to my breast, and I cried out as he laved it with his tongue. Then he bit and sucked, pulling my nipple gently, still tantalizing the other one as he pushed me down on my back on the couch.

  His erection was so hard against me. I could feel it prodding into the gap between my pussy and my thigh, throbbing a steady rhythm as I lifted my hips and ground against him. Kellan snarled, pushing the fabric around my chest up until I raised my arms so he could get my shirt and bra over my head. With my torso fully exposed, I writhed underneath him, kissing him on the mouth much harder than last time. Kellan responded by grasping my shorts and yanking them down my legs, leaving me only in my delicate, lace panties.

  He reached between us and lightly rubbed the pad of his index finger over my sopping wet crotch, and I gasped as his nail grazed my nether lips. “You’re all wet,” he breathed, examining my slick lust with a much too gentle touch. I moaned and he pushed his finger up into my slit, teasing me through my panties. “How long?”

  “Since we met,” I whimpered, and it was true. I’d wanted Kellan from the moment I’d lain eyes on him. I couldn’t wait to have him a moment longer.

  Kellan straightened and pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing his chiseled abs and the tattoo I’d noticed when he was fighting in the ring. Semper Fidelis, with an eagle spreading its wings. I kissed every feather as Kellan began to undo his belt.

  I heard his zipper go down, then felt warm, velvety flesh pressing against my belly. I looked down. Kellan’s dick was completely out, long and thick and crowned with a bead of precum at its rosy tip. He was huge, almost beyond imagining. As he pulled his pants the rest of the way down, I took his meaty shaft in my hand and began to stroke, short and fast, eliciting an anxious grunt from between his lips.

  “I haven’t even jacked off since we met,” he gritted, looking down at me while I toyed with his cock. I got my palm around his heavy balls too, massaging and tugging at them, feeling them grow even more swollen in my hand. “I’ve been so fucking hard for you, Parker.”

  “I know,” I told him, fascinated by the way his dick was leaking for me. Precum bubbled and frothed out of the tip, so much of it that it was dribbling onto my stomach just beneath my tits. I wriggled down further between his legs so he could slide his shaft between my breasts, then pressed them tight around the sides. Kellan groaned. “Show me how much you want it,” I begged him.

  Kellan drew in a breath through his teeth as he began to thrust, fucking my tits slowly at first, then harder and faster. I wasn’t sure if he was gritting his teeth because it felt so good, or because we were giving those bruised ribs of his a workout, but the fire in his eyes told me that it might be both.

  I played with my nipples as he sawed between my mounds, leaving creamy stains all over them as his excitement built. I licked my lips and opened my mouth, inviting him in, and with each push of his hips I teased his tip with my tongue, lapping at all that thick precum, sucking at it, making him pulse.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, voice thick and low. “Parker, baby. If you keep that up, I’m gonna…”

  “Cum on my face?” I whispered, flickering my tongue along the underside of his ridge. “Cover me in a hot, sticky load you’ve been saving up for days?”

  Kellan reached down and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my lips away from his cock. He stopped thrusting and looked into my eyes. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s exactly what you’ll make me do. Goddamn, you’ve got a mouth on you, and I’d love to see it filled with my spunk. But I don’t want to cum there.” He withdrew his dick from between my breasts and let it trail down my stomach, slowly moving down my body until he was rubbing his thickness against my panties. “I want to cum here.”

  I bit my lip. I wasn’t on the pill. But Kellan smirked and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll pull out.”

  This was madness. Utterly insane. I barely knew Kellan, but I wanted to feel him skin-to-skin. I didn’t want anything coming between us, not even a thin, latex barrier.

  Kellan asked, “Do you trust me?” I nodded. Yeah, I trusted him. I had no idea why, but I honestly, truly did.

  He pulled aside my panties, exposing my slit. Then he rubbed the head of his cock between my pussy lips, and up against my clit.

  I closed my eyes and moaned, toes curling as he tapped and rubbed his wet tip against the little bud that would make me cum. I spread my legs wider, desperate for his touch, for more of that delicious teasing. My orgasm wasn’t far off—I’d been so excited for so long that I was already nearly there. My whining and whimpering must have tipped Kellan off, because he soon pulled my panties to the side as far as they would go and pulled me up so that my ass was resting against the tops of his thighs.

  His cock was right at my entrance. His thumb was on my clit. And as he rubbed me toward sweet oblivion, he began to push inside me, stretching my pussy wide and throbbing in its tight embrace.

  “Kellan!” I whispered, my words devolving into a long, throaty moan as I took the biggest dick I’d ever had in all my life. Kellan’s expression was tight, his brow furrowed as though he was doing his best not to start cumming inside me right now. I put my feet against his shoulders to let him get in a little deeper—with all that length, he was at risk of bottoming out. As he slid inside me all the way to the hilt I began to squirm, and Kellan muttered a low string of curses and pressed harder on my aching clit.

  “Fuck. Hold still…”

  “I can’t,” I panted. “Oh, fuck me, Kellan. Please! I’m gonna cum!”

  Flicking my nub as hard and fast as he could, Kellan obeyed me, ramming into my pussy so hard I saw stars. I yelped and bucked up against him until he pushed my knees back to my shoulders, holding himself straight over me so I could see the length of his cock pistoning in and out. I watched it in awe, as transfixed by it as I’d been by Kellan’s performance in the ring. He was so big I could hardly believe he fit inside me, and as the base of his dick gave a telltale throb, my pussy did the same.

  “I’m cumming,” I whispered, then felt the dam within me gave way. My next words came out as a strangled cry: “I’m cumming! Fuck!”

  Kellan held onto me as I squirmed and shook, the universe collapsing in around me as I came all over his cock. My pussy squeezed him tight, milking him for the cum I knew I couldn’t have, the risk we couldn’t take. It didn’t stop me from wanting it. In that moment, I wanted to feel Kellan filling me, dripping out of me. I’d been driven mad by pleasure, but thankfully, he had enough sense for the both of us.

  He pulled out and began to jerk his dick, letting the tip of it stay pressed tight to my buzzing clit. I was still cumming when he let out a roar and jets of his hot cum began to hit my sensitive bud, making my orgasm all the sweeter. Kellan hadn’t been exaggerating; he’d clearly been holding back for a long time. His seed came in long, thick ropes that coated the inner lips of my pussy and up across my stomach, spilling everywhere except for inside and granting me a satisfaction I’d never even known existed.

  I wreathed my arms around his neck, dropping my legs to his hips to pull him more completely on top of me, needing to feel the press of his body against mine. He kissed me passionately, drawing me into an embrace so tight I could barely breathe. I felt him wince a bit at the pain in his ribs as we held each other so tightly, but that didn’t stop him.

  I wrapped my thighs around his waist, inviting his semi-hard cock back inside me, and when he pushed in all the way up to his balls, I sighed in relief. After just one fuck, I never wanted Kellan’s cock to leave me. I was hooked.

  But every addiction has its price. What would mine be?

  Chapter 9

  Kellan

  I felt good. Really good. Well, besides my ribs and a couple other bones and muscles that were aching. But mostly, I just felt awesome. How the hell could I not, after a fuck like that?

  I couldn’t believe what a bad girl Parker turned into once she got a little horny. I had prepared myself to hold back, t
o not scare Parker off with how intense I could be. But all my plans came crashing down the moment she begged me to fuck her tits. Damn, she was dirty. Maybe she wasn’t a romance writer, after all. Maybe she wrote erotica—Fifty Shades, and all that shit.

  If I was being honest, though, it was more than just Parker’s pussy making me feel this way. There was something about being with her, being around her, that made me feel like I belonged. That was something I hadn’t experienced in a long damn time. Everywhere I’d gone since the Marines, I’d felt like an outsider.

  But not with her. Damn, that felt good.

  We’d moved the party to my bedroom not long after I’d finally convinced her to let me pull out. She must not have been used to staying up so late, because as soon as her head hit the pillow, Parker was asleep. I didn’t mind. I liked having her beside me. I liked the feeling of her body pressed against mine. Her warmth on my skin.

  If I wasn’t careful, I was going to fall for this chick. Hard. And who knew what damage that would do?

  That was the problem I was contemplating as I stared down at her pretty face. Feeling this good scared me. What if I fucked it all up? What if I ruined what we had? How would I ever forgive myself?

  And what if she betrayed me? How would I be able to move past that? I hadn’t let anyone get this close for as long as I could remember. This was a big leap for me, even if all we were doing was fucking, cuddling, and hanging out.

  I wanted to protect her. Protect what we had. But how the hell was I supposed to do that when I could barely look out for myself?

  Out in the living room, I heard my cell phone ringing. It was the third call I’d gotten since Parker fell asleep. Once is a fluke, twice is urgent, and three times is an emergency—that was my rule for taking calls on my time off. I sighed, running my hand down Parker’s back, then reluctantly swung my legs over the side of the bed and padded naked out to my jeans lying in a heap on the floor.

  I fished out my phone and looked at the screen. Fuckin’ Vic. Seriously?

  I picked up before it went to voicemail. “Yeah, what?”

  “Don’t ‘yeah, what’ me, Killer,” Vic replied. He sounded like he’d got himself all worked up over something, which wasn’t a surprise. Guy was high-strung. “You dashed outta here with that girl and never even said goodbye. What gives?”

  “You’re hittin’ redial because I forgot to say ‘see you later’?” I asked him, narrowing my eyes. “Jesus, Vic. When’d you get clingy?”

  “This ain’t about you forgetting to say goodbye. It’s about shit that’s changing with you, Killer. Shit you don’t even wanna talk to me about. That girl, for instance—she a regular thing, or just some strange?”

  I sat down on the couch and looked down the hall at Parker sprawled across my bed. Goddamn, what a perfect ass. “How the hell is that any business of yours?”

  “It’s my business if it’s makin’ you act weird,” Vic replied. “I’ve seen it all before: first you start actin’ weird, then you start losin’ fights. That could be a problem for both of us.”

  “Whatever guys you’ve seen that happen to, they aren’t me,” I snapped. “Jesus, Vic, I get to have a life outside of the ring. And who I fuck during that time is none of your business.”

  “Hey, I’m just lookin’ out for you, Killer,” Vic said. He sounded almost hurt. “Besides, if I don’t know you got a girlfriend, how am I supposed to explain to Jasmine she’s not needed anymore in the winner’s room, huh? I got questions to answer too, you know.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Jasmine has plenty of other dicks to suck, I’m sure. Now fuck off, Vic. I’ll see you when I see you.”

  “Just one more thing, Killer,” Vic said before I could end our call. “I wanna see you in the ring beginning of next week. Got some guys who are real interested in you after seeing the way you fucked up The Herminator. What a joke he was, huh?”

  “Yeah,” I muttered, my ribs smarting in response, “hilarious.”

  Vic continued, “They wanna put you up against Vlad Payne. You can guess what he calls himself, huh?” When I didn’t answer, he added, “The Impaler.” I sighed. Of course that’s what he calls himself. “Killer Kellan against The Impaler. Sounds good, right?”

  “I dunno, Vic,” I said, glancing again at Parker lying in the next room. “Think I earned some vacation time after this one. I’m pretty banged up. I could use the R&R.”

  “C’mon, Killer. This is big. You’re really makin’ a name for yourself. You can’t quit now. You’re my best guy, see? I’m just treatin’ you right. Plus the payout on this one is huge. Ten thousand dollars, Killer. That’s gotta be enough to pay for a few dinners with your new girl, right? Buy her somethin’ nice?”

  Ten thousand dollars? Shit, Vic had a point. And it would be nice to treat Parker like a lady, take her somewhere nicer than my shitty apartment. I sighed. “Yeah, I’m in. But I need to see someone before that. Like I said, I’m pretty banged up.”

  “I know a guy,” Vic said. “Hands out Oxy like it’s candy.”

  “No,” I said firmly. “No pills.” I’d had enough of that shit in my life. “I’ll call my stepbrother. You gotta give me the weekend, though. Monday night, maybe. I need time to heal, or I’m not gonna be any good to you.”

  “I hear ya,” Vic replied. “Monday night it is, then. Let me know if anything else changes, huh, Killer?”

  I narrowed my eyes. What the hell was he so up in arms about? “Fuck off, Vic.”

  This time, I hung up before he could say anything else. Shit. Another fight so soon. It was good that I was getting a reputation, but I wasn’t sure my body could handle it. Not if Vic was going to schedule my fights this close together.

  I’d meant to question him about Herman Gomez, too. No way that dude was in my weight class. What the hell was Vic thinking, pitting me against him? And was I in for the same shit with Vlad?

  “Kellan?” Parker called from the bedroom. I looked over. She was sitting up, holding the sheets to her breasts. “Everything okay?”

  “Fine,” I said, tossing my phone onto the coffee table and standing up. I returned to the bedroom and got up on the bed, kissing her forehead softly. “Just had to take a call. Got another fight next week. Nothing to worry about.”

  “So soon?” she asked, brow furrowed. I pushed the messy tangle of her hair from her face. Sex hair looked good on her.

  “I’ll see a doctor before I go. My stepbrother’s a pretty good one. He’ll fix me up. I don’t want you to worry, okay? This is just what I do. And this is a damn big purse, so if I win, I might not need to fight again anytime soon.”

  Parker nodded and tilted her head back to look into my eyes. The moonlight streaming through my blinds made her smooth, pale face look even more radiant—like Snow White. I kissed her lips and pressed my forehead to hers, and she mumbled, “Just be careful.”

  I realized then that Parker had never asked me for the details of that conversation—I’d given them up freely. Nor had she asked me to stop fighting, or to take a break. I’d promised her that all on my own.

  Holy shit. Maybe Vic was onto something. I was changing. With Parker, I’d gotten a taste of normal, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to let go of that. I wasn’t sure I wanted to return to beating guys’ skulls in for cash, no matter how much it paid. I wanted to be here, with her, living a life we could both be proud of.

  What the fuck, Kellan? Aren’t you thinking a little too far ahead?

  Yeah, I probably was. Shit. What was wrong with me?

  Parker started kissing my neck, reeling me in from my thoughts. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of her lips on that sensitive swath of skin between my shoulder and my earlobe. My dick twitched in response, coming back to life for her benefit. I smiled and nuzzled her hair. “If you don’t quit that, sweetheart, I’m gonna have to knock you out cold again.”

  She grinned and looked up at me. “Nuh-uh. Not yet. There’s something I want to do for you.”

  Parker pu
shed me down on my back and crawled on top of me, kissing my lips. Her hair fell in a golden curtain around us and I inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo. Shit, this girl got into me, under my skin, seeping right into my bones. I loved it almost as much as it scared me. I’d never felt this way for anyone before.

  When my dick was fully hard between her legs, Parker sat down on it and I gasped from the unexpected tightness and warmth. “Holy fuck,” I breathed, grabbing onto her hips as she sat up straight and began to bounce.

  The hellfire in my muscles and joints eased as Parker took control. Her movements were slow, sensual, like a belly dancer executing a well-practiced routine. She took her time squirming on my dick, those beautiful breasts of hers bobbing up and down with every languid twist of her hips. I stroked along her sides, then took a handful of her tits in each of my hands and kneaded them, massaging gently, earning me a soft purr from the back of her throat. Christ, she was so warm around me. I’d never been inside a girl who felt this good before. This right. It was like our parts were made for each other, like we were always meant to fit together this way.