Prince Billionaire: A Royal Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I moved farther into the forest and then suddenly stopped in my tracks. Standing not far away was a man wearing black. Fear gripped my chest as I had a flashback to that night.

  I stared at him and didn’t move a muscle. Slowly, the man turned toward me and nodded.

  It took a second for me to realize that it was Al, Trip’s bodyguard.

  I took a deep breath, steadying myself. It was only Al, standing out in the woods. As I looked around, I realized that Trip’s entire team was spread out around me. They were impressively good at being unobtrusive, to the point where I didn’t even notice them.

  But then it hit me: If Trip’s men were here, that meant Trip was nearby.

  I had a deep, stabbing nervousness in my stomach. I had gotten away from the house to avoid running into Trip, but somehow I had stumbled right into his private spot.

  I took a deep breath, steadying myself. I wasn’t backing down. I might as well go right for it and be a freaking big girl instead of acting like a scared child. He was just the king after all.

  Scratch that. He was just Trip.

  I continued forward, knowing where I’d find him. The security team let me through, each man nodding to me as I looked at him. I continued on past them for another few minutes, the aspens getting denser and denser until I spotted Trip up ahead.

  He was leaning up against the tree with the swing tied to it, his arms crossed. He was looking out over the stream as it wound through the forest.

  “I thought that was you,” he said as I approached.

  I stopped. “How’d you know?”

  “I heard you coming a mile away,” he answered, laughing. “You stomp like a giant.”

  “I do not,” I said. “I glide. I’m a lady.”

  He grinned and turned toward me. The grin slowly disappeared. “Look, I was an ass last night. I’m getting sick of apologies, so I won’t make one.”

  “You were an ass,” I agreed. “Apology accepted.”

  He laughed and looked back at the stream. I walked up and stood next to him, my hands wrapped around the cup of coffee.

  “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, it is. It’s not weird that I came here, right?”

  “It’s not private or anything,” he said. “I don’t mind if you come here.”

  “Thanks.” I leaned up against the tree, inches away from him. “I’m surprised you’re awake.”

  “I find it hard to sleep during a crisis.”

  “That’s probably not the worst trait.”

  “Maybe. I can think better when I can actually sleep, though.”

  “Good point. Wouldn’t want the king to make some horrible decision while sleep deprived.”

  He frowned and looked away. “Exactly.”

  “Hey,” I said, reaching out and touching his arm. “I was just kidding.”

  “I know,” he said, looking back at me and smiling. “I know. There’s just a lot going on.”

  “How are things?”

  “About the same as last night. You know, when I drunkenly got annoyed with you.”

  I smiled softly. “Yeah. I remember.”

  He stared at me for a second and then looked back over my shoulder. He made a gesture.

  “What was that?” I asked.

  “I just sent my team back to the estate,” he said. “And your man, too.”

  “So we’re alone out here?”

  He nodded. “We are.”

  I felt that nervous spike again. I realized that I was dripping wet, and I had been since I saw him standing out here. He was wearing a pair of perfectly fitting jeans and a tight, simple T-shirt that made his muscular chest look incredible.

  He turned toward me. I pressed my back flush against the tree.

  “What now?” I asked him.

  “You know what now,” he said, coming close to me. He took my hips and pulled them against him. I gasped softly.

  “No,” I said. “I don’t know.”

  He smirked and moved his lips up against my ear. “Say it,” he ordered.

  “I can’t.”

  “Your king commands you.”

  I opened my mouth but didn’t know what I was about to say.

  26

  Trip

  I could feel my cock hard against her as I pinned her against the tree.

  “I want you,” she said simply.

  I smirked at her. “I know you do.”

  And then I kissed her. I kissed her hard, my lips pressing against hers, starving for this moment. It felt like this was the first time we’d been alone since that night we were almost killed, even though we’d been alone a few times since then. This was the first time it felt like she was really with me and not worried about something else.

  Or more that it felt like this was the first time I was really with her. My mind had been everywhere but Bryce. Not in this moment, though. I wasn’t letting this moment pass me by.

  I pulled her hips against me harder as I kissed her, my tongue and lips working against hers. I ran my hands down her body and slowly found the button of her jeans. I unfastened it and pulled her zipper down. I began to kiss her neck.

  “Right here?” I asked.

  “I don’t know.” She gasped as I slowly pushed my right hand down her panties. She was dripping wet, absolutely soaked. I smiled to myself.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you right here in this forest.”

  “I need it,” she whispered.

  “I know. You need this thick cock between your legs. You’ve been dripping for it since that night, haven’t you?”

  “Yes,” she gasped. I pushed two fingers deep inside her soaking pussy. “Ah shit, yes.”

  “You fucking bad girl. You want the king’s cock right here in the open, where anybody could see us.”

  “We’re alone,” she gasped. “They left.”

  “They did,” I agreed, grinning. “They absolutely did.”

  I worked her pussy, her back pressed against the tree. Her hands gripped my muscular arms as my fingers fucked her pussy, pressing deep inside her. I pulled back and rubbed her clit. She stared at me, her mouth hanging open, and I just grinned at her, loving the way she fell into it. She couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to, and we both knew it. The girl was practically panting as I worked her soaking pussy.

  She pressed her hand on my chest and pushed me back. I let myself be moved, and she dropped to her knees. I grunted as she worked my jeans open, tugging them down. She wasted no time and pulled my briefs down along with them. I watched, starving and intense, as she took my hard cock in her hand and slowly licked me from root to tip.

  I groaned as she took my cock into her mouth and began to suck me. I let her do the work, my hands on her head and in her hair as she sucked my cock, working my thick shaft. I took her and let her roll up and down my length, loving the way her tongue worked my skin.

  “Work that fucking cock,” I said to her. “Go ahead. Don’t be fucking shy. Suck that cock like you’re starving.”

  She moaned, working me faster. I pressed her down, pushing my cock down her throat. She groaned, taking my thick cock into her mouth and throat. I gasped and took her, fucking her mouth slowly.

  She pulled back with a deep breath, staring at me. A thin line of spit followed from her lip to my cock, and she took it with her hand and then worked it into my tip. She began to jerk me, biting her lip.

  I took her head and pressed my cock back between her lips. I wanted her to suck that big fucking cock so badly, wanted her to suck me surrounded by these trees. It made me so fucking hard that she wanted me here and wasn’t backing down.

  She was taking it to the next level, and I groaned as she jerked me while sucking me. I pressed her down and held her there. She moaned, and I grunted my pleasure and then let her go. She gasped and moaned, jerking my cock off.

  I pulled her to her feet and pressed her back against the tree. I yanked down her jeans, not wasting a single second. I got her panties off a
nd tossed them aside. Her pussy was beautiful and dripping wet right there in the open air.

  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?”