Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance) (22 page)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

-Royal

Her pussy was made for me, and the sounds that left her throat as I lapped up her sweet goodness were mine too. Everything about her turned me the fuck on. I had to have her no matter what. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I needed to feel her tight pussy wrapped around my throbbing cock.

                     “Fuck my face, baby…” I purred as I dipped my tongue inside of her. She moaned like a banshee and forced herself to bite her lip to cover up some of noise.

                     “I’m so hot…” Her cries of pleasure did nothing to elevate the stiffness of my cock. Forcing myself to slow, and not flip her over and fuck her like a crazed maniac, I focused my attention back onto her clit, my tongue flicking over the tight little bud. She was going to come all over my face, whether she wanted to or not.

                     “Next time you touch yourself— and trust me you will— I want you to think about how my tongue felt sliding in and out of you, how your pussy quivered with every lick over your sensitive clit.” I nipped at the bundle, my teeth grazing against the sensitive nerves.

              “I can’t…” The words came out in a moan, and I swallowed them up, ignoring her defeat. She could come, and she would.

“Memorize it, baby. Memorize just how it felt to have my finger thrusting deep inside of you, and how I claimed you as my own with my mouth.” I tweaked her hardened nipple from under her shirt as she arched her back off the mattress, the motion causing her pussy to grind more firmly into my face.

                     “Royal,” she panted, her breaths were harsh and I knew she was close to coming undone. I slipped two fingers deep inside of her, curling them to make sure I hit just the right spot. Using my other hand, I continued to pinch and tug at her hardened nipples going between the two of them. I worked each nipple between two fingers all while I worked my tongue over her swollen clit.

I was relentless in my assault against her pussy. Her folds were dripping, which told me she definitely wanted this as much as I did.

       Moans of pleasure fell from her plump lips, ones that I wanted to do nothing but eat up. I wanted to devour her. She continued to buck against me, as if she couldn’t get enough of my touch. As if she needed that connection to finish the race. Her fingers dug into my scalp, her nails raking over my skin as I sucked her juices into my mouth.

                     “Give it to me, Noelle,” I ordered with a stern tone. I couldn’t handle the feelings that were rushing through me.

“By the time I get done with you, you’ll feel me against every part of your body. The soreness between your thighs will be from me, the butterflies in your belly as you think about the way I unraveled you will also be mine. I own your body as much as you own mine… Do you understand that, Noelle?” My breath fanned against her folds as I stared at her pussy in all its glory. I was punishing her, going between fingering her and eating her out.

“More, Royal. More. I neeeedddd...” she begged, and it did nothing but made me want to give her that release that she was begging for.

“What do you need, princess? Do you want my cock? My lips against your clit? My fingers deep inside of you? Tell me what you need, baby.” I stopped my worship upon her body wanting to see if she would give me an answer.

“I need you everywhere. In me, on me, against me. I just need you. More of you. I need it harder and softer. I need it all.” It felt every word she moaned out as a stroke against my cock. She was bringing me to a climax with nothing but her pleasurable words.

Picking up right where I left off, I slid two fingers into her deeply. An audible gasp filled the air as my grip on her tit grew harsher with each pump in and out of her.

Noelle was going to kill me.  I wanted her so much more than I ever thought I would. It was still so hard to believe she wasn’t more experienced with sex given her dirty mouth and the way her body reacted to my touch. It was as if we were made for one another. When I gave she took, and when she gave I took.

                     “Ahhhh!!!” A low hum erupted from somewhere deep inside of her. Her pussy gripped my fingers in a tight hold as the tension that had built up started to release from deep inside of her. Her release came out in hard waves, each one hitting me with an intensity that made me scared. I wanted her so fucking bad, so badly that I would do whatever I could to have her.

                     “It’s so painful, but it feels so damn good…” she huffed out in a moan as she withered beneath me. She tried to pull her thighs together as if it would relieve the painful waves that were crashing throughout her. I knew it wouldn’t, so I continued to slam my fingers in and out of her, feeling another wave of pleasure building. I took each wave of pleasure and gave it back to her.

                     “More… More…” I stared in awe at her face as she started to crumble at the hand of my pleasure. She was so beautiful as her brows furrowed and her mouth formed that distinct O shape. Sharp nails sunk into the mattress as she clung to my body with everything that she had. I knew then even if I didn’t admit it out loud to her yet, that I loved her, and that I always would.

                     She came again, her juices coating my hand. I slowly withdrew my fingers, bringing my them up to my mouth, wanting nothing more than to lick at them greedily.  My nostrils caught a whiff of her arousal, which only made me want to cave and give into my own personal vendetta. But I pushed on, knowing that the outcome would be worth it.

I couldn’t stop myself. I needed her to watch me lick her juices off my fingers. I flicked my tongue against the tips of the fingers, and when that wasn’t enough I shoved them in my mouth, wrapping my tongue around them, making sure I got every last drop of her arousal.

                     Those hazel eyes of hers were heavy with pleasure as she shoved up from where she was laying on my bed and watched me as if she was mesmerized. I pulled a condom from the drawer from the nightstand, ripping the wrapper with my teeth, and then slipping it on over my hard cock.

“I need to be inside of you,” I panted. “I will be as gentle as I can be, and for as long as I can withstand. It’s still going to hurt, though. I need to know that this is what you want?” I needed her to be okay with it. I needed her to want it as much as I did because if I didn’t get inside of her soon I would lose it. Still if she said no, I would turn around and go take the longest cold shower I possibly could.

We stared at each other for a long moment. I questioned her with my eyes, asking for permission. I wanted this moment to be perfect for her. For it be as pleasurable for her as I knew it would be for me.

“It’s always been you, Royal. Always. I want you to be my first. Take me.” Her voice was hoarse as she spread her legs wider to give me better access. I shucked what little remained of my clothes to the floor. I had waited months for this very moment.

I placed my cock at her entrance and slipped ever so slowly into her, the muscles of her pussy tightening as I spread them apart. I felt the small muscle that was pushing against me. I had to break her barrier.

“Be still, baby…” I barely got the words out, as I clenched my teeth together. It was a strain against every muscle in my body to not slam into her fully. I pushed through the barrier with ease, knowing that she probably felt intense pain at the moment.

“Oooo…” she hissed out, gripping my hand in hers. Hazel eyes looked up at me with so much love and care. She looked at me as if she knew I would never do her wrong, as if she trusted me with her life. I lowered myself down so I could press my lips softly to hers, trying to give her a distraction from the pain.

I forced myself to still as I seated myself all the way inside of her, my cock throbbing and begging me to move. I held myself above her, watching as the pain worked its way through her body. I knew it was her first time and I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch, but I never expected to feel guilt for causing her this pain.

“I’m sorry,” I ground out.

“Shhh, I want this, Royal.” One single tear slipped from her eye and down her cheek as she stared up at me with open eyes. Pain laced her words, and I wondered if I had it in me to really follow through with this.

“I…” I took a breath, feeling her tightness all around me. She lifted a hand to my chest, rubbing small circles against my skin.

“I’m okay; I promise. Take me… Please,” she huffed out, her eyes begging me. I knew there was no way right then and there that I could stop this.              

“Take a deep breath as I pull out and come back in,” I grunted out, forcing myself to keep the pace nice and slow. I slid out of her and then back in with ease, her body muscles expanding to my length.  

I was going to die a slow and painful death, but it would be worth it.

Minutes ticked by as I cradled her body against mine, my cock slipping in and out of her until a delicious amount of juices coated both of us. As soon as her whimpers turned to tiny pants I allowed myself to gain momentum, allowing myself to finally slam into her tight hole. A shrill of pleasure filled the air around both of us.

“Your pussy was molded for me. I have never felt anything so perfect in my life.” I spoke between clenched teeth, gripping her hips tightly against my center.  I could feel every dip, clench, and push of her body. Fire burned through me as I claimed every part of her body.

“Royal.” My name fell from her lips in a sigh. I never made love. I never did soft strokes, or had someone panting so much after me. It was never this intense with anyone. Every slip and slide drew me closer to her.

I was branding myself onto her skin and into her heart.

My balls drew up and began to tighten. My body threatened to give out as I continued that torturously slow pace, making sure I wasn’t being overly rough. There would be plenty of time for that later. Right now was all about making sure her first time was special and as painless and pleasurable as possible.

 I gazed into her eyes, the twinkle and adoration in them was clear with every push, clench, and shove into her body. I never understood why people wanted to look at each other during sex. To me all sex was, was a way to release tension and to fulfil a need. But right now looking at Noelle and seeing the trust and love wash over her features, made it all feel right. It was as if I was missing out on the best parts of sex.

“You are so fucking beautiful, princess.” I could feel myself getting close to the finish line. Soon I wouldn’t be able to hold back my release.

“I can’t hold back much longer, baby, but I need you to come with me. Can you do that?” I lowered my hand down between our slick bodies, finding that small bundle of nerves with ease. As my finger pressed firmly against her clit, I started to rub against it in small circles; the pants and moans that she released told me just how close she was to her own release.  I could hear the sound of her breaths coming in faster and louder. She was close, just a few more strokes.

I leaned my head against her shoulder as a buzzing sounded in my ears. An exhilarating array of colors bursting out before my eyes as our bodies collided, the sound of our skin hitting one another. With every stroke we mended the broken pieces of us together making. us one whole single being.

“This is for you,” I growled, as hot cum spurted deep inside of her.,and into the condom. I groaned in pleasure as I shook above her; my muscles wanting to give out as I forced them to stay rigid. I’ve never taken a girl with so much care, nor did I ever had the desire to do so before.

Noelle was the opposite of everything I should have ever wanted, but I couldn’t shake her. She was in my head, under my skin, and now a part of me.

                     “The first time I met you, I thought you were a bitch. A stuck up chick who lived off my daddy's money.” My breaths were shallow as I hovered above her, my eyes never leaving hers as I spoke.

                     “I thought you were a prick,” she announced shyly. I smiled because her assumption of me was actually quite true. I was a prick, an asshole, you name it. I probably acted like it at one point and time.

                     “I never imagined that I would be feeling what I feel for you.” My eyes and words softened as I sunk further onto the bed, pushing her back against my pillows. She belonged here: in my bed, underneath me, panting and moaning my name. Everything about her made me whole. I was no longer searching for myself, because the parts of me that had always been missing could be found in Noelle.

“What do you feel for me, Royal?” she whispered in a sweet, hesitant voice causing my heart to soar through the roof. I nuzzled into her throat, breathing in our two scents that mingled together. I was owned by her in every single way possible; was there even words to use to describe that?

"I'm falling incredibly fucking hard for you." My lips were right against her ear and I desperately wanted to turn her face into mine forcing our lips together but I didn’t. I needed this moment with her more than anything else. I needed to lay it all on the line and tell her how I felt about her, to make certain she knew it.

“I'm in love with you, Noelle, and the scariest part of that is not even you can save me from loving you. I’m scared of the feelings I have for you because they’re the realest feelings I have ever had. Love is nothing without you.”

Noelle’s eyes caressed my skin. She was staring at me with so much adoration in those soft hazel eyes of hers that I felt as if I was being brought to my knees.
              “I...” I could see the words she wanted to say but didn’t know if she would say them yet.