Royal S.O.B. (A Bad Boy Romance) (23 page)

Kenrick
could not resist any longer.

It
had all bottled up inside him for far too long. The endless wait of over three
days had just added to his frustration. Now she was here with him, in front of
him. God knew when next? He wanted to make the best of what he got.
 

And
yet, he had been apprehensive about this move. For one, he had no clue how she
would react. In the event of her creating a scene and calling for help, it
would have created a scandal that he was terrified of. He could not even imagine
the consequences.

Kenrick
was pleasantly surprised. He always knew that she had a thing for him!

No, that was wrong
, he corrected himself.
Honestly, he had no clue what was in that cute little head of hers.

At
times, she gave him the impression of having feelings for him – but maybe that
was too huge a statement to make? Well, it did look like she was giving him a
long rope.

At
other times, it was just the opposite. He could never read her mind, and he
always feared that it could go either way. Which was why he was covertly
thrilled when she didn't protest.

He
seemed spent after that long kiss. That was unlike him, but then again, this
was unlike the usual situation. This time, he felt, he was playing for keeps.
He was getting tired of the flings and the affairs and the one-night stands.
Perhaps because he was growing in years. Or probably because he felt the heavy
responsibility of being a royal, and the prince, and the king of the future.
His father the king's failing health was the reason he felt pressurized… If he
were to take on the mantle, surely he could not carry on in this manner. His
reckless ways needed to change.

That
was when, as these kinds of thoughts were forming and crystallizing in his mind,
he was fortunate enough to get a stepsister. And with that his life changed,
slowly but surely. Here, suddenly, appeared the answer to all his concerns.
Here was one girl who could be all that he wanted, and more, all in one person.

And
what a girl! Kenrick, in his long and varied experience with women, across
countries, races and nationalities, had never seen an example like this one.

Was
she beautiful? She was. Was she sexy? She was. Would she make a great
girlfriend? Yes. And that ultimate test: Was she worthy to be taken home, as
wife material?

She
was.

And,
now the clincher: Was she intelligent and not daft? Yes. Indeed, Addie busted
quite a few myths that had been happily residing in Kenrick's head.

Myth #1: Women had no
brains, only boobs.
This was the foremost of them all. But here was a living example, which he
encountered for the first time in his life, that contradicted this myth. Not
only had Addie a fine set of the sexiest tits, her mind was so sharp, that
alone could give any man a hard-on.

Myth #2: All commoners
were nincompoops.
He had long believed, with a distant nod to the Magna Carta, that royalty was
bestowed with intelligence by the heavens. And that the common folk were dumb.
But now suddenly, there seemed to be brainy commoners all around him. There was
Addie, who was the queen among them; then there was Cate, who was not too bad
either; and lately even Pat was showing signs of having a complete set of
brain, including both the left and the right lobes. This was a revelation.
 

Myth #3: He was the
most superior of them all, and he need not kneel (figuratively of course) in
front of anyone.
While he could believe in that drivel till the cows came home, the fact
remained that Addie could – and had – given him the drubbing of his life. The
mighty Prince Kenrick was at once reduced to wallowing on the floor, crying out
for mercy.

Myth #4: His cock was
the conqueror.
Women needed to queue up for a taste of Kenrick's tool, and in reality it
happened that way, till a certain someone came along and reduced his privileged
penis to rank unemployment. That certain someone cast such a spell on the
unsuspecting prince that he forgot about all the other women who were crowding
outside his bedroom. In other words, the prince got the education of his life:
A big cock had its place in a woman's world, and more precisely in her body,
but however long or hard it was, it could never replace that soft, slender,
subtle emotion called love. This one single emotion could make the world's
hardest cock go limp. And, in this case, it did just that.

Myth #5…
In fact, there seemed
to be so many myths that it was irrelevant to list them beyond a point. Suffice
it to say that the mammoth ego of His Royal Highness Prince Kenrick was
deflated, never to inflate to such a degree again anytime soon, punctured as it
was by his new stepsister, the commoner-turned-royal.

And
here he was, standing in front of her like a devotee before a deity, speechless
worshipper before his goddess, waiting for a silent sign from her to continue
his devotion or stop it for the moment.

Kenrick
unconsciously wiped his lips. The impact of that epic kiss had not left him,
nor had the pressed body of Addie with her soft breasts grazing him first and
then crushing against his broad chest.

He
got an instant hard-on.

The
kiss had ended, but Addie was still reeling under its impact.

The
next instant, Kenrick was all over her.

He
tore at her blouse and there it was – her awesome breasts trapped inside her
Victoria's Secret bra. He went crazy; he buried his head in them, trying to
break through her cleavage, holding her back and pressing her to his face from
behind, and with his free hand, cupping her tit and squeezing it to glory.

She
was sitting arched, accommodating him, holding his head and brushing it all
over her chest. It had been so sudden, so unexpected, that Addie was almost
falling back, but Kenrick was holding her.

By
now his hand left her tits and went behind to her ass, creaming it over her
jeans. Then he rushed that hand to the front, where it fumbled with her fly.
Addie reached down and unbuttoned her jeans; he ripped open the zipper in a
flash, and his hand was inside her panties.

He
groped inside and found the treasure he wanted. It was soft, wet and hot. He
went nuts… He withdrew his hand, lifted Addie up and threw her on the sofa.
Then he pulled her jeans out, displaying her long, shapely legs. He fell on
them like a man gone mad, pinching them and kneading them… Then he pulled her
panties down, and tore at that too…

Then
he buried his head between her legs.

Kenrick
was not the type who ate pussy. It depended on the woman who merited it. In his
cunt-hunting career of almost ten years, not once did he do that; not a single
woman was worthy enough. It was only now, after he had met Addie, and after he
had experienced her pussy for himself, that he wanted to eat it desperately.

Addie
was in seventh heaven; she had only heard of these things. Nor had she imagined
they would happen to her. She held on to his head, with his tongue exploring
her golden triangle like a second dick, and sat back on the sofa, her eyes
closed, her mind lost somewhere, her lips letting out a faint moaning sound.

She
had no idea how long Kenrick was down there; when she opened her eyes next, he
was on top of her, and her breasts were bare, and he was drinking from them. He
held one of her tits tight; the other was firmly inside his mouth, his tongue
playing with its taut nipple.

Her
ecstasy was unending, her eyes closed by themselves, and Kenrick had the sex of
his life exploring the different treasures that were on offer. At one point, he
did not know whether to suck at her tits, or to reach up and lock her lips in
yet another gridlock, and use his tongue to its maximum potential.

By
now, drunk with passion, Addie started her own exploration. Her hand traveled
along his leg and found that enormous cock of his – it was half the length of
her small arm. She fondled it, held it, pressed it mildly – he moaned in turn –
and played with it. But of course, she wanted more.

Now
the wild Addie took charge. She pushed him aside with superhuman strength,
standing them both up while never letting go of his tremendous tool, and knelt
down in front of him, inviting his massive rod into her mouth.

Kenrick
liked it thoroughly. Somehow, with Addie, he had thought that he would have to
do all the hard work, and that she would be passive; but here was this ecstatic
initiative from her. Addie could see through the corner of her eye – the prince
was just standing, gently swaying his hips, and giving his dick an occasional
thrust. She loved it and sucked his cock even more.
In fact, she elevated it to high art. The way she was sucking his dick, the
kind of expertise she displayed, who could have said she was doing it for the
first time? She had a natural talent for it, and she used that to her fullest
advantage. She would suck from the root, suck along the shaft, then suck the
tip, giving it a gentle nibble – just enough to get him to scream out in
pleasure.

Kenrick
thought he would come in her mouth. But for some reason, he didn't really want
that. Was it because she was too precious; her face, her mouth, her lips were
too dear, and he did not want to dirty it all? Or was it because he wanted to
get out of her mouth and come inside her, the good old way?

He
pushed her head back, took his cock out and pushed her back on the sofa. Now he
fell on her and tried to thrust his dick into her wet and waiting pussy. Of
course, no man could do it alone – so she reached out to guide him. She held his
sizzling hot rod in her hand and took it to the tip of her pussy. The next
instant it was thrust inside with such an almighty heave that she let out a
breathless cry.

This
was her big moment; this was when her virginity was being cracked open by the man
she yearned for, the man she wanted for the job, just like she'd kept
fantasizing for nights. Her bliss was double – because it was Kenrick, and
because it was Kenrick. He was making love to her, and he was the one who took
her virginity, the one who broke open the doors of paradise for her, the one
who deserved it all, what she had been guarding all her young life.

Kenrick
was now thrusting and thrusting and thrusting, holding her like a ragdoll and
piercing her more with each thrust of his spear. He was crushing her, he was
making mincemeat of her. Somewhere in the midst of that unstoppable madness, he
paused... probably he felt something…

"Darling,"
his whisper was hoarse.

She
just looked at him, her eyes posing the question.

"Virgin?"

She
did not know how to react.
Would he like
it if she said the truth? Or would he hate her for it?
She decided to stick
to the facts.

She
nodded in the affirmative.

Kenrick's
eyes shone the brightest. She was unsure –
would
he explode?
Well, he did – in sheer frenzy. He grabbed her face and
smothered it with a million kisses.

And what he had paused – his unfinished business – he now resumed with renewed
vigor. Here was the girl he loved, the woman he craved for night after night;
here she was under him, and him inside her – and she was a virgin!

Kenrick
wanted nothing more from life; now he could even die. He'd received more than
he wanted, far more than he could ever hope for! He thrust and thrust and
thrust, and under him, she throbbed and throbbed…

He
was thrusting, she was throbbing, and they galloped together till their hooves
united, their moans became one, and they peaked at the same point high in the
clouds, when their bodies exploded as one.

Then
there was just silence echoing in the corridors.

That
was the biggest orgasm he had ever had.

That
was the greatest sex he had ever had.

That
was the sexiest girl he had ever had.

Kenrick
should know, he was the acknowledged guru of the discipline, with enviable domain
knowledge. And if he proclaimed something as ultimate, there was no one to
contest that.

Now,
as he reclined on the sofa, he was spent like never before in his life. He was
exhausted yes, but it was a sweet kind of fatigue, and his mind was ticking fast.
His mental prowess was suddenly heightened, and he could take a game of chess
with the masters now if he cared.

He
turned around and looked at Addie. She was smiling, breathing hard, but gently,
the high of the orgasm slowly ebbing out of her. He felt a sense of
achievement. It was true, what they said about earning women as opposed to
conquering them. The joy was different. And so was the pride.

With
Addie, he had attained both. He'd conquered her as well as earned her. Of
course, she would not make out the difference. His way of conquering her was in
the garb of earning her. She did not know him too well. Not yet.

"Hey,"
he called out to her.

She
looked at him, her smile gone weak after all the exhaustion.

"Liked
it?"

It
was something he would ask every girl he had laid. He needed to be told that it
was great, out of this world, heavenly, give me more, and so on. He needed to
hear it, so that he could dump them without any respect.

"Terrific,"
came the whisper from Addie.

"Great,"
he said trying to get up, his massive tool hanging to a side – still a marvel
to look at even when limp.

She
reached her hand to touch his irresistible big tool, but Kenrick moved away.

"Bitches
get it only once in their lifetime."

W-h-a-t!
What was that again?

Addie
could not believe what she'd just heard. Did Kenrick actually say it?

"Yes,
you heard me right, bitch."

His
voice was even, he was calm. It was the simplest sentence he had ever spoken.
And he meant it.

Addie's
jaw dropped.

"They
all want to touch it once more," the prince said, getting into his
drawers.

"But
so sorry, my sweet. That's when I dump them, drag them off my four-poster bed.
Got it, you cunt?"

"Kenrick,
I…"

"Kenrick?"

He
gave a vicious look, his nostrils flaring.

"It's
'His Royal Highness Prince Kenrick Royce', in case you forgot, slut. Forgot all
your manners, have you, you whore?"

Addie
hung her head. She could not determine if this was real or if it was a dream. Was
this the same Kenrick, the one she loved, the one she'd wanted to take her
virginity?

"Sorry,
I guess you can't be a whore," came his voice.

"Because
looks like you said the truth. See that."

He
pointed to a spot on the sofa. There were a few drops of blood, dark, fresh and
gleaming.

"You
were indeed a virgin, thank you for that. I dig tearing virgins apart."

He
was dressed up and ready to leave. He saw Addie's clothes still scattered all
over the place. As he walked, he used his feet to gather them together. Then he
picked it all up.

"Now,"
he said, looking at her point-blank.

"Get
the fuck out of here."

He
threw the bundle of clothes in her face.