Royal Prick(56)

I couldn’t even believe I offered her something like this nor that she would take me up on it. I knew I was baiting her, but I still wanted to see what would happen.

I released her, but not before taking in another deep breath, allowing her scent to filter into my lungs. Once she saw me in the raw— in the roughest form— she would run, and with her everything good about me would go. Our eyes clashed, Noelle’s meeting mine with a challenge. As my hand released from her and trailed down her chest I rubbed against one of her nipples. It was tight and puckered underneath her shirt.

Fuck, she might be scared be she’s turned on, too.

“Whatever you want, Royal.” She started pulling at her clothing. First her skirt, shimmying it down her long toned legs, then slowly with slightly shaky hands she started to pull at the buttons along her shirt. Buttons that held back beautiful, full breasts.

Each button she undid pushed me that much closer to walking over to her, grabbing her by the hips, and slamming her down on my cock. Watching her undress herself was possibly the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed. It’s like she was putting on a private show just for me.

After she got all of the buttons undone she moved at a snail's pace, by pulling her arms out from the sleeves revealing a dark blue bra. I was salivating by the time she removed her shirt.

Then she turned around and started removing the skirt that was still zipped around her tiny waist line. I almost came undone when I realized that not only did her panties match her bra, but it wasn’t just a mere pair of panties she was wearing— instead it was a thong. I could now see her firm, plump ass cheeks with nothing but a string covering her pussy. What kind of self-control did she think I had?

I couldn’t take my eyes off her legs or her ass. God I wanted to spank each cheek until it was ruby red. Once everything was off and I was salivating, as she went and did exactly as I had told her to, she came to a stop right in front of the mirror giving me the most incredible view of her I have ever seen. In the mirror I could see her entire front, completely bare just for me.

Anxious butterflies as well as doubt started to fill my belly at the mere image of taking her in the same way I did all of the others.

Hard. Fast. Raw. That’s the only way I knew how to fuck. Noelle, however, had no idea what she was in for. She should be taken nice and slowly, with soft strokes. I wasn’t soft, and I most definitely wasn’t slow.

I fucked until you bled, and then I fucked some more.

“I can see you’re ready for me.” I didn’t even know the man that voice belonged to. It was far darker than it had ever been. Noelle watched me in the mirror in front of her, as my pointer finger skimmed against the fabric of her bra.

Goose bumps blanketed her soft, supple skin. It deserved to have my marks on it. To be covered in a red haze.

“I told you already, I’m not scared of you, Royal. If you’re trying to scare me it won’t work, not now. I want you. I’m ready for whatever you need from me.” I couldn’t control my emotions as I slipped into someone I didn’t know. Someone I shouldn’t trust with Noelle.

“You think you’re ready for me, Noelle, but you have no idea what I want to do to you right now. Seeing you completely bared to me, and knowing that no one has ever seen or touched you…” I breathed into her ear, my breathing tickling the hair along her ear. I slid my hand down her spine until I reached the top of her ass. A grin pulled at my lips as I pulled my hand back and gave her a quick, firm smack.

“I don’t think you can handle me, baby. But I’ll be the judge of that,” I said before snaking my hand around to her front and then further down until I was a breaths length away from her pure pussy.

“Are you wet for me, Noelle?” I whispered as I slid a finger inside her dripping wet entrance, giving her no warning in doing so.

“AAHHH!” she moaned out in pleasure and pain, her legs shaking as I slipped in and out or her. I forced my movement to slow, allowing myself to gently ease another finger inside of her. My resolve melted to the ground in a heaping mess. I wanted it to be perfect for her, but at the same time I wanted to devour her. Rip her to pieces, and then put her back together.

I wasn’t sure what came over me, or what pushed me over that invisible edge. Maybe it was when she said I want you, or maybe it was when she actually stripped herself bare for me showing me that she was serious. That she was in fact ready for me, and she trusted me enough to know that I wouldn’t hurt her. I wouldn’t let myself take her all the way today, but I could give her another first.

Then I shoved the front of my pants down, releasing my cock as I pulled my fingers out of her pussy. I needed more, so much more. Without warning or thought I pushed against her entrance making sure I didn’t pierce through the imaginary border, instead I was just giving her an idea of my size. Seeing if she could really handle all of me?