His free hand went between my legs, his fingers pressing deep inside me. I gasped and moaned as he fucked me like that. He held my hands down as he fucked my pussy, and desire flooded my body, insatiable and intense.
He finally released me and opened a drawer on his nightstand. He took out a condom and tore open the wrapper.
I watched him roll it over his thick cock. When he was finished, he took my legs, spreading them wide.
He slowly pressed his cock against me. I gasped as his hips pushed forward and he was inside me.
I kissed him, my hands digging into his hair. He moved slowly at first, letting me get used to his impressive size and thickness. I took him though, loving his thick cock, loving the way he felt deep inside me.
He began to fuck me. He reached down to the hem of my dress and tore it with one fluid motion.
"Trip!" I gasped.
"I told you. I want to tear this dress from your fucking body." He tore it higher up, making a slit up my side. He pressed it open and his hands found my breasts. He teased my nipples as he continued to fuck me, pushing deeper and deeper inside me, our bodies working and sweating together.
Pleasure rocketed through me. This was what I wanted. Trip was taking me, controlling me. I was his to command for the night, and I was going to do whatever he wanted.
He took my hands and pressed them above my head again, fucking me harder. I took his thick cock deep inside me, letting him slam his impressive cock deep into my soaking pussy. I was so slick and ready for him, I took him so easily, and I could tell I was losing my mind for him.
He pulled back and then grabbed my hips. He pulled me up and turned me effortlessly. He took my hands and put them on the top of the metal headboard and then spread my legs wide. He finished tearing my dress up the side and then pressed his cock deep between my legs.
I moaned, throwing my head back.
"That's right," he said. "Take my fucking cock. Are you mine to do whatever I want with?"
"Yes," I groaned as he slowly fucked my tight pussy from behind.
"There's nothing I love more than seeing this fucking ass take my thick cock," he said as he fucked my pussy. I moaned as he finished tearing the dress off my body and tossed it aside.
I had no clue how much money he had just casually tossed aside like that, but it only made me want it more. I bucked my hips back, riding along his thick cock. He grabbed my hips and began to fuck me, slamming back inside me, making me take him.
He reached forward and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. "You want me to fuck you rough, don't you?" he whispered.
"Yes, please. Fuck me, Trip. Fuck me. I'm so fucking close."
His hand reached around my hips and began to work my clit as he fucked me. I gripped the headboard tighter, rocking my hips back against him.
"That's right. Ride my fucking cock,' he said. I obeyed, slamming my hips back, feeling him sliding deep in and out.
He slapped my ass hard and I moaned. He slapped it again, and it only made me ride him harder. He grabbed my hips and pushed back. Then he pressed me forward. I took my hands off the headboard as he pressed my face into a pillow. I moaned loudly as he fucked me hard, mercilessly and savagely. I took his thick cock, completely out of myself.
"Take your king's cock," he commanded.
"Yes," I gasped. "Fuck me, Your Majesty," I moaned. "Fuck me, Trip."
"Tell me I'm your fucking king," he commanded.
"Trip," I groaned, bucking back against him, so close, so desperate for him. "You're my king. Command me. Do what you want with me."
He grabbed my hips and fucked me harder, and I knew I was going to come. I was moaning with wild abandon, saying his name over and over, telling him that he was my king.
Then the orgasm washed over me. It took me from head to toe like a wave. I could barely control my body as it exploded through me, leaving my toes numb and curling. Trip continued to fuck me, not holding back.
As I came, I heard him grunting his pleasure. His grip on my hips tightened, and I felt him come, his cock coming deep inside my pussy.
Our bodies worked together like that, sweating and intense. I had no clue how much time passed, but I was outside time at that point. Finally, we collapsed side by side on the bed, wet and panting.
"That was perfect," he said to me. "Fuck, Bryce. You're perfect."
I laughed and kissed his lips. "You're just saying that."
"No. I mean it. You're perfect."
I shook my head, smiling. I felt too good, too calm. I'd never felt this way before, not with anyone else. All I wanted to do was stay in his arms in this bed.
It was right. I had been so afraid of this moment, so afraid of giving myself to him despite wanting it so badly. But this was right, and I couldn't deny it.
He wasn't really my king, not exactly. But when I was in his bed, I'd let him command me, because that was exactly what I needed.
18
TRIP
My body was buzzing with calm as I pressed Bryce close against me.
The covers of the bed were a mess, and her torn dress was in a pile on the ground. The memory of her body close against mine came back to me again, the way her skin felt, her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.
I took a deep breath. "I've been needing that," I said.
"Glad I could be of service."
"You always can be of service to your king."
She laughed. "Don't start that."
"Seriously," I said, kissing her, "I've been thinking about that since the moment I first saw you."
"I know. You told me."
"And you slapped me."
"I sure did. I don't regret it one bit."
"Neither do I. That just made me want you more."
She smiled as I gently rolled off the bed, standing up. "I'm going to shower. Want to join me?"
"Actually, do you have something I can wear? It looks as though you destroyed a perfectly nice dress."
"Sorry," I said, grinning. "I can't help myself."
"I can see that."
"You can wear something of mine," I said. "Closet is there." I pointed her to a door next to the bathroom door.
She got out of bed, and I got a nice view of her bare body. I loved the way she moved. I felt my cock stirring again, and I knew we weren't done for the night.
I grabbed her hips and caught her, pulling her against me. I kissed her softly on the neck.
"Already?" she asked, laughing.
"Maybe," I murmured in her ear. "I could be convinced."
She smiled and looked up at me.
Just then, I heard a sound in the other room. It was the door opening and softly shutting.
I cocked my head, my eyes narrowing at the doorway. "Yes?" I called out. "Al? Do you need something?"
There was no immediate response. The hairs on the back of my neck began to tingle, and a bad feeling welled up into my gut.
"What's wrong?" Bryce asked.
I didn't have time to answer. A man appeared in the doorway, his gun out. I could only react, my military training taking over. I grabbed Bryce by the shoulders and shoved her down to the ground near the bed, and I toppled over on top of her.
The man's gun went off once, twice. I felt pain flare up in my shoulder as we hit the ground, putting the bed between us and the attacker.
Bryce screamed.
"Stay down," I said, shoving my hand underneath the mattress. The man was moving, but not fast enough.
I felt the cold steel of the gun I kept there. Ever since I'd joined the military, I slept with a gun, loaded and ready, underneath the mattress. It wasn't exactly safe, but it made me feel better. I wasn't a crazy person, but I did live with a healthy dose of paranoia. Anyone who lived in the public eye had to, and that went double for monarchs.
And I was sure fucking glad I did it, too. I pulled the gun and fired off some shots. The man turned and stumbled backward, firing wildly.
I took better aim and fired again. I caught him in the arm and then the chest. I fired three more times until he fell to the ground.
"Stay," I said to Bryce, walking over to the man. I put another bullet in his head from a distance.
Seconds later, Al burst into the room.
"Your Highness!" he yelled. "What happened?"
"An assassin," I hissed at him. "Al, how the fuck did he get in here?"
Al shook his head, shocked. "Nobody came in or out of the castle today without authorization."
"Where were you?"
"Next door, Your Highness."
I nodded, my jaw tight. I'd forgotten I had relieved him. "You did well getting here so fast, Al."
"Your Highness, you're bleeding."
I checked my shoulder. He was right.
"Surface wound," I said. "He clipped me. Take care of this."
I tossed the gun aside and quickly went to Bryce. She was huddled on the ground next to the bed, her eyes wide.
"It's okay," I said to her. "It's okay. I'm going to get you some clothes and then we'll get out of here. Okay?"
"Who was that man?" she asked.
"An assassin," I said. "This was probably the real plan. The attacks were just a distraction."
"Trip," she said softly, "you saved my life."