Royal Rock:A Bad Boy Royal Romance(69)

My heart began to beat fast. I knew what happened next. I knew what he  wanted, and I knew I wanted it just as much, even if there were a  million reasons not to.

Forgetting about all of that, forgetting about the men that attacked us  in the alley, about the pirates and my father, I began to grind my hips  against him.

"Are you sure you want to start this, sis?" he whispered in my ear.

I gasped as his hand found my breast and then tipped my chin back toward him.

"Yes," I said.

His mouth found mine, kissing me deeply, as I reached back and found his  cock, already stiffening. I began to stroke him through his thin gym  shorts, rubbing his length up and down as his hand explored me in  return.

Finally, agonizingly slowly, his fingers slipped below my panties and  found my clit. I hadn't realized how soaking wet I was until he began to  slowly slick around my clit, his fingers moving in blindingly  pleasurable circles around me.

I could hardly take it. I moved my mouth away from his and gasped in  some air as he pushed against me harder and began to work me more  frantically. I wanted to speak, to tell him to keep going, beg him to  fuck me, but he was already in control. His arms wrapped around me and  worked my clit, alternating between there and pistoning inside me.







I was a writhing, mindless mess, but I didn't care. Somewhere in the  back of my head, I knew logically that I needed to be quiet, that our  parents might hear us, but that didn't seem to matter to me. Not in the  state I was in, the state Nate put me in. I couldn't control what came  out of my mouth any more than I could control my SEAL stepbrother's  powerful arms and hands.

"Let's see what we're working with," he grunted suddenly. He grabbed my  hips, pulling them up into the air, as he knelt behind me.

"Nathan!" I gasped, my pussy up in the air, exposed.

"Perfect. Look at this." I suddenly felt his mouth and tongue begin to explore me from behind.

"Oh my god, Nate," I moaned, half embarrassed but loving it.

"You've got such a delicious little pussy," he said. His hands were  strong on my hips as his tongue explored me, flicking deep inside my  pussy and then up along my length, exploring my folds. His lips and  teeth did more work, too, sucking and rubbing me with incredible  accuracy.

All I could do was spread my legs farther for him and grab onto the  sheets, my face in a pillow. I moaned as loudly as I wanted there with  my mouth against the fabric, the noise stifled. I was glad for that,  because I knew I was being loud, but Nate didn't care. He was licking  and sucking every inch of me, eating my pussy from behind like a maniac.

Suddenly he was gone, and I looked over my shoulder, confused. He leaned  back toward the jeans he'd left on the floor and pulled a condom from  his pocket.

"Stay there, babe," he said.

I stared at him, wide-eyed, as he pulled off his shorts and shirt. His  cock was stiff and huge, almost as if it got bigger every time I saw  him. He ripped open the foil and rolled the condom down his length.

"I've been staring at this ass ever since we met," he said.

"Do you like it?" I asked shyly, wanting to play along.

"Goddamn right I do." He knelt down behind me, pulling my hips against  him. I could feel his hard dick below my pussy, rubbing up against me,  and I moved my hips a bit.

He pulled my hair, forcing me back and up. He pulled the T-shirt over my  head and grabbed my breasts. I moaned as his fingers found my clit  again and tipped my chin back, kissing him, my ass against his ripped  stomach.

He worked and kissed me like that for half a minute and then pushed me  back forward. I felt light and free, but also overwhelmed with pleasure  and desire. My heart was hammering in my chest, and the clean rush of  deep animal desire filled my body. My pussy was dripping wet for him,  and I needed him to push himself deep inside me.

"Hold on tight," he whispered. "I'm going to fuck you rough. I'm not going to be nice."

"Have you ever been nice?"

"I was gentle with you last time, babe, but you're not a virgin anymore."

I felt the tip of his cock press against my moist pussy. I gripped onto  the sheets, needing it, wanting it so badly. I wanted him to show me how  a real man fucked.

"Be a good girl and take my cock," he whispered in my ear.

"Yes, Nate." I moved my hips back and he guided his dick slowly inside me.

The biting pain was there again, but softer, duller than the last time.  It was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure that flooded through me as he  began to rock his hips in and out, our bodies working together.

His cock pumped into me like a piston, working my core, and his hands  reached around my hips to find my clit. I gripped the sheets again as he  fucked me, rocking deep and deeper. I loved the slap of his body  against my ass as he began to fuck me harder, his strong hands gripping  my hips, pulling me back against him.

I could feel his sweat and my own as we worked into a rhythm, our bodies  moving together, his strong hands working my hips, slamming me back  against his cock, taking the lead. I could only follow him, twist and  work my ass as his dick thrust deep into me. Pleasure wracked my core,  rolling ecstasy up my spine and into my skull. My mouth hung open as I  moaned, unable to control anything I did.

His hands grabbed my breasts and then took my hair and pulled it back. I gasped and moaned louder, my voice filling the room.

"Is this what you've wanted?" he whispered into my ear. "To take it like this? Your stepbrother's cock?"

"Yes, oh shit yes. It's what I want."

"Your tight pussy is driving me insane, you know that? Your hot-as-fuck  ass working your cunt along my big dick makes me want to come deep  inside you."

"Fuck. Fill me up. Do what you want."

I could practically hear him grin. "Do what I want?"

"I'm yours. My body is yours."







"I want to slam this pussy deep until the only thing you can think about  is my cock. I want you to come for me like the dirty girl you are."

He began to fuck me deeper and harder again, holding onto my hair. I  took him, rolling my hips, feeling the immense pleasure of his thickness  filling my every inch.

"You dirty girl," he grunted, "wanting to let your stepbrother fuck you like this."

Then he pulled out and grabbed me, yanking me over and on top of him. He  practically lifted me into the air and then slowly slid me down onto  him. I put my hands on his muscular chest, covering his tattoos, as he  pushed his hips up and slipped himself deep into me.

"Now I want you to ride your big brother," he whispered, "and come nice and hard."

I couldn't respond, because he was too busy yanking my hips back and  forth, working my tight pussy with his cock. He thrust deep into me and I  lost my mind. I began to work my hips, riding him up and down and in  sweet, incredible circles. I pretended like we were dancing again and  worked my hips like that, rolling and bucking, taking his thick cock  deep inside me.

All the while his delicious lips looked up at me, kissing my neck,  biting my nipples, his hands grabbing my ass and slapping it. The  pleasure was too much, all mixing in incredible waves. I worked and  worked, riding and moving, my hips a swirling mass of pleasure and more  pleasure. Each new dip was a new sensation, one I'd never dreamed of  before.

"That's it. Take my cock," he whispered. "Come on my fat dick. Be the dirty girl you know you are."

I could feel it building. I could feel it deep inside my core.

"Use that tight little pussy. Work my dick, girl," he grunted.

I kept moving, my hips finding the right pace and the right spot. My  mouth hung open, and he must have known I was getting there.

"That's it, girl," he grunted. "Work those hips. Take that big dick like  the hungry, bad girl you are. You're starving to come on this cock."

As he talked dirty and I moved my hips, riding his thick cock, I felt it  crest. The orgasm washed over me in sweet waves of blinding, buzzing  pleasure. I felt like I was going to pass out as I kept working, my  whole body shaking, the muscles in my back completely taut.

Finally I began to come back down. I collapsed into him, and he wrapped his strong arms around my sweat-soaked body.

"Good girl," he whispered in my ear. "I love to watch you come. Puts fucking fire in my veins."

"It's your turn," I said back, the first coherent words I'd said in awhile.

"Damn right it is." He pushed me off him and grinned wickedly. "Back on all fours."

I obeyed, my heart pounding. I wanted to make him come, wanted to make him happy.

He grabbed my hips and pushed his cock back deep inside me. "I'm not  going to be nice or gentle. I'm going to fuck you rough and raw until I  come deep inside you."

"Yes, please," I gasped as he began to fuck me.

He wasn't lying. He fucked me hard and fast, his savage cock working  into my tight pussy. He was an animal needing exactly what I had, his  strong body taut and tight, pumping and thrusting. I held on as he  worked me, pleasure flying through me, and I wanted to make him come. I  wanted to take every drop in my pussy, wanted to make him feel the same  orgasm I'd just felt. I worked my hips and moaned, wanting him to come,  needing him to come.