Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(70)

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 * 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 * 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 f*cking 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 *, you name it. I probably acted like it at one point and time.