Prince Albert: A Billionaire Stepbrother Romance Read online

  In the sensation of that damn pony tail swishing against my leg as she moves.

  "Fuck, Albie," she says, her hands stroking my balls as she rides me.

  And then even that hot pink tail isn’t funny anymore. "Do you feel that, luv? How ready I am for you?" I ask, my voice tight as her touch sends waves of heat rushing through my body.

  "Oh God, yes," she gasps. "I want to feel you come inside me, Albie. I want all of you in me."

  "Not yet, luv," I say, my voice strained. "I want to feel you come on me first."

  She looks at me with heavy eyes, desire contorting her features as she grinds against me. "Can I?"

  "Tell me how good it feels to be riding my cock again," I order.

  She moans. "I missed your cock," she says. "I felt empty without you."

  "Tell me how good it feels with this inside you," I say, sliding my hand around to press the plug against her ass.

  Belle groans, grinding her clit against me harder, losing her rhythm as she rides me, her movements no longer controlled but erratic. "It feels so good to be filled up," she says, her words punctuated by short gasps for breath.

  "Your pussy is so swollen and wet," I say softly. "I can tell you want to come, my love."

  "Please," she whimpers.

  "Come with me."

  She throws her head back, saying she loves me and crying out my name as she comes with a vengeance. The moment her orgasm begins to rip through her body, it triggers mine. My balls clench and I let go.

  CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

  Belle

  I lay on my side, my head tucked into the crook of Albie's arm, the way I've gotten comfortable, my finger tracing lazy circles on his chest. "Can we stay like this forever?" I ask.

  "Hole up in this hotel and live on room service?" Albie asks. "I think that can be arranged."

  "It's like your own private kingdom."

  "I’ll be the master of my hotel room," Albie says.

  "Is your father going to disown you?" I ask.

  Albie pushes my hair away from my forehead, his touch gentle. "No," he says. "He asked if I loved you, you know. I went to tell him and your mother, before I left."

  "Did he flip out?" I ask.

  And the better question: Did my mother flip out?

  "He doesn't know we're here exactly," Albie says, chuckling. "But he asked if I was in love with you and I said yes."

  "That’s it?”

  "He said he was young and headstrong and stubborn once, too," Albie says.

  "When he was with your mother.”

  "It was his way of giving us his blessing."

  "You know that my mother is not going to give us her blessing," I note.

  "No more talk about our parents or tabloids or scandal or the paparazzi standing outside the hotel downstairs or –"

  "There are photographers outside?" I squeal.

  "We just caused a rather large scandal, you know,” he says, tilting my chin up to bring my lips to his.

  Then I don’t care about the scandal. I don’t care what his father or my mother think.

  I don’t care that he’s royalty.

  I only care about this moment with him.

  Albie rolls me over, pinning me underneath him, his hands pulling mine over my head. “No more talk,” he says, pressing his hardness against my leg. “Unless it’s you telling me you’re mine.”

  “I am,” I whisper. “I’m yours.”

  He kisses me with bruising intensity, his tongue finding mine. He kisses me like he possesses me. He kisses me like he owns me.

  And I like it.

  I want to be his.

  Pinning my hands over my head with one hand, he uses the other to roam my body, marking me with his touch. The heat from his palm flows through my skin, sending pleasure through my body to my core.

  “All of you, Belle,” he whispers, turning me over onto my stomach before I even know what he’s doing. His hand runs down my back and over my rear, and I know what he’s doing.

  The anticipation of it makes me wet.

  Every cell in my body feels awake, on edge, with the knowledge of how exactly he wants to claim me.

  He palms my ass cheek, before pulling back his hand and returning it to my rear with a loud smack.

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “I want you on your knees, Belle,” he says, bringing his hand down on my ass cheek again. The slap brings tears to my eyes, but only for a moment before I rise to my hands and knees and his fingers find their way between my legs. “You’re so fucking wet again. You love being spanked, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” I barely choke out the word, but not because I’m in pain. It’s because I’m so aroused. And the thought of having his cock in my ass again, of giving myself to him in every way including that one, only makes it more intense.

  “Do you trust me, luv?” he asks, his fingers stroking my pussy lips but not entering me, only teasing me.

  “I trust you,” I whisper.

  “Good,” he says, standing up and walking away. “I want you to touch yourself while you wait for me.”

  I mutely obey, touching myself as I look over my shoulder to watch him open the box of sex toys he’d brought. He turns around with the gold dildo in his hands. “Have you used this on yourself yet, luv?”

  Arousal rushes through me at the sight of it. “No,” I answer honestly.

  “Did you think about it?”

  “Yes.” I thought about using it. I thought about pressing it against my entrance, thrusting it inside while picturing Albie’s cock inside me.

  That was before I’d had the real thing.

  “I want your ass, Belle,” he says, walking toward me. “Do you trust me completely?”

  “Yes.” The word comes out breathy as my fingers move more quickly over my clit.

  He presses the tip of the dildo against my pussy. “Do you know what’s special about this being gold, Belle?” he asks, as the head of the cock enters me.

  “No,” I moan. The initial shock of the cool metal against my skin gives way as he enters me, heat rushing through me.

  “Metal conducts heat,” he whispers, thrusting it inside me. He’s right. It warms almost immediately, the sensation different from anything I’ve ever felt before. "It vibrates, you know."

  “Oh my God,” I gasp, as he turns it on.

  “But you’re not going to come, luv,” he says. “You’re not going to come from that. Not until I say you can, do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Not until I’m inside you completely,” he says, unwrapping a condom. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Reach between your legs, luv,” he says, and I replace my hand with his, holding the dildo in place. “I’m going to leave the piercing in.”

  “Oh fuck.” I don’t realize I’ve spoken the words aloud until I hear Albie chuckle, the sound low in his throat.

  “Do you trust me, luv?” he asks, as he applies a healthy amount of lube to his cock. Behind me, he caresses my ass, and my heart races in anticipation of what he’s going to do.

  “I trust you.” My breath hitches in my throat. We’ve done this before, but not with his piercing, and not like this – on my hands and knees, giving him even more control, the ability to fuck me as deep and as hard as he wants.

  “Good,” he says. The tip of his cock presses against my ass. I can still feel the piercing through the condom as he begins to enter me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks. “Bend down, Belle. Keep fucking yourself, and raise your ass in the air for me.”

  The way he talks is so filthy.

  The things he does to me are so dirty.

  My fingers pressing the dildo into my pussy, I lower myself to the bed. My face presses against the sheets, my ass in the air. This is the most vulnerable I’ve ever felt, the most naked. The most exposed.

  He talks to me as he enters me, his hands caressing the flesh of my ass as he works his cock gently inside me. I wince at the flash of pain