“I thought American girls were loose.” He gasped and exhaled sharply. “I can barely keep the momentum going, you’re so tight.”
“I was recently a virgin.” I choked on my words as I felt him go deep again.
“I can believe that.” He nodded and struggled to keep his rhythm.
Prince Harland was an amazing lover. It was like an athletic display as every muscle flexed while he slammed himself into me. I adjusted to his girth after a few dozen of his hard thrusts and then I was locked in bliss. I didn’t even need an orgasm to feel the electricity surging through me. The energy just flowed from his cock, into my pussy, and then lit sparks against my flesh. Every thrust was divine. He pillaged me, but it was so good that I didn’t care. I just gasped and moaned while he descended on me like a savage chasing his release. The pressure inside me built to the point of no return and I started to shake with the bliss that he created. He kept going, ignoring what was going on beneath him.
“I’m gonna cum!” I started to draw quick breaths, exhaling so fast it felt like I was hyperventilating.
“Guess you don’t know everything about men from the Southern Isles.” He smiled and picked up the pace. “One is just the beginning.”
I thought he was just being arrogant, but the spasms that desperately massaged his cock did nothing to change his rhythm. He kept thrusting as if it didn’t faze him. Within a couple of minutes, I was orgasming for the second time. A few minutes later, the third one threatened to tear my muscles apart. I was spent, feeling weak and weary, but he was still going like an engine that thrived on my climax. The fourth hit me like a sledgehammer. The fifth brought the sledgehammer down onto battered flesh that didn’t feel nothing but the engulfing despair when I realized it wasn’t going to be the last. I didn’t think it was possible to orgasm again, but he kept going, not losing his stride at all.
“How the fuck are you still going.” I muttered and my lips trembled against each other. “Am I not doing it for you?”
“Oh, I can cum anytime I w
ant.” He laughed and kept the rhythm going. “It’s all about the journey, not the destination.”
I lost count of how many times he made my body convulse into an orgasmic fit. My head fell to the side and I could barely move. He started to thrust into me harder and after a dozen of his thunderous thrusts, I felt his cock throb. He threw his head back and roared with a primal growl as he started to pulsate inside me. I didn’t have the energy for another orgasm, but my body didn’t care. He forced it out of me as he started to ejaculate. His pulsation were almost as powerful as the spasms that surged within me when the last one threatened to send me into shock. He fucked my pussy even faster as he blew his load into the condom and when he finally started to withdraw, I thought I was going to sink through the mattress, the floor, and hit the foundation of the hotel before the world stopped spinning.
“And that, fake princess, is how a prince from the Southern Isles does it.” He leaned forward, kissed my sweat covered forehead, and dropped down onto the bed next to me.
I’m just going to lay here for eternity. It’ll take me that long to recover.
I WOKE UP A COUPLE of times in Harland’s arms during the night, but I was still too spent to move. I felt happy just being there with the man that had consumed my fantasies as a teenager. I also felt like the journey to my sexual awakening was complete. I had gone from a timid virgin to a woman that had lost every shred of my innocence, to the literal embodiment of what I once thought the perfect man was. When morning came and I stared at the ceiling, my only thoughts were of Maximo and the others. I didn’t think it was possible for me to desire another man after having a night with Prince Harland. He was a dream brought to life, born from the confident woman Maximo and the others created.
Now I need to go back to them. I did this on my own, without cheating or relying on anyone else. I think I officially won Maximo’s twisted game.
I pushed Prince Harland’s arm off of me and sat up in the bed. He was delicious to look at, even when he was sleeping. As amazing as he was, he wasn’t real life. He was just a moment in time that I would cherish. I was a princess for one night in the arms of a real prince, but I couldn’t exist in that world. I needed Maximo and the others. I needed Simon’s firm hand of discipline. I needed Lenny’s ridiculous outlook on life. I need Dane’s selfless dedication to my pleasure. Most of all, I needed Maximo. I needed to help him get what his grandfather had taken from him with the ridiculous condition on his inheritance.
“You’re awake.” Harland opened his eyes slowly and reached out for me.
“Yeah, I should probably go.” I rolled to the side of the bed.
Before I could put my feet on the floor, there was a loud noise, almost like an explosion. Harland sat up with his eyes shifting back and forth. He leapt from the bed to the floor and grabbed his pants. The noise got louder. I pulled the top sheet from the bed and wrapped it around me. I could tell by the way he moved towards the entrance of the bedroom that it wasn’t expected. The noise got louder and then there was what I could only describe as an explosion. Harland ran into the main part of his suite and I followed behind him. I saw two figures in black enter his room and then I saw something roll across the floor. It stopped a few feet from me and then it started bellowing smoke. It wasn’t just smoke, though. It was something that choked me and made my eyes burn.
“What the fuck?” I heard Harland’s voice but he was gasping for air.
“Get the prince.” A gruff voice echoed through the fog.
“What about the girl?” Another voice spoke with a similar tone.
“Take her, too.” The first voice spoke a second time.
I felt hands on my arms. I struggled, but I was choking, gasping for air, and I couldn’t see very well. I could see an outline of the figures and it looked like they were wearing gas masks, which explained why their voice sounded distorted. I saw Harland’s face for a second through the fog when we got to the entrance of his suite and there was a wound near his right temple. He was knocked out and being carried. I felt something slam into my head as well, and then the fog faded to darkness.
Chapter 15: Maximo
“What the hell is going on?” I woke up to the sound of explosions and then the lights went out.
“Maximo? Uh, something isn’t right.” I heard Simon’s voice from the other room.
“Where’s Lyric? Did she not come back last night?” I walked into the living room and rubbed my eyes.
“No.” Dane shook his head.
“That sounded like TNT or some shit.” The bathroom door opened and Lenny stepped out. “Almost like a bomb. I swear the toilet shook.”