“Ah, Derek, fuck me harder!”

I grab the slut’s hair and wrap it around my fist, yanking her head back. She screams out, more words falling from her swollen lips as she tells me just how fucking good my dick feels.

Like I don’t know.

I shove her further down into the seat of the limo and grab her ass, pulling it roughly against me as I pound into her from behind.

“You like that? You want more of this cock?” The sound of slick skin slapping almost drowns out her muffled praise.

Doesn’t matter. I know exactly what she’s saying. She’s fucking grateful to have my cock buried so deep inside her she won’t be able to sit for a fucking week.

I mean, who wouldn’t be?

I’m Derek Fucking Van Windsor, Crown Prince of St. Albans. And right now I’m cruising down 5th Avenue like the royalty I am, using this girl to get my dick wet as the lights of the city flash through the blacked out windows of the limo.

“Yes,” she moans. “Gonna cum.”

Damn right she is. I don’t have a reputation as the prince with a magic cock for nothing. Chicks beg for a piece of this. And not a single one leaves unsatisfied.

I reach around and grab her tits, squeezing them as her pussy grips me. Her moans fill the limo, and I fuck her harder, letting her convulsing pussy soak me in wet heat until I’m pouring hot, streaming jets of cum inside her.

I groan out my release, then smack her ass and push her off my cock.

“You’re a good fuck, uh, baby,” I say as I pull out and remove the condom. So I forgot her name. So what? Fuck, I may not have gotten her name in the first place. It’s not like I have to work hard to get the hottest chicks in the world begging for a piece of me.

They’re all more than happy to hop on for a ride. And I’m happy to oblige.

I turn and settle back into the seat of the limo, not bothering to put my cock away. What’s the point? I’ll just be using it again in a few minutes.

Whatever-her-name-is crawls up on the seat beside me, pulling her skirt down over her ass, and snuggles in close to my chest.

I arch an eyebrow but don’t say anything as I push a button and the window slides down. With the flick of my wrist, I toss the condom out, laughing when it hits the front windshield of the car behind us.

“Oh my God, Derek,” the chick giggles. “That’s a cop car.”

I shrug, but my lips curve up in a mischievous smirk when I glance back. My cum is streaming and dripping all down the cop’s windshield. And he can’t do shit about it thanks to the diplomatic plates on my limo.

Fucker probably wishes he were me right now, getting pussy rolling down the road. Just a day in the life.

I lean forward to fill a glass with a finger of Scotch, jostling the chick off me, and then settle back to bask in the perfection of my life.

Who wouldn’t want to be me? I’m sexy as hell, have a fucking twelve-inch cock that gives mind-blowing orgasms, and as the prince of my own kingdom, I’m richer than God.

A different pussy on my cock every night, often more than one. Free to do whatever the fuck I want. Yeah, couldn’t ask for more.

Except maybe some time. My father, the king, has been bugging me even more than usual lately. Some bullshit about it being time for me to come home, take my rightful place, blah blah blah. What the fuck ever. I’m not ready. So much pussy, so little time.

I have the rest of my life to deal with the responsibility I’m not sure I want. Well, the marriage part, at least.

Yeah, you heard me right. Derek Van Windsor, Prince of St. Albans, has to settle down and get married. At least if I want to claim my kingdom one day. One day being the key word.

I toss back my Scotch as thoughts of my father’s increasingly frequent calls try to kill the post-fuck buzz I have going. Like I said. Bullshit.

Time for round two. I grab the chick by the ass and settle her over my cock, her bare pussy rubbing against me, so hot and so fucking wet, getting me hard all over again.

I’m ready to spear her with my pole, but my face twists in annoyance when she starts pawing at me like a fucking animal, her greedy hands bordering on desperate.

Fuck. Why can’t I find a chick who doesn’t make me want to toss her out on her ass as soon as I’m finished with her? They’re all so fucking needy. Acting like it’s more than just a quick bone.

“Oh, Princey-Poo, you make me so happy. I can’t wait to spend the rest of the night making you feel so, so good.”

I roll my eyes at her gooey voice. It’s fucking ridiculous.

“I’m going to treat your little peeper so good,” she giggles. “We’re going to be so happy together.”

Little peeper? Fucking hell. Is she for real? There's not a damn thing little about me.

She nuzzles up against my neck, and I try to ignore how much she’s trying my patience. Because my cock is really enjoying the way her cunt feels rubbing on it.

“Mmm,” she continues, making me wish she’d shut the fuck up, “then in the morning, after we’ve fucked all night, we can have brunch, and then we can—”

I don’t even hear what she says next. Brunch? Oh, hell no. This has suddenly veered into dangerous territory. I’m down with fucking her all night, but when I’m done? She has to go.

I push her off my lap, and her pout that made me want her lips wrapped around my cock earlier now just makes me sneer.

“What’s the matter, Princey-Poo?”

“Okay, we’re done here.” Nicknames and cuddling and morning after shit? Hell fucking no.

I push the button to roll down the divider between us, and the driver. “Stop the limo,” I demand.

“What’s wrong?” Confusion is all over her face, but I don’t give a flying fuck. I’m so done.

“Out,” I say as soon as the limo jerks to a stop. I don’t even offer an explanation. I just push her toward the door. “Thanks for the fuck.” I’m not even sure I mean it.

I slam the door shut after she stumbles out, then gesture for the driver to roll, not even caring she’s standing on the curb with her mouth gaping.

He hits the gas. “Where to?”

Somewhere I know the girls aren’t looking to sink their claws into me. Where I can have a good time and leave it at the door.

“Take me to the best strip club in town.”