Finding His Princess

I don’t even know her name, but I swear I’ll find her and claim her as mine. Ten seconds. That’s how long it took for me to decide that this early-morning diner waitress was going to be the next lucky girl to hop onto my princely d*ck. Yeah, I was hungover as f*ck and still wearing last night’s tuxedo, but that’s never exactly been a problem. Most of the time I don’t even have to ask. His Royal Hardness has a reputation that precedes the rest of me, though not by much -- and girls from all over