A STELLAR AFFAIR (A Hollywood Bad Boy Romance) (10 page)

She barely had time to prepare when he pushed his way in.

She cried out, recoiling under him from the stabbing pressure.

He gave out an animalistic groan, gripping her hips to still her movements. “God, you’re so…fucking tight…!”

He was too big and she’d only experienced the penetration of her little fingers but no cock, artificial or real, ever, especially not something as big as the one pushing its way inside her right now. She felt her walls stretch to accommodate him. It didn’t really hurt yet, but she felt too full already and if he moved any deeper, she might split in two. And yet…and yet…the feel of his hot, thick shaft forcing its way into her snug passage made her want more. She wanted him to push deeper…harder….“Wes, please!”

“Easy, easy… relax, baby.…”

He rained gentle kisses on her face. She felt his fingers rubbing her again, tracing the perimeter where he was imbedded halfway inside her. “Jesus, I can’t believe how tight you are. Has it been a while, babe?”

“Uh-hmmmm…”

“Never mind. I don’t wanna know. I’m gonna fuck you so hard and good you’ll think of no other cock in your pussy but mine after this.”

He was stroking her clit again as he started moving his hips, pushing in and out in shallow thrusts, easing his way in, going deeper with every thrusts.

The combination of his fingers rubbing her clit, his thickness stretching her, touching the most sensitive nerves inside of her and his feverish words describing how good she felt around his cock, how tight, how wet, how he loved being inside her, made her go mindless for that release. She was so so close to that peak again…
 

She sobbed and pushed her hips up to take more of him as the pleasure crashed into her. She clawed at his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his hips tightly, wanting all of his length inside her as her pussy spasmed with every blast of exquisite energy releasing from her core.

The moment he felt
her pussy clench rapidly around his cock, he rammed the remaining inches of him all the way inside her. His heavy balls slapped against her soft folds and he had never felt this kind of pleasure his skull might just explode.
 

“Sweet mother of….baby! Ava!”

Her tightness was out of this world. He couldn’t remember having this kind of pussy, one that gripped him like it owned him. And it did. She did. Right now she owned him. All of him. His life depended on this tight, little paradise and he would die of he didn’t come any second now.

 
He swallowed her orgasmic cries with his kisses and started pounding her, his lust completely taking over. She was so wet their joining was making the sexiest sounds of mating, next to her unintelligible words as she was lost in her own high, her pussy clinging to his shaft like a vise as he rammed into her deeper and deeper. He was hung like a bull but she could take him, thank heavenly fuck, because they’d be doing this a lot. A whole lot!

 
He gripped her hips hard and rode her faster, slamming her body up and down the bed, wanting to imprint himself on her from inside out.

His spine tingled, his balls tightened in pleasure-pain. His shaft swelled with every stroke he did.

 
He crossed the point of no return.

It was her beautiful face awash in ecstasy he last saw before he shut his eyes tightly and howled to the moon. The pressure in his loins gave way and his universe exploded. He blasted his seed inside her like it was his last orgasm on earth.

Filling her.

Marking her.

Owning her.

She always slept on her side
and the first thing she noticed when she opened her eyes this morning was the warmth wrapped around her. But it wasn’t a blanket. It was warmer than her favorite blanket and…that warmth was making her body ignite in arousal so early in the morning. The heat swirling between her legs was just about ready to explode.
 

Her eyes fully opened and she slowly looked down her chest.

A muscled arm was wrapped around her chest and a big hand was holding her left breast loosely. A man’s hand!

She froze as comprehension flooded her mind in one rush of breath.

Oh. My. God.

She was in bed with a man. And she was naked. And by the feel of it, she’d had sex.

There was no mistaking the soreness between her legs despite the sweet ache throbbing there right now. She wanted to scream in horror, but she fully remembered who she was with now.

She was in bed with Wesley Stoner. And she wasn’t too drunk last night that she couldn’t remember what happened.

He was insatiable and so was she. She lost count how many times she’d come or how many times he’d taken her. Her sore pussy was the evidence of all the action.

She was afraid to move. Afraid to wake him. What will she say to him?

She brought her hand to cover her mouth to muffle her groan.
 

Oh God, what stupidity have I done?

She lost her virginity last night to Wesley Stoner. Of all people!

She just bit her lower lip. No point in castigating herself for losing her V-card now. Losing one’s virginity only happens once and Wes had been inside her body more than once last night. Meaning, she wanted it from beginning to end.

She inhaled and exhaled slowly to ease the tightness in her chest, careful not to wake him up. What would she do now?
 
It was one of those moments when she was totally clueless of what to do next. Waking up naked with a man spooning her was a first for her. The fact that it was Wesley Stoner, Hollywood’s most notorious bad boy made it worse.

She felt his hand squeeze her boob.

Oh, god, he’s awake!

Then she became aware of something else lodged between them.

His big, hard cock was poking her. And she felt her pussy swelling, secreting juices in anticipation of getting stretched and filled by that thick, long instrument of pleasure he knew how to use so well. He had taken her so thoroughly last night she felt like he was lodged inside her forever and yet she wanted more. He pussy was dying for it again. She wanted to reach behind her and guide him to her entrance and impale herself on him.
 

She was mortified by her wanton thoughts. What happened to her between that drink last night and now? She’d turned into a nymphomaniac overnight!

He groaned and he started rubbing against her from behind. She remained still as his embrace became tighter, pulling her closer to him, positioning her slightly above him in an angle that—

Oh my god…!

She felt him rubbing against her slit. That silky friction… she knew it was the head of his cock connecting with her hot juices. Every nerve ending in her body jumped to life and sizzled.

“Baby, you feel so good…” he breathed in her ear.

He was definitely fully awake now. She should stop him. But he was so hot and hard behind her, seeking her heat, rubbing against her folds and then pushing in, breaching her entrance.

She gasped at the intrusion. Her pussy felt sore from his relentless penetrations last night but the ache in the pit of her belly was so great it would hurt more not to have him inside her in the next second. She gripped the sheets, pushing her hips back so she would absorb more of him.

“Damn, so tight,” he murmured gruffly behind her. “You’ve the tightest pussy, baby.” He splayed his hand flat on her belly and pulled her as he pushed his hips and he slid into her completely, stretching her all the way in. She immediately clamped around him, her walls greedy for his thickness.

He moved her to lie on her stomach, pulling her under him, covering her back with his warm, hard frame. He lifted her hips, his hand snaking between her legs, his fingers, homing in on her clit. “Wes!” she gasped as he began a rubbing rhythm around her clit as he pushed in and out of her. He felt too huge as he expanded her walls to accommodate his size and she’d probably not spend a day without thinking of him inside her like this, feeling him like this.

His fingers worked faster on her clit until she crying out incoherently, climbing fast to the summit, her pussy gripping his cock, milking it with the force of orgasm churning wildly in her depths, ready to explode.

“Yes, squeeze my cock, baby. It’s yours, all yours.”

His other hand mashed her breasts and plucked at her nipples as he thrust in and out of her, dragging his impossibly hard cock all the way to the tip and then ramming it back in harder and faster. The tight, wet friction wrung the coil of pleasure inside her tighter and tighter…

Oh god, she was coming…!

The door crashed open somewhere.

“Av! Wake up! Av!”

Wes cursed behind her.

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The next thing she knew,
she was roughly pushed down under him and she felt the comforter covering her.

“Av! You won’t believe this! You guys are breaking the internet! You gotta—eeeekkk!”

Ava didn’t know what Reena was seeing. She was pinned under the comforter by Wes’ big body and she couldn’t see anything.

“Good morning, Reena,” he drawled lazily.

“W-wes! What are you doing here?!”

“Well…” his voice trailed off.

“Why are you naked in Ava’s bed? Where’s Ava?”

“Uhm…”

“Is that…Is that Ava under the comforter?”

Ava groaned and peeked out of the comforter.

Reena squeaked, her eyes wider than a football stadium in shock. “Girl…?!” was all she managed to say.

“Will you excuse us for a moment, Reena?” Wes said in this oh-so-relaxed manner you’d think he was just strolling around the park, not caught with his dick still inside her by her manager, no less! Oh God, what would Reena think of her now? This was a disaster. Hurricane Katrina level!

Reena turned around abruptly, running for the door. “Of course! Of course! Sorry! I’ll be right outside, Av!”

The door slammed shut.

She tried to scramble from under him but he wouldn’t budge.

“You didn’t lock the door last night!” she said accusingly.

“Baby, I was so horny my only thought was how to fuck you six ways from Sunday,” he drawled and crouched above her again, pushing the comforter aside, exposing their naked bodies in broad daylight.

She shrieked, reality hitting her in heavy doses now. “Let me go!”

“Are you kidding me? I’m about to come and you were close.”

“You can’t be serious! Reena is outside!”

“So?” He began thrusting in and out of her again. Her pussy resumed its enjoyment of his cock but her mind was waging war with her horny body now. “Stop it, Wes!”

“Baby, you can’t mean that…dear fuck, you feel so good.”

“I said stop! This is rape!” she bluffed.

“What the hell, Av?!”

“Get off me or I’ll cry bloody rape!”

He cursed and pulled out of her.

She meant to escape him but he flipped her on her back and straddled her.

“Let go!”

“Shhh!”
 

That shushing sound was so famous and commanding it was already a favorite expression among his legions of fans that even she paid attention. She quit struggling and stared up at him. He looked so big above her, his muscles rippling in the morning light, his tattoos enhancing his physical beauty. Shaggy mane framed his chiseled face, making him look like a wild animal.