A STELLAR AFFAIR (A Hollywood Bad Boy Romance) (9 page)

Hearing her beg for him to take her
nearly snapped all his self-control.
 

Wes couldn’t remember doing
so much to get in a woman’s panties before. He had to make her relax first, then
 
make her laugh, then he had to massage her feet to get her in the mood. Not that he wasn’t enjoying her smiles and laughter. He was sucking it all in like a starving man all night. The sound of her laughter was simply magic to his ears he could listen to it all night, but he’d like to listen to her moan his name, too. That was a need more urgent now than anything else.

He’d been fluctuating from semi-hard to rock hard tonight but he was ready to bust his fly the moment he touched her feet. It was all he could do not to lick and suck her toes like a maniac the moment she’d allowed him to lay his hands on her. Jesus H,
 
he wanted to yank her forward, spread her legs wide and dive between them right then and there.
 

Playing it cool was hard with his rampaging monster waiting to be unleashed into the jungle to look for game, but he had to keep a tight lid on his self-control. This was Ava Ryder, not some wild socialite he’d picked up from a night of carousing at a bar or one of his usual starlet booty calls who could take it straight up without preliminaries.

But now, as he kissed her lips, plundering the honey within her mouth, he let the wildness in him take over. God, she was intoxicatingly sweet. He couldn’t get enough of her lips but he needed to taste the other parts of her he was dying to taste.
 

He palmed her pussy. He hissed a curse when he discovered her panties to be soaked. “Oh baby,” he murmured, feeling like his skull would explode from wanting her.
 

He massaged her luscious cleft through the thin fabric, locating her clit. She moaned against his lips, her hips jerking. He slid his fingers inside the silk and encountered wet, wet softness. “My god, baby…!” He’d never felt pussy this wet.

He explored her, slowly gliding his digits on her pliant folds. She felt like a melting pot of soft and hot and sweet. He stared at her face as he plucked her clit. He’d been called a pussy whisperer by his ex-lovers and he’d earned that moniker from active duty.

“Oh Wes….oh god…” she mewed, rolling her hips in tandem with the movement of his fingers. She was a river of cream on his fingers. He could swim in this. She’d feel so good around his cock, for sure. But he knew his size. He had to prepare her for his entry. He didn’t want to damage this beautiful pussy.

He found her opening and rimmed it. He gently pushed a finger inside her.

She gasped, her nails digging onto his shoulders.

A feral sound escaped his throat. He’d been into a lot of holes and this was by far the tightest he’d explored. No way could she take his cock like this. But the thought was simply inconceivable at this point. She HAD to take his cock.
 

He inserted another finger. She gasped again, a pained sound this time.

“Babe, has it been long since your last…?”

She clung to his shoulders and made an unintelligible sound.

His thumb massaged her clit to alleviate her discomfort. His fingers could barely fit in her and she was clenching around his digits like she would suck them in and grind them to pulp. He could imagine the pleasure of such contractions around his cock.

He pushed deeper and met resistance but she was clenching around his fingers too tightly, preventing him from plunging them all the way in.

“Babe, relax…you’re so tense.”

“Wes, please…please!” She was clutching at his vest hard, nearly ripping it.

“What, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Make me cum. Make me cum!”

“Ah shit.” He pulled his fingers from her pussy and dragged her by the hips to the edge of the sofa. He knelt on the floor and removed her panties.

The sight of her bare pussy nearly made him spill. She was smooth, except for a tiny strip of trimmed pubes on top of her mound. Such a beautiful, delicious-looking pussy. Her clit was a fat, little button peeking at him from its hood, begging to be licked and sucked.

He slammed his face into paradise.

Her taste consumed him immediately. He licked her slit, lapping at her deliciousness with the pad of his tongue, sucking all parts he could at once. He opened her juicy lips wider to fully reveal her clit. So mouthwateringly pretty! This was the center of her pleasure and he would love it all night. He strummed it with his fingers then flicked his tongue on it in a steady rhythm.

“Wes, oh oh oh oh!”

Her gasps and moans told him she was climbing fast toward her peak. He would give her this first orgasm. Her pleasure was paramount.
 

Her juices flowed abundantly and he caught them in his tongue, loving her essence, addicted to it already. He would be licking cream a lot in the coming days, for sure.

Her hips ground frantically against his face, her fingers tight in his hair, her breathing, a cross between a sob and desperate gasps for life.

So beautiful. So mine. MINE! I’m gonna make her come so hard over and over tonight she’d have a fixation on my tongue, fingers and cock as the only instruments who can pull her trigger. Carve that like a damn covenant on the rock about to bust my fly.

He tongue-fucked her hole and sucked her clit relentlessly until she was screaming his name like her life depended on it.
 
“Wes, Wes, Weeee—sss!”

She came apart in his arms, shuddering, grinding her hips in wild abandon against his marauding mouth. Her clit pulsed hard against his tongue as her orgasm ripped through her. He stopped moving and just pressed his lips hard on her clit to absorb the little shocks of her ecstasy. Her entire pussy was spasming against his lips and he drank it all in, sucking her orgasmic juices to the last drop.
 

Fuck, he hurt. His balls were full, so fucking full it hurt like a motherfucker now.

He had to unload everything inside her sweet pussy.

There was no other place for his cum but there.

He lifted her in his arms. “Where’s your room?”

“Hunh..?” she moaned weakly, still dazed.

“Your room baby. I don’t want any of your bodyguards rushing in here to check why you’re screaming.”

She giggled. “Second floor. The elevator’s over there.” She pointed to the left, barely lifting her arm.

He rushed toward the elevator.

She nuzzled the column of his neck like a lazy cat then sucked the flesh near his jugular.
 

He was one pulsing mass of arousal, dripping inside his pants he could barely walk and think straight as he entered the lift. “Press 2,” he told her.

She did his bidding. Then she was licking his lips again, nipping. “I want your cock.”

He groaned, shaking inside. “Jesus, Ava, you’re killing me.”

“Hurry!”

The elevator dinged. The doors opened into a little lobby. “Where?”

“There.” She pointed to a hallway.

“I wanna drop you on the floor and bang the shit out of you right here.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Because I wanna fuck you properly, Ava Ryder. On a bed.”

“I haven’t pegged you to be a gentleman, bad boy.”

“Only with you, baby. Only with you.”

“That’s my room.”
 

He stopped in front of a big door at the end of the hallway and nearly kicked the door down but she reached out to open it. The room was semi-dark except for the streaks of light coming from the lamps outside the windows.

“Where are the damn switches?”

“Lights!” she said aloud and the room slowly took shape. It was huge, resembling a chairman’s suite in some grand hotel. “Neat. I could live here but where the fuck is your bed?”

“Beyond that arch.”

He kicked the door closed and practically ran to the archway. The bed was a huge four-poster in the middle of the smaller room.

He covered the distance in a few big steps and dropped her on the white sheets.

She opened her legs for him.

C
hapter
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ix

He went at his fly,
cussing the tightness of his pants.

Ava helped him with his tunic, unbuttoning rows of engraved metal nubs. He growled and gave it an impatient tug, roughly taking it off and throwing it aside.
 

Solid slabs of muscle defined his pecs, his famous chest that had probably made silver screens smoke up from heat evaporating from hyperventilating female bodies. It was one thing to ogle him from the screen, it was another to see him in the flesh and touch him for real.
 

His abs, holy shit! Did he sleep in the gym? He was solid. Built like a truck. His strength rippled in the ridges and bulges of firm, smooth muscles delineating his magnificent body.

She barely had time to admire his impressive physique when his cock reared out of confinement as he kicked his leather jeans away.
 

She stared, her breath caught in her throat. She was dazed from the champagne and still flushed from her orgasm but her insides clenched in renewed hunger as she stared at his cock in awe and growing apprehension.

She couldn’t possibly take him.
 

“Wes…” she said his name in alarm despite her growing arousal.

He bent to plant a possessive kiss on her lips. “I know baby, but I’ll make you take me, I promise.” She doubted it. That cock will surely rip her in two!

“I’ll make you feel so good, make you come around my cock again and again. But first, let me come, sweetheart. I’m dying. I need to fill you with every inch of me.”

The desperate need in his voice melted her fear a bit.

He knelt on the bed and pushed her legs to her chests, higher, until her ass left the mattress. “Hot damn baby, you’re so pretty here.”

His face descended between her ass cheeks. She gasped, feeling scalded.

His tongue swirled between them, rimming her—
 
“Oh my god!”

She squirmed and bucked her hips but he held her firmly, and she lay there, her insides liquefying with the most exquisite sensations as he touched her in that most intimate place she’d never even dreamed of touching for pleasure. It was out of this world scandalous but dear lord, it felt so good! So
 
damn good!
 

Her legs dropped to the sides of her chest, opening herself wider for more. Then he was licking her pussy again like he was going to devour it. Lifting herself on her elbows, she watched him, her inhibitions totally forgotten. Their eyes met and he groaned, the sound sending vibrations through her slick folds that he was lapping up like his last meal on earth.
 

“You taste so good. I’m going to eat this delicious pussy every day. Would you like that, sweetheart?”
 

“Yes! Oh yes! Wes…! Oh please, please, please!”

His tongue was flicking on her clit in a fast rhythm unrelenting rhythm this time, sucking it hard, making her desperate for a second release. She sobbed, her hands, gripping the sheets, the sounds coming from her throat, helpless. There were no words to articulate the pleasure he was giving her.

He suddenly stopped and she whined in protest.
 

“No. You will come around my cock this time.”

He knelt on the bed and gripped his shaft. It looked intimidatingly huge in his hand.

She gulped a breath, scared as shit but she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her, driving that big, bad cock inside her needy pussy.

Pearly beads coated the dome-like crown, dropping some on her quivering belly. “You ready for me, Empress?”

She could only mewl weakly as he dipped and touched their most intimate places for the first time.
 

Hardness met softness.

Hotness met wetness.

She watched unblinking as he pressed the thick ridge of his long cock at her center and slid up and down. It was decadent, the sight of his dark, veined shaft moving between her pink, slippery folds. The pleasure might just kill her any moment now.

“You love watching us fuck you, little voyeur,” he growled, sounding pleased. “There will be plenty of time for that later. I swear I’m gonna make you watch us in a whole lotta ways but right now, I want in. I need in, baby,” he panted.