“Forever, my Hollywood King,” I reply, looking him right in the eyes so that he knows how serious I am. His eyes widen, and he nods. I close my eyes for a split second and take a deep, calming breath. As soon as I open my eyes, he slams into me, ripping through my cherry. It hurts so good. I cling to him, burying my face in the crook of his neck to hide my tears. Not tears of pain, but of wonderment.
I never thought in a million years something like this would ever happen to me.
Never.
Chapter Five
I meant to go to bed. I swear I did. I was going to leave her alone, give her time to get used to me, but I couldn’t do it. I was too weak for her. Then she opened the door just as I was about to knock on it. She was coming to me. My queen was coming to me. Now, I am buried inside of her, owning her. Her plush body feels like heaven underneath me. She moves with me as I take her. I have never felt anything so good. I pull out of her and look down. Her blood on my dick makes my blood boil. She’s really mine. All mine.
“Adam, please. I need more, please,” she begs, making me slam back into her. She squeals in delight as I fuck her. Her pussy pulses on my dick, squeezing me. Her nails rake down my back as she wraps her legs around my waist. I fuck into her harder and harder. Over and over, I drive my cock as far into her as I can. Reaching between us, I rub her clit until she comes. Then I fill her with my seed. There’s so fucking much of it, I pull out and paint her tits and belly with my seed too. Marking her like a caveman. She’s my masterpiece, my muse, and, not surprisingly, my everything. I rub my come into her skin before moving to lie beside her.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” she asks, clutching my forearm tightly. As if I could leave after that. If I have my way, she’ll never leave my side.
“Hell no, baby. You are stuck with me.”
“Good,” she says, snuggling into my chest. Her cheeks are wet.
“Are you crying?” I ask, concerned as hell that I’ve hurt her, which is the very last thing I want to do to her.
“I was, but they are happy tears, I swear.” Happy tears? Should I push for more information? “I swear, I’m fine, Adam. More than fine,” she says, alleviating some of my concerns but not all. I’ll have to be gentle with her next time.
“Get some sleep,” I say, pulling the covers over us. We should shower, but we can do that later. I need to hold her in my arms and breathe her in. It’s hard to believe that she’s finally mine.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course, you can ask me anything,” I respond.
“How long?” she asks, surprising me.
“How long for what?” I ask, even though I know exactly what she means.
“How long did you wait for me?”
“Eleven years. Eleven long years.”
“Eleven years?” she asks, sitting up. “Why?”
“I told you. I saw you in a movie and I knew you were mine. It’s as simple as that. I became an actor so that I could meet you.”
“Did you write this movie for me?”
“Yes,” I answer honestly.
“I knew it. It was was my first offer-only part. I’ve always had to audition.”
“Everything I’ve done since I was eleven years old was for you, Evie. Everything.”
“Thank you,” she says, kissing me.
“For what?” I ask as she settles back down on my chest.
“For seeing me.”
“Everyone sees you, Evie.”
“No they don’t. They see my last name. My family. No one has ever seen me for me. I’m literally referred to as the chubby one or worse a pawg.”
“What the fuck is a pawg?” I ask, a hundred percent sure the definition will piss me off.
“A phat ass white girl. It’s mostly for porn, I think, but I think the term carries over to any big girl.”
“You’re not big, baby. You’re fucking perfection and you’re all mine, remember?”
“I remember. I’ll never forget as long as I live.”
“Good girl. Now sleep. Tomorrow is a big day for both of us.”
She kisses my chest a few times as I drift off, knowing she’s mine forever.
When I open my eyes again, the sun is streaming in, and I’m alone in her bed. I hear the door open, and she walks in, carrying two cups of coffee.
“Morning,” I say, throwing the blankets off of me.
“Good morning,” she says, smiling brightly. She’s wearing tight yoga pants and a workout tank top along with leopard-printed sneakers.
“You’re up early.”
“I know. I’ve showered and walked over to West Broadway for coffee. Dottie said that’s were everything is. The Bean Brew Cafe is a remodled firehouse. It was so cute inside.”