Filthy Rich Vampire Husbands (Filthy Rich 2)

Then she’d start flicking her blonde hair or saying things about her age. “Oh Jayden, I don’t think they’ll keep me in this job much longer, I’m so old and getting wrinkles. I need a surgeon.” I felt forced into saying things like she didn’t, she was fine as she was. Half the reality show women—and a lot of the men—had surgeons anyway and Gabby’s firm tits and toned stomach had not come from hours with a personal trainer. She was too busy. If she was pictured coming out of a gym, she’d done no more than pop to see a client—but she’d dress in her sports kit for when she got papped.

But at eighteen I was starting to notice those tits and those inflated lips and imagined doing things with them when I was home alone.

Then one day she’d visited the house ‘looking for my mother’…

“Sorry, she’s out with Dad. They aren’t due back until this evening.”

Gabby fanned at her face.

“Lord, it’s hot out here today. Any chance you could fix me a water before I head back home?”

“Sure.”

I invited her in and walked into the kitchen to grab her a bottle of water. I poured it into a glass while she hung around behind me. “How come you aren’t out with your friends, Jayden?”

“I don’t party all the time, despite what the press says.”

I passed her the glass of water, and nodded toward the living room. She walked in front of me and sat on the couch, patting the seat next to her. I sat down feeling awkward being so close to her. Her top seemed to have lowered since I’d greeted her at the door and those perfect tits were glistening with a sheen from the heat.

She watched me watching her. I sat back a little feeling foolish that I’d been caught looking.

“Jayden. You’re an adult. I know I’m a lot older and you’re probably not interested, but I don’t mind if you’d like to fool around a little? It’s been a long time since someone made me feel attractive.”

I swallowed, my mouth going dry.

“I can’t. My mother…”

“Doesn’t need to know. Kiss me, Jayden. Touch me. I want you.”

That was all the encouragement I had needed. I kissed her clumsily. Gabby directed me every step, telling me what she wanted, how to touch her.

I couldn’t believe that my hand was inside her panties. My fingers plunged into her wet heat and she was begging me for more. To flick her clit, to pump my fingers inside her. She screamed her first orgasm out as her pussy clamped around my fingers. I felt like I was going to come in my pants and I shifted awkwardly on the couch. Gabby noticed and quickly freed my cock. Grasping her hand around me she brought me off until I came in hot spurts onto her stomach.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, Jayden.”

There she had taken off her clothes and I’d sucked, licked, and touched, every part of her body for hours. She sheathed my cock in a condom and spread her legs wide.

“Fuck me, please.”

I climbed on top of her and pushed my cock deep inside. I knew it was a good length and width, and she thrust her hips up to meet me. “Oh God, you’re huge. You’re filling me up, baby. Fuck me, yes, like that fuck me. Harder, faster!”

It had been the first of many secret rendezvous, and I’d thought I was in love. We were so hungry for each other that w

e started taking stupid risks, and that was where everything came crashing down around me.

The show was riding high in the charts and attention was coming my way in the press. Check out the not-so-little Jayden Bryant now. When did he get so hot? was the kind of headline appearing continually. The script writers talked about setting me up with Cynthia Delaware for the show. Another rich kid, she’d been totally on board with the idea, clambering after her fifteen minutes of fame. But I didn’t want her. I’d fallen in love, or so I’d thought, with Gabby.

One evening, we were at a party in a club for the show. My filming had finished and I saw Gabby was wrapping up her own scenes. I waited for her around the back of the building, sending her a text. I needed inside her, I was desperate.

She walked around but as she came toward me her eyes didn’t hold the sparkle they usually did.

“What’s wrong?”

“This, Jayden. You asking me to meet you around the back of a club. It’s very… teenage. I’m an adult.”

I pulled her toward me, grinding my erection into her. “But I want you. I want you so bad.”

“I met someone, Jayden.”