Escorting the Actress (The Escort Collection 2)

He gently stopped and pulled me up to him. He ran his hands through my hair and looked at me, his eyes urgent.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too." I leaned over and kissed him, my need for him overpowering.

He grabbed a condom from his pocket of his discarded shorts and handed it to me. I ripped the foil packet open, pinched the tip, and rolled it down his length. He pushed me back onto the bed with a deep, probing kiss that made me moan. He trailed his fingers down to my sex as he kissed my nipples. His fingers circled me, making me arch against his hand. Finally his fingers touched my clit and he rolled it back and forth. Pressure built up inside me. I arched up to him again, greedy for more.

"You looking for something?" he whispered in my ear. I heard the grin in his voice.

All I could do was nod and hope like hell he knew what I needed. Now.

He slid his tip into me, and I groaned. Then he hitched himself in farther, with small thrusts, and my body stretched to accommodate him. His thrusts became harder and deeper, bringing me to the edge already. He put his hand against my hip bone and pulled me against him for every thrust, making my vision go blurry, a scream building up in my throat.

"Come for me, baby."

As soon as he said it, an orgasm ripped through me. I was shaking, screaming his name as I shattered around him.

He fucked me ruthlessly through my orgasm. Then he took my hands and held them over my head. He licked and sucked my nipples between thrusts, making me moan. Every roll of his hips sent shockwaves through me. It was as if my body had been built for his—he filled every inch inside me. Every thrust brought me closer to the edge again.

"Tell me you're mine now. Tell me you mean it." He slid into me, making it difficult to breathe.

"I'm yours. I mean it."

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bsp; He thrust all the way into me again, making my heart speed up and my world go woozy, as if my impending orgasm was going to knock me out.

"Tell me you love me, Lo. That you're mine."

I felt my body clench. "I love you, Kyle." I was crying and laughing, moans escaping my lips without my consent. "I'm fucking yours."

Now his thrusts were deliberate, deep, and bracing. I could tell he was about to come, and he was holding on until the very last second. I adjusted my hips and forced his cock all the way into me. I moaned deeply as he fucked me until I found another release.

I shattered beneath him, screaming his name again. He slid even deeper inside me, lacing his fingers through mine, his thrusts ragged.

I heard myself still screaming, but I also heard Kyle.

"Mine. You're mine," he said as he came inside me, holding onto me for dear life.

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"Are you always that loud?" he asked later with a self-satisfied grin.

I smacked him. "Apparently I am with you."

He managed to look even more self-satisfied.

Both of our phones were blowing up, but we were in bed and ignoring them.

"Our parents are going to freak out when they see the headlines," I said.

"What else is new?"

I considered that. "With the two of them? Not too much."

"Tori's really gonna freak out." Kyle laughed.

"Yeah, she is. And my agent. And Lucas. They're all gonna go nuts." I snuggled into him. "And Katie, that bitch from XYZ. I think she's carrying a torch for you. She's probably crying right now 'cause you're off the market."