Hollywood Princess (Hollywood Royalty 2)

“What do you mean?” I ask him softly, my hands now going up his arms and into his hair, his face still buried in my neck. He slowly unburies his face from my neck and then looks at me. “What do you mean, Brian?” I ask the question I’m afraid of him answering.

“I’m done fighting with you,” he says softly, the wind blowing, making my hair fly over my face. “I’m done going without you.” His hands push away the hair. “I’m done waking up without you.” My hand holds his face. “You win,” he says. “You always win.” I think I know what he’s saying. I hope it’s what I think he’s saying.

“Make love to me,” I tell him, and he nods. His mouth crashes onto mine, and when he picks me up, I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks back into the room and closes the door behind him. My face is buried in his neck as he walks over to the bed. I kiss him when he gets close to the bed, my tongue sliding into his mouth. Letting go of his mouth, I grab my shirt and rip it over my head. “Can we do the foreplay later?” I ask him, wanting to get him naked as fast as I can. He drops me on the bed and starts to unbutton his white dress shirt, but I push his hands away. “Let me,” I say, working the buttons off until I untuck it from his pants. When it finally opens, I lean forward and kiss him in the middle of his chest. His heart’s hammering fast. My fingers slowly unbutton his pants and then slowly move them down over his hips. “Tell me.” I look up at him, pulling down his boxers and pushing them down his legs, his cock hard and waiting for me. “Tell me this isn’t a dream.” I lean in and take the tip of his cock in my mouth.

“No foreplay,” he hisses before moving out of my reach to step out of his pants and shoes. He stands in front of me naked. Slowly walking toward me, he leans down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. His touch is softer than before. My hand holds his head to me. He pushes me on my back, and I look at him as he reaches for my sweats. “I love that you wear sweats after the show.” He slowly peels them off me. I lift my butt so he can take them off me. My legs fall open, and his face falls between my legs, a growl ripping through him while he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“No foreplay,” I pant out, and then he gets on the bed with me, and I turn to put my head on the pillows. “I had this whole plan for when this would happen,” I tell him as he gets between my legs, his hand stroking his cock. “I had this outfit all set up to bring you to your knees.”

“Baby, your smile brings me to my knees,” he says and then comes closer to me. “The soft smile when you wake up brings me to my knees.”

I reach out for him. “Please,” I say, and he lowers himself.

“Put me in you,” he says softly, and right here in the middle of a king-size bed in the beach house he rented for me, I grab him in my hands and rub him up and down my slit. Placing him at my entrance, I watch him slowly, ever so fucking slowly enter me. I feel every single ridge. We both watch him until he is all the way in. “Fuck,” he hisses out. “So tight,” he says, pulling out a touch and then slamming back in. The sight of him in me mesmerizes us both. I watch him pull out more and more each time until it’s just the tip and then slam into me. My eyes finally close with that fifth or sixth thrust. “Let me have your eyes,” he tells me, and I open them, giving him whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. “Your eyes turn royal green right before you come,” he says, thrusting into me faster and faster until I’m almost there. He slows down, making me groan and wrap my legs around his hips, pushing him more into me. “For two weeks, you kept this pussy from me.” He slams into me, rotating his hips, making my clit tingle. “Two weeks, I couldn’t eat my pussy.” I tilt my hips back a touch, and he goes so deep, my eyes roll. “Two weeks, I didn’t make my girl come.” He pounds into me mercilessly now, my hips moving up to meet him, making sure he gets in there. “Two weeks without you.”