A STELLAR AFFAIR (A Hollywood Bad Boy Romance) (19 page)

“Yeah? Good. They can write about how much I wan’t to bang the shit out of you right here right now.” His voice was low and seductive as he said those dirty words and her pussy was now clenching, her folds swelling. Her nipples unfurled into full bloom, pushing against her thin bra, longing to be licked and—

They reached the group of people who happened to be teenagers and by the looks of it, they were most probably headed to the hotel’s rooftop where the hottest party hosted by J-lo and her friends was happening.

“Hey, look, it’s Ava Ryder!”
 

“Oh. My. God. Ohmygod! That’s Wes Stoner with her!”

Gasps and squeals.

Ava groaned. Ryders!

“I hate her! It’s really true!”

A Stoner, too! Great. Just great!

“Let’s get a selfie with ‘em. Come on!”

Wes tugged at her hand. “Smile, baby. This is a huge Stoneryder news tomorrow.”

“Ohmygod! I’m so tweeting this right now! Ohmygod!”
 

“Or maybe in a minute,” Wes said dryly.

Ava watched in horror as the teeners all aimed their cellphones at them and started clicking away and taking videos.

“I hate you,” she mumbled beside him, helpless to escape the attention now.

“Smile darling. Act like you can’t live without me.”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“Yeah? Kill this.”

Before she could utter another word, he pulled her in his arms and planted a possessive kiss on her lips.

She didn’t know how long it lasted. When he let her go, he was dazed and had to cling to his waist to keep her balance. Her entire body was pulsing with hyperactive endorphins now.

“Ladies, can we get this ride first? If you would be so kind, that is. Ava and I haven’t seen each other in a week and you know, we can’t wait to be alone.”

The teeners were so shocked they could only nod in unison. Wes dragged her into the elevator and pushed the ‘close’ button. The teeners tried to get into the lift with them but got closed out.
 

Ava tried to fight the last threads of her sanity to get away from what was about to happen. Again. She turned to him, ready to blast him off the planet with an angry tirade but his lips shut her up in a voracious kiss, decimating the entire rational part of her nervous system, leaving only her id to run freely. Her need. Her mind-rending need to have him inside her again.

He backed her on the wall, jamming his leg between hers, grinding his crotch against her V. She felt him. Hard, hot, insistent.
 

His lips ravaged hers as he ground his hips against hers, dry humping her.

Her limbs turned to jelly and she sagged against him, holding on for dear life.

He pulled away his lips from hers. “What’s your suite room. What floor?”

“The Marcus Aurelius Villa. Top floor.”

He pushed a button.

He went back to kissing her. She was losing her mind!
 

The doors opened.

He dragged her out into a mini-lobby, breathing hard. “Is this the floor?”

She looked around, disoriented. The mini-lobby was deserted.
 
“I don’t know…” The luxurious surroundings looked kind of familiar. But… “I don’t think so…I don’t think this is the right wing. Uhm, we should have taken the private elevator.” She winced.

He cussed under his breath and dragged her toward a hallway.
 

He opened a door, pulled her in with him and shut it.

Darkness engulfed them.
 

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“Fuck, I can’t wait.”

She couldn’t see, but she could feel him. Her back was on the wall and Wes was standing in front of her. His hands were roaming her body. They were everywhere, on her breasts, on her ass. Squeezing, kneading.

She didn’t know what room they were in. It was dark and it was small. It was hot in there but her body felt hotter she was breaking out in a sweat, totally ruining her Lanvin dress.

Blood roared in her ears, mingling with the pounding of her heart. The pounding echoed between her legs, in her depths, where she yearned to be filled. Filled and stretched by Wes’ big, hard cock.

She was busy feeling him up, too, her hands, painting a vivid picture of him in her mind as she touched him, her imagination running wild, spiking up her hunger for him.
 

She could smell him, taste him. His lips were rapacious on hers. No doubt her make-up was already ruined, but she didn’t care.
 

Her dress was soft and sheer and it easily gave access to his roving hands. They crept inside to touch her bare skin. His palms were hot and slightly rough on her flesh, sending tingles all the way to her extremities.

“Dammit…!” he cursed in the darkness.
 

She felt him pulling at the front of her dress, tugging at her bra, then his lips were on the bare globes of her breasts, licking. Then he was sucking at her nipples, his tongue flicking on the overly sensitive peaks, and she could almost feel him doing the same to her clit.
 

Oh god, how she missed this. She’d spent sleepless nights reliving their first lovemaking and her body couldn’t wait to be claimed by him again, feel him entering her, stretching her, moving in and out, making her come.

Her inner walls clenched in anticipation of their mating.
His big, hard cock was all she could think about for days, wondering when she could have it again, even if her common sense was screaming bloody murder at her. How can she think of business when Wes was on full-on caveman like this? He was rude and crude and domineering and hot…so damn hot all her panties would probably be ruined in the next months…or years! Like how can she get over Darko who knew all the right moves with his powerful staff?
 

And how can she say no when his wicked tongue was making a path of fire from her nipples to her stomach? Every inch of her flesh touched by his lips left a trail of searing ache leading into one place, into that pit of burning need desperate for relief.

“Wes…oh god…”

He knelt before her and buried his face on her mound, inhaling deeply. “Fuck you smell so fucking horny, babe. Is this for me? You horny for me?”

Her shame evaporated the moment he kissed her at the elevator. Pride deserted her. All that was left was urgent need. She would say anything he wanted if he’d fuck her right now.
 

“Yes, oh Wes, yes!” She’d scream if he didn’t touch her MORE in the next instant.

“I’ve missed you, baby.”

“I’ve missed you too…”

She felt him pulling her little thong to the side. “Do you have any idea how good you smell and taste down here, my Empress?”

She had no idea and she didn’t care right this minute as he feasted on her. She was only thankful that her natural scent seemed to turn him on even more as he lapped at her lady bits like he was having his last meal on earth. It felt so good. Too good. So freaking good the sensations were whirling like a twister of fire in the pit of her belly.
 

“Sweet, sweet pussy. I missed this. Fuck, so delicious…”

Her clit was getting serviced by his talented lips like a VIP and she wanted this, wanted more of this. Every day. Every night. Forever.
Oh god, make this happen forever.

Wes rimmed her opening to
prepare her for his entry. He slowly inserted a finger in her sopping wet hole. It went halfway and she gasped, her inner walls immediately contracting around his finger like vise. Sweet fuck, so tight.

There was a pounding pressure in his balls, the intensity so familiar now as only this woman could get him as horny as this. He’d never felt such urgency for release it was like violence waiting to unleash from within him.

He slipped another finger inside her and she stiffened. “Wes…!”

“Baby, you’re so tight I have to prepare you. I don’t want you to bleed again. I want you so much I wanna fuck you hard until your pussy is molded around my cock you will never forget who your pussy belongs to.”

“I won’t forget! I won’t ever forget. Ohhh Wes…!”

He crooked his fingers and she cried out.

“Am I hurting you babe?”

“No…oh god, that feels so good!”

He knew she was close, he stood up and tore at his fly, freeing his erection.
 

He hissed in relief as more blood surged freely to his shaft once it was released from confinement. He felt massive. He’d never had erections like this, like it was tied up to his heartbeat and his life depended on it. On its satisfaction. Only with Ava. His Empress.

He lifted her hips and positioned her to receive him,
 
his cock, a waiting dagger about to spear her snug depths. He rubbed his cock head on her folds. He groaned and she mewed, grinding her hips, seeking to impale herself on his shaft.

She was so sexy and her open need for him undid him. Totally.

He gave her pussy shallow jabs with his cock, rubbing at her clit, torturing himself, making her beg, swirling her wetness on her folds.

“You want me now, babe? Hmm? Tell me.”

“I want you want you want you!”

“You want my cock? You want it inside you now?”

“I want your cock! Wes, please!”
 

He pulled her face to the side and slammed his lips on hers, letting her taste how delicious her essence was on his lips as he gripped his thick erection, aiming for her waiting entrance.
 

His urge was to slam into her but with Ava, his need was controlled by her need.
 

He entered her gently.

She pushed her ass against him, drawing his cock deeper inside her. “Move!”

“Babe…don’t wanna hurt you…so tight!”

“If you don’t make me cum in the next second, Stoner, I swear—“

He slammed into her, the impact jarring her against the wall. But she moaned in gratitude.

Wet heat enveloped him.

Her tightness almost made him blow his load. He gritted his teeth to calm his balls. She must come first, even if it killed him. “I’ve been thinking about this every day.”

“Me too. Oh god, me too, Wes, please!” She was grinding her hips, doing the carnal dance, her breathing chopped, frantic. Sexy as fuck.

He lost it and began pounding her from behind. His hand snaked between her legs to rub her clit as he rammed her with the ferocity of his animal need.
 

His other hand was splayed over mouth, pushing two of his fingers in.
 

She sucked at her fingers and he groaned in further pleasure. His fingertips were as sensitive as his cock wrapped tightly by her juicy cunt.

He licked the column of her neck, thrusting faster. “Did you touch yourself while you were thinking about me?”

“No…!”

“Why not?”

“I wanted you. I just wanted you!”

“My cock better than your fingers?”

 
He jacked her in a faster but shallow rhythm in an angle that was directly hitting her G-spot.

That seemed to drive her crazier. “Wes, Wes, Wes! Oh god oh god oh go—d!”

He covered her mouth as she screamed and shuddered, coming around his cock.

He felt the delicious pinprick pain in his balls, signaling his release.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and pumped harder and deeper into her, lifting her higher and higher up the wall with his thrusts. Her screams of ecstasy were muffled by his hand.
 

Her orgasmic contractions pushed him over the edge.
 

He buried his face in her neck, trapping his own guttural shout as he shot his cum inside her with the intensity that seemed to fry his brain, emptying all his longing for her the past days, his entire body, quaking, his toes, curling in his shoes. His spine felt like it melted with the heat of his cum spurting inside her. It seemed to go on and on as he held her tight against him, suspended in that last hard thrust where his universe splintered into a million pieces inside her body…and yet he was whole. More whole than he’d ever been in his life.

Finally, he slumped onto her with a deep, long sigh of incredible relief, pinning her on the wall with his weight as his cock pulsed and twitched with the beat of his ebbing pleasure.