A STELLAR AFFAIR (A Hollywood Bad Boy Romance) by Eve Montelibano Page B
Authors: Eve Montelibano
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taking her breath away. She’d been kissed before, both on and off cam, but they were nothing like this. Wes’ lips felt like branding iron on hers, so hot and demanding. His tongue snaked in, strong and sure, thrusting in and out, sending sharper signals of need straight to her core, making her pussy walls clench in emptiness. She’d been empty for so long. She wanted to be filled. By this man.
She finally wanted a man inside of her, to make her feel like a real woman in the most elemental union designed by nature.
Her hands slipped through his hair, gripping fistfuls, bringing his face harder against her face as their lips and tongues clashed and parried.
“I want you,” she said in between their kisses. “I want you in every way. Please, please, Wes, Take me. Take me!”
Hearing her beg for him to take her nearly snapped all his self-control.
Wes couldn’t remember doingso much to get in a woman’s panties before. He had to make her relax first, then make her laugh, then he had to massage her feet to get her in the mood. Not that he wasn’t enjoying her smiles and laughter. He was sucking it all in like a starving man all night. The sound of her laughter was simply magic to his ears he could listen to it all night, but he’d like to listen to her moan his name, too. That was a need more urgent now than anything else.
He’d been fluctuating from semi-hard to rock hard tonight but he was ready to bust his fly the moment he touched her feet. It was all he could do not to lick and suck her toes like a maniac the moment she’d allowed him to lay his hands on her. Jesus H, he wanted to yank her forward, spread her legs wide and dive between them right then and there.
Playing it cool was hard with his rampaging monster waiting to be unleashed into the jungle to look for game, but he had to keep a tight lid on his self-control. This was Ava Ryder, not some wild socialite he’d picked up from a night of carousing at a bar or one of his usual starlet booty calls who could take it straight up without preliminaries.
But now, as he kissed her lips, plundering the honey within her mouth, he let the wildness in him take over. God, she was intoxicatingly sweet. He couldn’t get enough of her lips but he needed to taste the other parts of her he was dying to taste.
He palmed her pussy. He hissed a curse when he discovered her panties to be soaked. “Oh baby,” he murmured, feeling like his skull would explode from wanting her.
He massaged her luscious cleft through the thin fabric, locating her clit. She moaned against his lips, her hips jerking. He slid his fingers inside the silk and encountered wet, wet softness. “My god, baby…!” He’d never felt pussy this wet.
He explored her, slowly gliding his digits on her pliant folds. She felt like a melting pot of soft and hot and sweet. He stared at her face as he plucked her clit. He’d been called a pussy whisperer by his ex-lovers and he’d earned that moniker from active duty.
“Oh Wes….oh god…” she mewed, rolling her hips in tandem with the movement of his fingers. She was a river of cream on his fingers. He could swim in this. She’d feel so good around his cock, for sure. But he knew his size. He had to prepare her for his entry. He didn’t want to damage this beautiful pussy.
He found her opening and rimmed it. He gently pushed a finger inside her.
She gasped, her nails digging onto his shoulders.
A feral sound escaped his throat. He’d been into a lot of holes and this was by far the tightest he’d explored. No way could she take his cock like this. But the thought was simply inconceivable at this point. She HAD to take his cock.
He inserted another finger. She gasped again, a pained sound this time.
“Babe, has it been long since your last…?”
She clung to his shoulders and made an unintelligible sound.
His thumb massaged her clit to alleviate her discomfort. His fingers could barely fit in her and
She finally wanted a man inside of her, to make her feel like a real woman in the most elemental union designed by nature.
Her hands slipped through his hair, gripping fistfuls, bringing his face harder against her face as their lips and tongues clashed and parried.
“I want you,” she said in between their kisses. “I want you in every way. Please, please, Wes, Take me. Take me!”
Hearing her beg for him to take her nearly snapped all his self-control.
Wes couldn’t remember doingso much to get in a woman’s panties before. He had to make her relax first, then make her laugh, then he had to massage her feet to get her in the mood. Not that he wasn’t enjoying her smiles and laughter. He was sucking it all in like a starving man all night. The sound of her laughter was simply magic to his ears he could listen to it all night, but he’d like to listen to her moan his name, too. That was a need more urgent now than anything else.
He’d been fluctuating from semi-hard to rock hard tonight but he was ready to bust his fly the moment he touched her feet. It was all he could do not to lick and suck her toes like a maniac the moment she’d allowed him to lay his hands on her. Jesus H, he wanted to yank her forward, spread her legs wide and dive between them right then and there.
Playing it cool was hard with his rampaging monster waiting to be unleashed into the jungle to look for game, but he had to keep a tight lid on his self-control. This was Ava Ryder, not some wild socialite he’d picked up from a night of carousing at a bar or one of his usual starlet booty calls who could take it straight up without preliminaries.
But now, as he kissed her lips, plundering the honey within her mouth, he let the wildness in him take over. God, she was intoxicatingly sweet. He couldn’t get enough of her lips but he needed to taste the other parts of her he was dying to taste.
He palmed her pussy. He hissed a curse when he discovered her panties to be soaked. “Oh baby,” he murmured, feeling like his skull would explode from wanting her.
He massaged her luscious cleft through the thin fabric, locating her clit. She moaned against his lips, her hips jerking. He slid his fingers inside the silk and encountered wet, wet softness. “My god, baby…!” He’d never felt pussy this wet.
He explored her, slowly gliding his digits on her pliant folds. She felt like a melting pot of soft and hot and sweet. He stared at her face as he plucked her clit. He’d been called a pussy whisperer by his ex-lovers and he’d earned that moniker from active duty.
“Oh Wes….oh god…” she mewed, rolling her hips in tandem with the movement of his fingers. She was a river of cream on his fingers. He could swim in this. She’d feel so good around his cock, for sure. But he knew his size. He had to prepare her for his entry. He didn’t want to damage this beautiful pussy.
He found her opening and rimmed it. He gently pushed a finger inside her.
She gasped, her nails digging onto his shoulders.
A feral sound escaped his throat. He’d been into a lot of holes and this was by far the tightest he’d explored. No way could she take his cock like this. But the thought was simply inconceivable at this point. She HAD to take his cock.
He inserted another finger. She gasped again, a pained sound this time.
“Babe, has it been long since your last…?”
She clung to his shoulders and made an unintelligible sound.
His thumb massaged her clit to alleviate her discomfort. His fingers could barely fit in her and
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