Hollywood Princess

by Madison, Natasha

  I try to fight this, but it’s a losing battle. It always is when it comes to him. “Okay,” I say, leaning in and giving him my mouth, which he takes. The kiss is so needy, it leaves me breathless. Our hands feel like they are everywhere. His hands start in my hair, and then he cups my heavy and achy tits. My back arches, pushing my tits into his palms. Then they travel to my ass as he kneads it, and I push my pussy into his thick cock. I throw my head back and moan. “Fuck.”

  The bus comes to a stop, and we hear the hiss of the brakes. “We have arrived.”

  “No,” I groan, and Brian leans in and kisses my neck. “Let’s stay here,” I beg him, afraid of leaving here and not getting to kiss him again.

  “Let’s go to the beach, baby,” he tells me, and I slowly unwind my limbs from him. “Go put your shoes on, and I’ll be waiting outside.” I look down at my bare feet and then go into the room, sliding my feet into my Gucci slides. I grab my phone and toss it in my Hermes bag and then walk out, seeing him standing next to a black Range Rover. “Ready?” he asks, grabbing my purse, then opening the door to let me get in. He leans in, kissing me, and then walks around the SUV to the driver’s side. He doesn’t say anything; he just buckles in and starts the vehicle. Watching him take off in the dark of the night, I gaze at the signs, not even knowing where we really are. He turns down this bumpy road and then pulls onto a paved driveway. The lights in front of the house are on, and I see that the house is all blue, like a royal blue. The door and windows all white. We walk up the two steps to the front door, and he unlocks it with a secret code. Looking to the side, I see that half the house is higher. Walking into the entrance, the staircase is right in front of you, going up one flight and then turning to another flight. The ceiling is low until you walk farther into the house, and it opens up to the second part. “Let’s get you settled, and we can take a tour in the morning.” We walk up the steps, and he walks into the master bedroom where the lights are dimmed. The huge king-size canopy bed fills the room with white drapes on all four posts. The back wall is all windows. Walking over to the wall, I see the white handle on one of the frames. I unlock the door and walk out onto the back balcony, hearing the waves crashing in the distance. The air smells of saltwater and sand. I walk to the railing and put my hands on it, staring out into the dark of the night. You can’t really see anything except a couple of blinking lights in the distance. I look down and see a small pool and hot tub. “I closed up everything downstairs.” I turn my head to see Brian walking back in. I turn and lean against the railing when he makes his way outside.

  “Thank you,” I say softly with a smile. He walks to me, his hands going on the railing, and he boxes me in.

  “I missed you,” he says softly, leaning down and kissing my cheek. “Missed touching you.” He kisses the other side. “Missed having you in my arms.” He trails kisses to my ear. “Missed eating your pussy,” he whispers in my ear, nipping it, and I lean into him. “Missed having my cock in your mouth,” he says, and I swear my pussy gets wet from just his words. His hand comes up my stomach and goes under my shirt. He finds my tits. “Bare,” he says. He’s not surprised I’m not wearing a bra, and he rolls my nipple with his fingers. “I’m done.” He says those two words, and I don’t know what to think of them. It makes my heart stop, and I’m suddenly sick to my stomach. My mouth becomes dry and when my back goes straight, he must sense it. “I’m done fighting this.”

  “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.”

  “Please, honey,” I pant out. He leans down and bites my nipple, the sting going straight to my clit. “Fuck,” I say, moving my hand down to my clit to rub it in little circles. “Make me come.”

  “How many times did you come without me?” he asks me, bending and nipping the other nipple. My finger moves faster now, and I’m so close. I watch his cock moving faster, covered in my juices. So wet it’s leaking onto the bed. “How many times did my pussy come without me?”

  “None,” I answer, looking into his eyes. “It had to be you.” I tell him the truth. “It’s always you.”

  “Mine,” he growls and plants himself deep inside me, and I finally come. He just pounds into me over and over again while I ride it out not once, but twice. One going straight into anot
her one, my finger not letting up either. “Mine,” he says again when he finally throws his head back and comes in me, then slowly collapses on me. My arms wrap around his neck, my legs locking behind his back. I take his weight, our chests sticky with sweat, his face buried in my neck, and I slowly start to rub his back. Our breathing finally starts to calm down, and I look out the window. Seeing the gold sun starting to come up, I know right here is where I’ve always been meant to be. Everything I’ve been through has led me to him. My eyes close slowly, and I fall asleep, knowing I have everything I’ve ever wanted.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Brian

  I feel the heat and moan. With my eyes still closed, and my back pressed into the mattress, I feel wet warmth. My eyes slide open when I feel hair on my legs. Kellie takes my cock into her mouth. “Hmm,” I mumble, my hand moving the hair off my legs so I can see her better. This morning, I finally gave into the pull of her. I fell asleep still buried inside her, only waking when I slipped out of her, which made me wake up again and take her again. This time, I lifted her hips a touch and slowly fucked her. Her head on the pillow and her legs closed made it even tighter, and now she’s waking me up.

  “Morning,” I hiss out when she sucks me deeper.

  She doesn’t answer me; she just moans and then releases my cock. She crawls up the bed. “Morning.” She kisses my lips, licking my bottom lip. “I woke up this morning, and it took me a while to figure out what that tenderness was from,” she tells me, taking my cock in her hand and moving it up and down. “Then I looked over and saw you naked, and the memories of this morning all came crashing back.”

  “Did you?” I say, reaching my hand up and rubbing her nipple with my thumb in a circle. It pebbles right away. She throws her leg over my hips, and I watch her get on her feet, squatting over my cock.

  “I did,” she says and rubs my cock up and down her wet slit. “You were just there sleeping, and the only thing going through my head was the first time I saw your cock.” I hold her hips, watching as she slowly, so fucking slowly grinds down on my cock. “I wanted to ride you so badly, and you denied me,” she says breathlessly, using her legs to rise and fall on my cock but never really going all the way down. “Denied me for weeks until this moment right here,” she says and then finally takes me all the way. She balances with her hands on my stomach as she grinds her clit on me.

  “You need help, baby?” I ask her, putting my thumb in my mouth and then finding her clit. Her head falls back as she moans and rides me. She’s using her legs to rise and fall, so my other hand moves from her hip to her nipple, and I roll it between my thumb and forefinger. Pinching it at the same time as I press down on her clit. “My baby like this?” I hiss out, trying not to look at how good she looks riding me, or I’ll fucking come before she gets there. “Baby, you need to get there,” I tell her between my teeth, “and fast.”

  “I’m almost there,” she says, “but I don’t want to stop.” She closes her eyes and picks up speed.

  “Get there, baby, or I’ll take you there,” I tell her, gritting my teeth. My thumb rubs her clit faster and faster, and I know she’s about to come because her pussy starts to squeeze my cock. She moves up and down and then finally plants me all the way in her and grinds on me, and I come with her. She collapses on top of me, her hair all over me. “You can wake me like this every single day.”

  “Promise?” she says, kissing my chest. I roll us off the bed while still in her and walk over to the master bathroom.

  “Bath or shower?” I ask her, and she doesn’t say anything; she just grumbles.

  “Is that your way of asking if I want it bent over or to ride you?” she asks, laughing. “The answer to that is either.” I laugh and turn the bath water on and then go to the double vanity, placing her on it and slowly slipping out of her. “Come back,” she says, and I laugh, watching her while I grab a cloth and wet it. I walk over to her and clean her up. “Thank you,” she says softly. I kiss her lips softly, and my cock starts to stir. “Oh, is he ready for round four?”

  “I need food, and I kind of wanted to have round four in the hot tub downstairs,” I tell her, and her eyes light up. “Okay, fine, round five.” I pick her up and carry her to the tub, and we have round four and then round five when she bent over to pick up something. We did have round six in the hot tub.

  * * *

  “I could get used to this view,” she says from between my legs, sitting on the beach. The sun sets while the waves roll in softly. She turns her head to the side and kisses my neck. “I can’t believe we’ve been here for three days already, and I don’t want to go back to the tour bus.”

  She sits back against my chest with her hands on my legs. “How about we come back when the tour is over?” I suggest, and she just nods.

  “Well, isn’t this nice?” I hear Cori’s voice from behind us. It’s the first time she’s come here. “This house is on point,” she says, sitting next to us.

  “Hey,” Kellie says, looking at her and then looking back at the sunset.

  “Hey, yourself,” she says, smiling. “Does you two being all chummy chummy mean that the banana has visited the fruit bowl?” She leans back on her hands, and I just shake my head.

  “A woman never kisses and tells,” Kellie says, and I smile at the fact that she won’t share this private moment with her, “but I will say that the eagle has landed.”

  I groan at the last part of her statement while Cori holds up her hand to high-five. “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”

  I don’t even answer. Instead, I bask in the fullness that I’m feeling. When we go to bed that night, it’s together, and it’s like that every single night.

  * * *

  Everything just fits into place, and when we try to have a night out in New Orleans, it’s no surprise that she is finally spotted, and the flashes go off when we step out of the restaurant. I make sure I get her in the car and then pull away without hitting any paparazzi, but it’s a close call. “Four more cities,” I say under my breath, and that night when I pound into her, it makes all this fuss worth it. My phone ringing wakes me up the next morning, and I groan when I look at the clock and see that it’s only eight a.m.

  “What is that?” I hear her mumble from beside me.

  “It’s my phone,” I say, getting up and seeing that it’s Anthony. “Hello,” I whisper into the phone, looking around for my shorts.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I hear him shouting, and I finally manage to get my shorts on and walk out of the French door onto the balcony. I rented a plantation. I had no idea how big this place would be, but it’s what she’s used to. When we first walked in and she saw the winding staircase, she smiled but not as big as when she saw the baby grand piano. She walked over to it and started playing and singing a song I’ve never heard her sing before. It made it worth every single penny.

  “I was sleeping,” I hiss at him, walking to the railing of the balcony that overlooks the pond in the middle of the estate, putting the phone on speaker.

  “It’s eight,” he says, panting out.

  “Where the fuck are you?” I ask him and then watch a bird fly down and try to grab something in the water.

  “I’m at the gym on the bike,” he says, “but it’s nine. Why are you still sleeping?”

  “I only get to bed after four or maybe five a.m., depending on when we get to the town,” I tell him, rubbing my face.

  “You are living the dream,” he tells me.

  “I live out of a suitcase and haven’t slept in the same bed more than three nights in a row.” I laugh. “Trust me, I’m not living the dream.”

  “Well, from the pictures I saw online this morning, I would say you are not only living the dream, but you’re also banging the dream,” he tells me. I look on my phone and see that I have a ton of notifications.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” I tell him, clicking on the link Rachel sent me not five minutes ago. The link tak
es me to a picture of me and Kellie leaving the restaurant, my hand in hers as I make our way through the crowd.

  “Have to say I never thought you would cross that line.” He laughs out loud as I read the headline.

  Who is Hollywood’s Princess secret date?

  “So how long have you been tapping that?” he asks, and I want to punch his throat right now. “I want all the details. Now that Sandy is knocked up, I have to live vicariously through you.” I don’t answer him, and he just continues. “Dude, I never imagined that you would be the one who breaks the ‘I don’t shit where I eat’ motto.”

  “Anthony,” I say, hissing between my clenched teeth.

  “Out of all the women to fall off the wagon with, you picked a good one. What is going to happen after the tour?” he asks me the fated question I have no answer to.

  “It’s not a big deal, man. I’m just riding the wave,” I say softly, though the words taste like acid.

  “Well, I really hope it’s a big wave,” he says. “Okay, I have to go. Sandy is on the other line.” The phone beeps, ending the call. I stand here, looking out at the pond, then turn and walk back into the house to my girl. But I find the bed empty. The bathroom door is closed, so I make my way downstairs and start the coffee. When I walk back upstairs with two freshly brewed cups of coffee, she’s stepping out of the bathroom.

  “Morning,” I say, walking to her and kissing her lips.

  “Morning,” she mumbles. “Is everything okay?” she asks me, grabbing her cup of coffee and taking a sip.

  “Yeah, it’s fine. It was Anthony. There is a picture of us in the paper,” I tell her, grabbing my phone and showing her the picture. She grabs my phone, scrolling to read the article.