Taming Hollywood's Baddest Boy - Max Monroe Page 0,65
with my fucking teeth, and then ease her back onto my lap, directly onto my cock.
Fuck.
She is wet and warm and fucking perfect, and I slide myself all the way in, filling her up and feeling the heaven that is being inside Billie.
“God, yes,” she says through a moan and leans her head onto my shoulder.
I’m too lost in her to notice that the blanket is no longer on us, and that if anyone were out in the woods, they would see us.
“More,” she moans into my ear. “More, more, more.”
But I’m not the only one who’s too lost to care about our exposed state.
I grip her hips and guide her up and down my length, and it’s so good and she is gripping me so tight, I’d have to be a fucking superhero to last longer than mere minutes.
Fuck.
I reach forward and place my fingers at the apex of her thighs, rubbing my middle and index finger in smooth circles against her clit.
Billie’s moans get louder.
And my thrusts get faster, deeper, more erratic.
Her pussy grips me tighter, and I know she’s close.
“Oh god,” she whispers and moans. “I’m going to come.”
“That’s it,” I whisper into her ear, still touching her, still sliding in and out of her, “Come on my cock, princess.”
Her moans get louder, her breaths turning to pants, and when her thighs start shaking and her pussy grips me like a vise, I see fucking stars behind my eyes. She goes lax in my arms, and I don’t last much longer after that, sliding in and out of her until my climax consumes me and I finish inside her.
“Why is it always so damn good?” she mutters through a panting breath. “That should be illegal.”
Her words surprise a soft laugh out of my lungs. “Tell me about it.” I place a kiss to her hair. “Fucking tell me about it.”
It probably should be illegal for an asshole of a man like me to experience the warmth and softness and beauty that is Billie. She is a goddess, and I am the guy who had to escape Hollywood because he wasn’t strong enough to survive it.
More negative thoughts threaten to consume my mind, but when she leans her head back, grips my chin with her fingers, and pulls my lips to hers again, those nagging thoughts disappear into thin air.
If you didn’t know you’re utterly consumed by her, you should have one hell of a grasp on it now…
“Come cuddle me in your sleeping bag?” she asks, her lips still brushing mine.
I couldn’t say no to her if someone had a fucking gun to my head right now.
“Of course, princess.”
Twenty minutes later, just as she requested, Billie and I are cuddled up in my sleeping bag, and Bailey is cozy on top of a fleece blanket, sound asleep in the corner of the tent.
His damn snores are so loud, so deep, I know he’s down for the fucking count.
Billie’s giggles fill my ears. “For no hiking today, that dog is exhausted.”
“I wish I could sleep as well as he does.”
“You’re a light sleeper, aren’t you?”
I smirk. “What tipped you off to that?”
“Because you’re always up before me, and I’m pretty sure I always fall asleep before you.”
“That sounds about right,” I agree. “I can’t remember a time in my life when I actually slept well. It takes me forever to fall asleep, and once I do, I can’t stay asleep for more than four or five hours.”
“Good God, that’s awful.”
I shrug. “I’m used to it by now.”
Billie cuddles closer to me, her back to my chest, and I wrap my arms tighter around her. She sighs in contentment, and the sound is so sweet, it makes my heart skip a fucking beat.
You are so fucking lost in her, it’s not even funny.
Fuck. I refuse to think about this right now.
There is so much uncertainty. So many unknowns, and I’m just not ready to really wrap my mind around what’s going on between us.
Yeah, but you’re running out of time, you avoiding bastard.
I shake off my thoughts, refusing to delve into that mindfuck of a thought process, and force myself to focus on something else.
When I start thinking about the song “Country Roads,” Billie’s favorite song, a question pops into my mind that I feel compelled to ask her.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Why was my reading this screenplay so important to you?” I ask. “I know it’s because of your job, but… I mean, I could be