Hollywood Prince (Hollywood Royalty #3) - Natasha Madison Page 0,55

I swear I feel the heat from her pussy.

“Good to know,” she says, grinding down on my cock. “Just so you know, I don’t give a shit as long as it ends with your mouth on my body.” She pushes me down now and takes over the kiss. Her knees are on either side of my hips, and I feel her nipples through her shirt. Fuck. Her tongue comes into my mouth again, and my brain shuts off. Everything except her hands and the feel of her in my arms. She sits up now on me while I lie on my back. Her arms cross in front of her, and she peels her shirt over her head. “Skin on skin,” she says, and it’s almost like it happens in slow motion. I see her stomach first, slowly rolling to her ribs, and then her perfect fucking tits. And I’m not lying when I say they are perfect. Perfect, round, and perk. My hands fly up to cup her in my hands. And I was wrong before. It’s not perfect; it’s way past that. I watch her close her eyes when I roll her perfect pink nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She grinds down harder on me. “Carter,” she says, and I sit up now, taking one into my mouth and slowly rolling it with my tongue. Her hips slowly move, and I watch her struggle.

“Do you want me to make you come?” I ask her, going to the other nipple, and she throws her head back. “Tell me.” She puts her hands on my shoulders, and with me going from nipple to nipple, she comes over my covered cock.

“That’s never happened,” she says. “Like that fast,” she whispers, trying to look down, no doubt in shyness.

“Eyes on me,” I tell her, and she looks up and tries to cover herself. “It’s me and you always. You never have to be shy about taking what you want or asking for it,” I tell her, and she smiles shyly. “I mean, if I’m doing anything right, you won’t have to ask for anything because I’ll know all the things to do to make you come.”

“I’m not a virgin,” she says, “but I’ve never been that into it that I’ve dry humped someone.”

“Well, score one for me,” I say. Her stomach lets out a huge growl, and she collapses on my chest laughing. “I swear if you give me a cigarette, this will just complete the picture.”

I kiss her shoulder as she laughs in my arms, and I’ve never been this content with not getting my happy ending. I kiss her neck, and again, her stomach rumbles. “How about you get dressed, and we can go eat something and then go make out near the fire?”

“That sounds like a really good plan,” she tells me and slowly gets off me. She grabs her shirt, pulls it over her head, and then turns and I finally see what a keyhole is.

“Why don’t you go, and I’ll catch up with you,” I tell her, and she looks at me worried. And I look down at my cock. “Don’t touch me, or I swear it’s going to go off.”

She puts her hand to her mouth and comes to kiss me, and I just shake my head. I wait for her to leave the room before getting up and taking care of my cock, again.

Chapter Eighteen

Erin

“We have to get up,” I say between kisses I don’t want to stop giving or receiving. “We are only going to have twenty minutes to get ready,” I say, tilting my head the other way to deepen the kiss.

We just spent the night together. Not naked together. Well, not all the way naked together. We still have our bottoms on. After making out hot and heavy on the outside couch, we came in and watched a movie in my bed. Well, the movie watched us in the end. My shirt came off, his shirt came off, and I can say that he is that hard everywhere. “I need to shower,” he says, and I laugh, kissing his neck.

“I can help take care of that,” I tell him, and he slides away from me, getting out of my bed wearing nothing but his white Calvin boxers. His cock is perfectly placed, showing that he really does pack below the belt.

“You keep those pretty little hands away from this”—he points at his cock—“until it’s time,” he says, walking out and not closing