Page 112 of Princes of Hollywood

When I shake my head and bite my lip, his grin grows. The shower turns on and I lift my head to see Aiden stepping out of the bathroom. He sits on the edge of my bed and gives me a smile.

“Don’t take all night. We have things to discuss.” Mason moves to my dresser and starts pulling things out.

“In that case.” Roarke carries me into the bathroom and right into the shower. I gasp at the sudden water falling over me. He presses me back against the tile and his mouth claims mine, hungry and intense. Keying me up even more. His hand slips between my thighs and slides along my clit. Sparks ignite within my blood.

My hips follow his fingers like they’re a pied piper, leading me to ruin. His tongue strokes mine as he devours me. His chest brushes against my hardened nipples and his cock teases my entrance. I’m so turned on, I need him inside me.

He lifts his mouth from mine and rests his head on my forehead. “Tell me, poppet, are you always this wet?”

I shake my head. “Only for you guys.”

“Good girl.” He presses against my clit as his thick cock thrusts inside me, stretching me open again. I draw in a shaky breath and weave my fingers into his hair. He growls against my neck. “Fuck, you feel so good, Greer.”

He slowly eases out before pressing back in. He’s so deep inside me. His captivating blue eyes lock with mine as he slides out and back in deep, slow and easy. My breath catches as he grins.

“Tomorrow, I’m spending an hour going down on you, poppet. Licking every inch of your pretty pussy.” He sinks inside me, drawing out and right back in. The pressure swells, inching me closer and closer to the edge. My hips clumsily follow his lead. “I’ll make you come until you scream and then I’m going to do it all over again until you beg me to fuck you. To put my cock in your trembling pussy and fuck you until you can’t stop coming.”

“Roarke,” I whisper as I clench his hair in my fist and my head drops back against the tile. I’m so close. Everything tingles.

“Then I’ll spend another hour figuring out this tight little body of yours. I want to find all the places that make you gasp, sigh, squirm, and come.” His words push me even higher. “I’ll ease my cock into that tight ass and fuck you like no one else has.”

Moaning, I wind closer and closer.

He puts his hands on the tiles beside my head. “Ride me, Greer. Fuck yourself on my cock until you cover me in your cum.”

I rock my hips against him, slow at first, a little uncertain, but then I find a rhythm and watch his face. His gaze is intense. His lips part, and he lets out a groan when I move a certain way. It’s fascinating to experiment and hot as hell to have his pleasure in my control, knowing he could take over at any moment.

He shifts his hips, changing his angle. Moaning, I rub my clit on him as he hits a spot inside me that makes my insides buzz.

“Roarke. Fuck.” I close my eyes against the waves preparing to crash over me.

“Open your eyes and look at me when I fuck you, poppet.”

I open my eyes and topple over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure takes me under while Roarke keeps me grounded. I cry out as his hands grab my hips. He keeps the pleasure rolling through me as he thrusts hard and fast, pistoning in and out of my pussy.

He groans, and his thrusts hit me in that spot that pushes me right back over the edge.

I cry out his name, unable to hold the connection anymore as he thrusts deep one final time. His cock jerks against my walls as warm cum fills me. I wrap around him, holding on tight.

His hands smooth over my ass. His breathing is ragged as he says, “I never want to leave this pussy.”

Sighing, I laugh a little as we both take deep breaths to come down. “I’m okay with that.”

He chuckles and tips my chin up. His blue eyes are so easy to lose myself in.

“I’m not sure it would work long term, but I’d be willing to give it a go.” Roarke lifts me against him, still buried deep inside me. My brain knows he’s talking about keeping his cock inside my pussy. It’s sexual, but my heart leaps a little.

Stupid heart.

“Less fucking, more cleaning.” Wyatt stands in the doorway with his arms crossed. “I’ve brought her food. If you’re going to fuck her constantly, she’ll need some calories.”

“Fine.” Roarke kisses me but then disengages and lowers my feet to the shower floor. He grabs the soap bottle and holds it out to me, indicating he wants to pour some into my hand. He fills mine, then takes some and puts the bottle back.

He rubs his hands together and runs them over me instead of himself. I gladly put my soapy hands all over Roarke’s toned and built body, squeaking when he cleans between my legs and ass. I spend a little extra time washing his cock while he works on his shoulders that I couldn’t reach.

He backs me into the wall. I look up at him as I stroke his hard cock with soap. Sliding my hand down over his balls, I bite my lip, and he groans. My pussy pulses empty, longing to feel him inside me again.

“You’re going to get me into so much trouble, poppet.” He kisses me senseless and drags me under the water to rinse off.

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