Page 51 of Hollywood Fairytale

“What’s wrong?” he asked, washing his hands of the gel.

Jumping onto the counter, I sat with my legs splayed so that Luke could stand between them which he promptly moved to do. My dress slid up my thighs, and Luke’s hands followed the fabric. His thumbs swept the inside of my thighs making my core start to thrum with want.

“Besides that, we have to spend the night apart?” I huffed and stuck out my lower lip. “Stupid traditions.”

A small smile spread across his face as he looked down at me. “Did I not please you enough today?” he chuckled knowing what he was doing to me.

Luke wore a pair of dark jeans that fit him perfectly, molding against his ass and thighs, along with a pair of black boots and a dark grey button-down shirt that he hadn’t bothered to button yet.

My hands skated across the ridges of his abs up to his pecs where they rested naturally as I looked up at him.

“Not now with what your fingers are doing to me,” I answered breathless, my hunger for him evident. “Along with the thought that I can’t have you later. There will be drinking tonight, I’m going to get horny, and you won’t be there to help me.” Scrunching my face up as I realized something. “In fact, I won’t even be able to pleasure myself with Taylor in the room.”

His blue eyes turned stormy at my words. “Do you need one last orgasm for tonight?”

“Yes,” I answered, my hands falling down to his belt to start unbuckling, only for him to stop me.

“Hey, we don’t have time for that. Let me help you.”

Without giving me a chance to answer, Luke’s hand caressed down to my calf, kissed the arch in my foot, and rested my foot against his shoulder.

“You wore panties.” His voice deep and gravelly made me instantly wet.

“I thought it would be smart if I was drinking and wearing a dress. I don’t want to flash anyone and have it all over the internet.” I moaned as he moved them aside and pressed his thumb firmly to my clit.

“Smart girl.”

Lifting my other foot to the edge of the counter, I splayed my legs wider giving him more access. One hand grasped his bicep while the other stayed firmly planted.

Sliding two fingers inside, he pumped in and out with a slow tempo as his thumb rubbed circles over my bundle of nerves. I’d already had three orgasms since I woke up, and one less than an hour before, but that didn’t stop me from wanting Luke or being ready to go off almost the moment he started to touch me.

“Luke,” I moaned low in the back of my throat. “More.”

Faster and harder Luke’s fingers pumped as his tongue swept into my mouth like a summer storm. It was intense, strong, and short. Tasting and nipping my lips before leaving me gasping for air.

Reaching up to bring him back to my mouth, I stopped when he knelt to the ground and brought his mouth to my aching core. His tongue felt divine. Soft and smooth compared to his thumb. Circling and sucking, his fingers curled, hitting my magic spot and sending me soaring.

“Oh, God. Luke,” I moaned. My legs shook as they clamped around his wide shoulders. My fingers fisted his gelled hair.

Leaning back against the mirror, I sighed out. “God why can’t we do that all night?”

Dipping down, Luke sucked on my bottom lip before murmuring, “Beautiful, we’ve got an entire week of doing that day and night. In a little more than twenty-four hours I’ll ravage you from sun up to sun down.”

“That sounds like a plan. What about you though?” I asked eying the erection pushing at the zipper of his jeans.

Adjusting himself, he grimaced. “I’ll be fine.”

My fingers traced along the denim. “You don’t look fine.” Peering up at his messy hair, I bit my lip. “I messed up your hair. Let me fix it.”

Looking at himself in the mirror, he smirked down at me. “You don’t like the just fucked hairstyle?”

“Personally, I love it, but I’m not so sure I like it when you’re going out without me.”

Closing my eyes, slowly I tilted my head side to side. “My legs feel like jelly. I don’t think I can even put my shoes on.”

Without saying a word, Luke left and came back with the heels that I’d set out to wear for the night. They were black and sparkly just like my dress. Instead of kneeling, he raised my leg to place on his shoulder, leisurely slipping my shoe on.

“You’re the best,” I declared as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed the dimple in his chin. “Tomorrow you’ll be my husband.” I couldn’t help but smile.

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