Page 135 of Now Their Starlet

“Shut up, all I’ll be thinking about is how much my legs are burning.”

“Awww, my poor little princess is too weak to ride my cock, hmm?” I snicker, gripping her hips and holding her still before thrusting up and into her, seating myself fully inside her.

“Oh, fuck—fuck you, you stupid son of a⁠—”

Her cursing ends on a strangled groan as she buries her face in the crook of my neck as I continue to thrust into her warm, wet heat. She’s so slick with her arousal that gliding in and out of her is like the sexiness of all the wet dreams I’ve ever had in my entire life rolled into one.

And I was repressed as hell growing up, so I had plenty of ridiculously dirty wet dreams.

“Thought I was gay before I met you,” I bite out. “No other girl did it for me. But damn, do I love fucking you.”

“How—how romantic,” she pants, pulling back to glare down at me. “I don’t like you talking about other girls when you’re inside me.”

I slow my thrusts, letting her take the reins now that I’ve gotten her all fired up.

“I also—don’t like—the insinuation—that I’m not like other girls,” she bites out, rising up and slamming back down with every phrase. “Other girls are cool. That crazy fan was just an exception.”

I grin up at her, which only seems to piss her off even more.

“This is why I love you,” I breathe out before reaching up and tangling my hand in her hair, curled in loose barrel waves around my fist and tugging her down to kiss me.

Despite everything she’s been through, she still sets her best foot forward. She goes through life hoping for the best, instead of letting the fucked things that have been done to her define her future.

She’s not jaded. Not like how I used to be… before I met her.

She bites my lip, the sting sending a thrill through me.

“I’d love you more if you weren’t such a fucking dick,” she murmurs against my lips.

“You like me like this.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do,” I smirk. “I’ll stop when you stop looking so fucking hot when you’re pissed at me.”

Her movements are starting to slow, and her chest is rising and falling hard under the t-shirt she’s wearing. I’ll never look at Beck’s merch the same way.

Wanting to reward her for her hard work, I grip her hips again and hold her still as I take over, thrusting up into her and grinding on the upstroke and giving her an opportunity to angle her hips so I press against her clit every time.

“Why—why is it that I have one panic attack that Everett fixes with an orgasm and now all of you jump to fixing my issues with your magic cocks?” she whines.

“So you admit they’re magic now, huh?” I growl, tugging her head back and angling it so I can start kissing up her neck. The honey undertones of her chamomile tea perfume are thick. I swear it’s so strong that when I lick a stripe up the column of her neck, I actually taste honey on my tongue.

“Shut—shut up,” she whimpers.

“Nah,” I growl. “And it’s working, isn’t it?”

Before she has a chance to answer, the door is thrown open.

The two of us freeze in place. With the way the couch is angled, I can’t see who just burst into the room.

Fuck, I guess I forgot to lock the door.

Hopefully Leo has an ironclad NDA ready to go.

The way Andi’s shoulders immediately relax at the sight of whoever just came in should tell me that no NDA will be necessary.

The scent of thick caramel perfume, carrying the faint burnt bitterness of stress hits me as I turn around.