I know what happens next. I’ve read about it, and now I feel it rising up inside me, pulsing its way out of me.
It’s too soon! I want him like this on me forever.
But Tony is wise to my feelings and only growls deeper, drawing this feeling out of me.
Teasing it from me like he’s medicine for an ache I know only he can cure.
Tony’s groans and grunts of satisfaction, along with his strong jawline pressed against my thighs, working in all directions tell me he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
He only stops long enough to tell me, to put my mind at ease completely after I start to feel apprehension creep in.
“I want you to come on my mouth, Ashlee. Give it to me and I’ll drink it all from you beautiful,” he murmurs, and like a key unlocking an invisible door, his order to do what he says makes me squirm harder against him.
I tug at his hair in clumps between my fingers as he quickens his pace in time with my whimpering breaths until I feel it rising up to the top of my head, spilling over and out of me.
The itch has finally been scratched but I had no idea I could ever feel anything like this.
My body starts to shake and shudder beyond my control and wave after wave of the same magic, electric feeling pulses through me as Tony prolongs my pleasure, working gentle strokes with his tongue now.
Like a master controlling a force of nature, he seems to know just what to do, where and how much to make sure I experience the most intense climax of my life to date.
My only one.
“Tony,” I gasp, wheezing his name softly, trying to tell him, but his growling grunts and sounds of contentment drown me out.
“Tony… To-”
It’s useless, the man’s a wizard. I’m nowhere near done yet.
He grabs me firmly by my ass cheeks, squeezing them in time with his next round of oral pleasure and I lose all sense of time, space and who I even am before I experience another shuddering climax under his masterful tongue.
Still quaking from what he’s done to me, I feel him coming up to me, his face in front of mine.
“You’re beautiful, Ashlee. And I want to do that to you every single day from now on. I will do that to you,” he says in that voice, with those eyes.
His lips press hard over mine and I can taste myself as well as him when I open my mouth, our tongues dancing together with the taste and scent of my own climax.
He only stops kissing me to look at me again, cradling my face in one of his huge mitts as he sighs with nothing but satisfied contentment.
“I’m a virgin,” I murmur, looking past him, out through the window. Feeling almost ashamed that I can’t be the more experienced, grown woman he thinks he has in his arms.
The hand on my face runs across my hair, brushing back the strands that have come loose during my first and then second climax by him.
Then a stab of fear runs though, and not because of what I think he’ll think of me.
I try to say it, but my mouth is frozen. Open with fear and unable to speak.
Tony looks at me, and is about to say something, but he senses something is wrong.
His face turns swiftly to the window and we both see the shadowy figure cross it for a second time.
Instead of surprise or fear, Tony’s body emits a surge of strength and tension. I hear a deep, guttural growl from inside him and he turns my face to meet his.
“Stay here, don’t move,” he commands, before pecking my lips one more time, letting me know everything between us is perfect still.
I can’t help but shriek this time, the figure of a man at the window, the flash of light.
“Goddammit!” Tony snarls, leaping from the bed and rushing to the door.
“Fucking Paparazzi!”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tony
Amazing how the sight of one thing can turn me from feeling so happy, so peaceful with my girl, to murderous with rage.
I’ve loathed these pricks ever since I got famous, they’ll stop at nothing to intrude on my privacy and always sell the wrong story.
That mother of hers left the security gate open… thanks Stacy!
Accidentally on purpose? I wonder.
Wincing at the hardness in my groin against my pants, I half close the bedroom door on my way out, not wanting to involve Ashlee in any of this.
I punch the silent alarm in the hall, notifying both private and publicly funded law enforcement.
Stacy shut off the security when she and Ashlee came into my house, a natural thing, but without closing the gate behind her, the grounds are fair game for the press, magazine tattlers and worse… ‘Freelance journalists’.
I spy the baseball bat by the door, my own personal security but think better of it.
I’m so wound up right now, so protective of Ashlee, I know I’ll only come to blows if provoked. I can’t afford to be in a jail cell instead of her arms right now.
The thought is still there though, and once I swing my heavy steel front door open, I narrow my eyes on him, snarling like a beast.
I recognize him instantly, Clayton Kane, a wannabe actor turned all round sleaze by photographing anyone and anything in Hollywood he can turn for a quick buck.
“Afternoon, Mr. Fontana. I was just on my way to your door to ask if you want to buy a subscription to my new online magazine, ‘Tittle Tattle’…but it looks like my
