Page 34 of The Price of Fame

He kept up his relentless torture until her body bucked and pushed down on his fingers, her back hitting back against the hard tiles.

“Oh Marrkkusss. My Markus … I … I’m … I’m coming … I’m… Oooooh.” She grabbed his hair as she came around his fingers, panting. Closing her eyes as she basked in the euphoric feeling, she sagged against the wall.

“Omorphoula, don’t get comfortable because you’re going to come again, only this time around my cock while I ram it into you.”

Sighing at his dirty talk, she felt the tip of his penis push into her vagina. Leaning against the wall, she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted, her legs circling his waist as he thrust the rest of the way in. “Mmm, I feel so full.”

He kissed her, and then moved his hands down to cup her ass, helping hold her weight. Squeezing the cheeks together, he moaned against her lips. “You’re going to scream my name. I want to hear you tell me how I make you feel while I pound into your pussy. Tell me.”

He picked up his pace, grinding her against the wall. Her body started to heat up, and the tingling sensation built.

“You make my body burn. Tingles cover my body until I explode. Come on, make me explode.”

Kylie ground herself against him, pushing him deeper. “Yeah, right there.” The water from the cold shower mixed with the soaps made them more slippery, helping with the friction.

Pulling herself away from the hard tile wall, she wrapped her arms around his neck and murmured, “Stay in me as you turn off the shower and walk out the room.” She growled, and his hands left her bottom to turn the taps off.

Markus didn’t grab a towel as he carried her, and they moaned every step before he placed her on the bed. “On your hands and knees.”

She rolled, and he moved her to the end of the bed, smacking her ass. Before she even had the chance to get fully into position, he lined his dick up and slammed back home.

“Arrrgggh, oh God.” She screamed as his cock hit her in new places.

He smacked her bottom again, rubbing her tingling flesh. His dick pistoned into her with a renewed frenzy. Her breasts slapped with each hard thrust, and his hands slowly came to cup them.

Markus leaned over her, causing his penis to go deeper and hit just the spot to make her explode.

Panting, she began to beg. “I need to come. Make me … oohh … I need…”

His pace picked up until she was grunting and moving forward with the force of each thrust.

Feeling his teeth rake down her back, she came undone. “Markus, Markus, Markus.” She chanted his name as she quivered around him. He thrust twice more before yelling her name, and she felt his warm cum flood her.

Falling to the bed, they lay together, catching their breaths. Markus stroked her arms, whispering things to her in Greek, like how much he loved her and that she was his world. She wondered if now was the right time to tell him she had been learning Greek and understood most of what he said, but he stopped and spoke in English.

“You have to stop running, Kylie. You have to stay and talk to me and hear me out. You can’t run every time something you don’t like happens. We’re going to fight. Every couple argues. I just want you to promise me you won’t run from me the next time it’s not going how you like.” He hugged her to him. “I love you so much, but you have to learn to trust me and my love.”

She nodded because she knew she needed to learn to trust him and support him, not just in his normal life but also in his superstar life. Sitting up, she detangled herself from him and got a towel, thinking of all she had to do. Remembering that his sister had told her he would be busy today with interviews and other media things, she thought today, with Bettina’s help, she could go and help support him.

“Your sister said you had interviews today. She didn’t think you would be home.”

He sighed as he got up, running his hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t be. I’m late for a radio talk, and then I’m heading to do some TV, but I couldn’t do anything until I checked on you.” He came to her and gently kissed her lips before he moved away and went to his closet to get ready.

“Are you by yourself? Shouldn’t your manager be here?” Kylie looked around the room and gripped the towel tighter to her.

He came out in perfectly fitted jeans encasing his tight ass and a black Ralph Lauren T-shirt. He looked utterly gorgeous, especially when he grinned at her.

“Oh, there’s no way he could get up here. I left him with Bettina.”

She giggled because, thanks to the last twenty-four hours, she knew exactly what Markus’ sister was like.

Reluctant to let him leave, she spotted her suitcase close by and mentally went through it for an outfit to wear. Kylie looked at the bedside table clock. “Can I come with you?”

He paused putting his shoes on and stared at her as though he was trying to decide what the right answer would be.

“I’ll stay here if you want. It’s just I’d like to see more of your world, get used to it.”

Markus finished putting his shoes on, and then strolled to her. “I would love for you to come and be there. But I don’t want to rush you. I think I pushed you too far the other night, and I don’t want to ever have you feeling like you did again.” He stroked her cheek, and she leaned into it.

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