Unforgettable: Book Three (A Hollywood Love Story #3)(5)
“Thank you,” I reply softly and then silently thank my beloved late Mama from whom I inherited my long, slender fingers.
The Prince’s glimmering eyes remain on me. “Zoey, why don’t you try on the slipper?”
“What!” shrieks Katrina before I can say a word. “There’s no way that peasant’s skanky foot belongs in that shoe. It’s fit for a Beverly Hills princess like me!”
Brandon ignores her and, to my astonishment, bends down to untie my grungy sneaker. He tugs it off my right foot and flings it. My eyes stay on him as he caresses my sensitive sole, rubbing a spot in the center that sends a rush of tingles straight to my sex. There must be a string attached. Then, he reverently kisses the instep. His warm lips on my flesh make me melt. It takes all I have to keep my balance. My bones liquid, I’m falling apart.
“Zoey, your feet are as beautiful as your hands. So soft and tender.” He takes the glass slipper from me before it falls out of my trembling hand. I’m close to swooning.
“Zoey, hold on to me while I slip on the shoe.”
I grasp his powerful bicep as he gingerly slides the sparkling slipper onto my foot. My foot is halfway in it when suddenly a hand snatches the shoe away. Katrina!
“Say goodbye to your future!” she sneers, and on my next breath, she hurls the delicate slipper to the hardwood floor. Smash!
“No!” I cry out. Tears fill my eyes as I watch it splinter into smithereens, the spiky six-inch heel detaching from the sole.
Katrina smiles smugly. “Brandon, you’re wasting your time with this slovenly peon. I’m the one for you. Let’s just get the hell out of here and ride your Aston Martin into the sunset. Mommy will start planning the wedding. I’ll be your Cinderella bride.”
She clutches a stunned Brandon’s arm and yanks him away from me.
“Wait!” With a sharp jerk that sends my evil stepsister flying, he breaks away from her. “Look!”
Craning my neck, I follow his gaze. Oh my God! It’s Gucci, carrying the other slipper in his mouth. He scampers up to us, and before the little dog deposits the shoe, Prince Brandon seizes and beholds it.
“It’s the other slipper!” His eyes, lit with excitement, burn into mine. “I have at last found my princess bride. I just knew it the minute I set my eyes on you. It’s you, Zoey! The woman I’ve dreamt about and searched high and low for.”
“What!” screams a shocked Katrina as he effortlessly slips the stiletto onto my left foot. It fits perfectly. On my next rapid heartbeat, he scoops me up in his strong arms and his lips come crashing down on mine. My tongue finds his, and entwined, they waltz just like they once did at the ball. A sweeping, sensuous dance of love fills the walls of my mouth. Cupping his gorgeous face, I squeeze my eyes shut as I fall deeper into his passionate embrace. I’m seeing stars.
“Mommy, do something!” Katrina whines like a bratty two-year old, but there’s nothing either she or her mother can do. My Prince has come, and I’m never going to lose him. He’s mine. And I’m his. Our mouths stay locked as he carries me out the door.
“Ow, you f*cking beast!” I hear Katrina cry out.
Peeking with one eye, I glance her way. HA! Gucci has bitten her, giving the bitch what she deserves. Proudly wagging his tail, the little dog follows us outside. He belongs to The Prince and me now.
When we reach The Prince’s stately car, he finally breaks the kiss and dismisses his entourage. Opening both eyes, I watch the fleet of black limos drive away.
“Are you taking me back to your palace?” I ask between little kisses on his face and neck. He tastes so delicious.
He sets me down on the hood, close to the edge. “Zoey, I can’t wait that long. I’m taking you right here. Right now.” Removing the glass slipper and throwing it into the regal convertible, he simultaneously yanks off my sweats and little lace panties. My sweatshirt and bra are next. He tosses everything to the pavement. I’m totally bared to him in broad daylight. His lust-filled eyes roam down my curvaceous body inch by inch.
“Oh, my sweet Princess, you’re so exquisite. Even more beautiful than I remember.” He gropes my heavy breasts and lifts them to his mouth. His mouth clamps down on my nipples and he sucks them. I’m so aroused a puddle must be pooling on the Aston.
A hand reaches for my *, and he caresses it. A soft moan escapes my lips.
“Oh, my beautiful, sexy princess, it feels just like I remember it. So silky and wet.” He finds my clit and rubs it with his thumb. My head arches back in pure ecstasy.
“Don’t stop!” I plead.
“Hold on, baby.” With glazed eyes, I watch as he undoes his pants. His enormous cock springs out as they slide down his long muscular legs. I can’t help but reach for it, wrapping my fingers around the base. It feels like hot pulsing velvet.
“Oh, baby, that feels so f*cking good. The perfect fit. Only you. Spread your legs and put it where it belongs.”
He leans into me as I part my thighs at his command and put his mighty crown to my entrance. I’m so soaking wet that he shoves the entirety with all its glory into me on a single thrust, taking me to the hilt. I cry out from the tinge of exquisite pain and then scream with divine pleasure as he begins to f*ck me royally. I wrap my legs around his hips as he slides me closer.
“Oh, my Lord! My master! Fuck me hard!” I grip his broad shoulders so not to slip off the car and rock my hips to meet his powerful thrusts. I clench my muscles around his relentless rigid length as he claims me.