“Eyes on me,” I throw his earlier words back at him and then lift to my knees until just the tip is still inside. Slamming down again, I start to ride him like a bull.
“Fuck, yes, bounce on my cock.” He finds my hips and helps me up and down. He’s getting close. I can feel his cock twitch against my secret spot every time he fills me.
“Can you come one more time, Hollywood?” Preston circles my clit igniting my third orgasm.
“Preston, fuck,” I shout as I come. “Oh my god. It’s too good.”
He starts fucking me from below as he chases his release.
“Your pussy is so tight, milking my cock. Fuck, Ivory, I’m coming.”
He spills deep inside me. My body falls to his chest as we ride out of the aftershocks. Preston runs his hand up and down my spine. We are both slick from sweat. He presses his lips to my hair and temple, whispering how much he loves me over and over again.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Ivory
June 10
TAYLOR
Check your alerts.
The text from Taylor wakes me up before my alarm. Immediately, my heart starts racing at what this could mean as I swing my legs off the bed and sit up.
Preston reaches for me as I move. “It’s not time yet, Hollywood. Come back to bed.” When I don’t respond, he sits up, the sheet falling to his waist. His nakedness on display. Any other situation and I would have happily jumped back into bed with him. “What’s going on?”
“Taylor told me to check my alerts.” Preston’s brows knit as confusion plays on his face. “Taylor set up alerts for when my name is mentioned in the press. Unless it’s bad press, she doesn’t tell me to look at them.”
Pulling up the alerts, articles load one after the other as headlines jump out at me.
Hollywood’s Sweetheart canoodling with MLB All Star?
While the U.S. is in lockdown, Ivory Crenshaw is running around in the tropics with a baseball player?
Does Ivory Crenshaw actually care about the causes she advocates for? Seems like she’s been vacationing while others are working.
New It Couple: Ivory Crenshaw and Preston Fields. Here is what we know.
Wonder what Daddy thinks? Ivory Crenshaw seen getting cozy with her father’s player.
I’m shaking. Angry tears form in my eyes. “So I am either a harlot or a fake?”
“Hey, you are neither of those things.” Sliding up behind me on the edge of the bed, Preston wraps his arm across my chest. “Everything is going to be okay.”
“How do you know that?” Last night was perfect. Now, it feels like the world is caving in around me.
“We’re a team, remember?” Preston runs his nose over my shoulder nuzzling into the crook of my neck. “We face it together.” I’ve never had someone so fiercely defensive in my corner before Preston.
“Of course they all focus on me and not you.”
“You’re the bigger name, Hollywood.” Preston’s tone bleeds sympathy which only serves to set me off.
“It’s not fair! They make it sound like I’m a slut after my dad’s star baseball player. Completely ignoring everything I have worked so hard for over the past two months. It’s tone deaf and disgusting.”
“It’s very unfair. The media is never fair, especially not for women. Women are seductresses with no regard for the worldaround them. The double standard is ridiculous and I’m sorry you have to deal with it.”
“What do we do?”
