Hollywood Harem follows the lives of Hollywood’s young elite through the ups and down of fame and family life. Led by the charismatic and outrageous Kalen Camden, the group of young celebrities face life’s hardest moments while presenting the face of perfection their fans expect and their detractors attack. They are the future of Hollywood, loving their fame and reveling in their infamy...
Lucky dug her nails into Doddy’s chest, drawing blood as she slammed her body down on his, taking his hard flesh inside her. Her sight was hazy, her head swimming; she looked down at his face and felt the fire inside of her flare up and out as it enveloped her, sending a hot tingling along her flesh. Her skin heated, she quickened her pace, her hips rising and falling, skin slapping against skin, his hardness sliding in and out of her, drawing guttural moans from her. Doddy writhed beneath her, his grip on her hips tight enough to hurt; the pain shot through her, bringing her closer to the edge.
Another set of arms grabbed her beasts from behind, squeezed them hard, pulled and twisted. She gasped, threw her head back, as a cock found her ass and forced its way inside.
“Filthy fuckin’ slut,” the voice hissed behind her. “I’m-a fuck you like the nasty cunt you are.” He twisted her nipples as he bit down on her shoulder.
“Think you’re man enough, bitch-boy?” She spat back as she twisted her head to look into the clouded hazel eyes as of Carl, Doddy’s slim but cut baby brother. “Why don’ ya prove it, lil’ man.”
He bent her forward so she was pressed against Doddy, pounded her hard. He grabbed a handful of her blond hair, pulled her head up. “Take it, ya whore.” He spat in her face and he smacked her ass. “Who’s you’re fuckin’ daddy now, bitch?” His fingers traced her full lips before sliding inside her mouth.
“Take what? You ain’t shit, fag-boy.” She bit his fingers, sucked on the blood that flowed.
Carl pulled harder on her hair, pulling a cry from her. Her body shook as he slammed her from behind as Doddy’s manhood filled her quivering wetness. Blood and sweat ran down her chin. She grabbed Doddy by his hair and pulled him to her, kissed him, explored his mouth with her tongue.
“Lil’ brother’s close to dwarfin’ you, big boy.”
Doddy smiled and thrusted up, forcing himself deeper inside her. “No way he can fuck you like me, no matter what he got ‘tween his legs.”
“Oh God!” Lucky screamed as both boys buried themselves inside her. “I don’ know ‘bout that, sugar… He learns quick…” She looked back at Carl and smiled. “Not bad for a lil’ boy.”
“I’ll show you.” Carl pulled out of her, slapped his hardness against her ass and reached down. He found his brother’s tight sac, hard organ, fondled them, felt his brother’s body tense at his touch. “Fag.”
“Bitch,” Doddy cracked, spreading his legs.
Carl slid his hand lower, ran his fingers along Doddy’s smooth ass. “Make you my bitch.” He laughed as he guided his own cock along Doddy’s; slide his way inside Lucky’s eager wetness. “But first, I teach our bitch a lesson.”
“Holy shit!” Her body arched; she thought she would be split in half. She tried to form words, but only disjointed sounds made it from her lips. Intense pain and pleasure mixed together in a drug-induced haze wrapped around her as both brothers filled her beyond the point she believed she could take.
- - - -
Delilah spun towards the stage, not caring if she disrupted Tyler’s first performance. She needed to get away from this man; she had nothing to say to him and refused to listen to any lies he wanted to share. As she took that first step toward the exit, he grabbed her arm and turned her around. She glared into his cloud-gray eyes and was flooded with memories long ago buried.
The man she held responsible for ruining her life, for ruining her family, had come from nowhere after years of playing in his new life. After so long, she was amazed that she could remember every detail about him, from the way his chin twitched when he was nervous to how he wrung his hands when he was angry.
She saw the twitch and slapped him again as she ripped her arm from his grip. “Just go back to wherever the hell you’ve been hiding. I’ve no need of you, now or ever.”
“Please, Delilah, just hear me out.”
Her eyes narrowed, her hands fisted white. “Fuck you. You’re lucky I haven’t screamed for security. Take that little goodwill I’ll give you and leave.”
“Not until yo–“
“Get out! You’ve been an absentee asshole since I was three years old. Why change it now?”
“Because your brother needs you.”
Delilah’s jaw dropped. She felt lightheaded. She looked up at the old man, the disbelief painted across her features. “My what?”
Tyler breathed a sigh of relief as his song ended to wild applause. His first public performance had been as flawless as he could have imagined. How do Kay and Brade do this? It’s a hell of a lot harder than they make it look. As the applause died, he looked around the stage and realized Delilah had not come out to introduce the next act as planned. Crap.
He looked over at his table, where Kalen, Crystal and Braden had all turned confused looks his way. Great, thought too soon. He looked to his left and saw her arguing with someone he did not know. What the hell? Now? Really? God dam-
“Wasn’t he awesome?” Braden shouted as he walked up the steps to the stage. Tyler was frozen in place as Braden walked over and took the microphone from him. “Smile, lil’ bro,” he whispered before turning to the crowd. “Yea, give it up for Tyler Camden!” The crowd broke out into a roar, gave Tyler a standing ovation. “Now, we’re going to take a little break, so why don’t all of you enjoy the fabulous dinner you all donated lots of money to eat.” As the crowd laughed and cheered, Braden put an arm around Tyler’s shoulders and led him backstage, where Delilah was slapping the old man across the face.
“Just go. I don’t care.”
“But Delilah, honey, please… He needs you.”
“He doesn’t even know me! Hell, I didn’t even know of him till five minutes ago!”
“Hey, Lilah, what’s wrong?” Tyler asked when he saw the angry tears bordering Delilah’s eyes. “Who is this guy?”
“No one important.”
“But worth an argument?” Braden asked, moving between the old man and Delilah. “Want me to get ‘im out of here?”
“Don’t do this, Lilah.” The old man said, reaching for her. “I swear I wouldn’t ask this if there was any other way.”
“Don’t call me that. Friends call me that.”
“I’m sorry, Delilah. I am. But please, just hear me out. Think of-”
“No. I told you, I don’t give a fuck”
“Lilah, who is this guy?” Tyler asked, putting his arms around her waist. “What’s his deal?”
“Meet the cocksucker who killed my mother, also known as my asshole father.”
- - - -
Crystal stared at Braden, not believing what Kalen had just claimed. While she had known the two of them had had their falling out, she had never learned the reason behind it. Of all the things that could have happened, one sleeping with the other’s lover was the last thing she could have imagined.
“No way.” Crystal finally forced herself to respond.
“Oh, yea, he fucked ‘er.”
“No, man. I didn’t.”
“Bullshit. I saw you wander out of her room, fixin’ your pants, shirt all open, covered in sweat. What else could you’ve been doing? Jane Fonda’s Complete Workout?”
“No, bro, c’mon! I… I can’t believe you’d think I’d even do that!”
“Neither can I. Never thought I’d find out my best friend was bangin’ my girl. What kind of douchebag does that shit, huh?”
“What the fuck, man? After all we been through, you really think I’d do you like that? Damn, bro, I thought you knew me better than that.”
“Say the same ‘bout you. Than I saw you leavin’ Lilah’s room. Think how that looked.”
“Whoa, jus’ stop!” Crystal snapped, throwing her hands up. “Now, I don’ know what the hell did or didn’t happen, but right now is not the time to talk about it. This’s Delilah’s night. So please, both of you jus’ shut the fuck up!” She looked back over her shoulder. “Your lil’ bro is singin’ for the first time on stage. If Lilah ain’t enough reason to keep your shit in check, think of him. Hell, he’s already done. Nice job, you two; you missed his first time ever. Dicks.”
“So, um, where’s Delilah?” Braden asked, realizing Tyler was standing in silence. “Somethin’s not right.”
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