“Okay!”
As Janice headed to the backroom, I turned around to lay my eyes on her again.
Jesus fucking Christ.
My dick pulsed like it was about to fountain cum. Getting through the shoot with a semi had been pretty hard, but not jumping Jane’s bones right now was next to impossible. She was sitting on a stool, so innocent with her legs crossed. That made me angry. I had to know what was down there…
Her waistband on her pants was still loose around her gorgeous waist, and I saw that she had her bellybutton pierced. Her skin was white like cream, flawless, soft, and the massive mound of messy curls on her head accentuated her long neck and pouty lips that were just begging to be kisse
d…or worse.
I set my camera down and walked towards her. When she looked up, and my eyes caught hers, my pulse jumped like I was running a fucking race.
“She’s gone,” I told her as I stepped into her personal space. Unlike Janice, she was wearing no perfume, but somehow still smelled like Heaven. She was timid, not used to being the one getting the attention, and blushed as she looked at me.
“Did it—did it go well…?”
“Just another shoot to me,” I replied. Jane swallowed and tilted her head down. My eyes made her nervous. I liked that.
“Why aren’t you in front of my camera?”
A surprised look came over her and she blushed even harder.
“I’m not a model…” she whispered. “Janice’s the hot one—”
“Bullshit,” I growled. “Janice’s just another blonde with big tits. You know something, princess?”
Glancing over my shoulder to make sure Nancy wasn’t around, I stepped closer, so close I could feel the heat from her beautiful body.
“You’re going to be my model. Mine and nobody else’s.”
She opened her mouth to speak, and my cock twitched as her lips parted. I had no choice.
I moved right in and kissed her.
My fucking world rocked as our lips met. They were flawless—she was flawless. Her curls draped down over my head as I slid my arm around her tiny waist and found the skin of her lower back.
She was soft…
It was completely unprofessional, but I didn’t give a shit. I’d been careful not to cross any lines for my entire career, and here it was, some non-model girl who was making me lose all control.
My hand went tight and pulled her closer. As I did, she uncrossed her legs and let them fall to either side of me. My pulse quickened as I pressed my bulge against her, right there on her spot, letting her know just what I was working with and what I had in store for her.
She moaned against my lips, a hungry moan from deep inside her that let me know one thing: she wanted more.
You can have it all, princess. You don’t even have to ask.
Her lips parted like her legs and I slid my tongue inside. It was just too fucking incredible, and I couldn’t help myself. I moved my hand from her soft lower back around the front and up underneath her shirt. When I cupped her breast, I almost came in my pants.
I was right!
They were perfect—absolutely perfect. Maybe d-cups, perfectly shaped like she’d been designed in a lab. My fingers closed around her nipple and she gasped, her mouth opening even wider, wide enough for my cock.
But then, our perfect moment shattered.
“Okay!” Janice’s shrill voice rang out behind us. Instantly, Jane broke our embrace and scrambled to her feet and grabbed Janice’s purse, pretending like nothing had just happened. “Ready to go, babe?”
“Yup!” my Jane replied, keeping her head down as she walked over to her friend.