“I’m going to explode,” I replied, more moan than words. “Please.”
He gritted his own words out as his thick shaft slammed into me. “Not. Until. I. Say. You. Can.”
I cried out even louder at this denial of what I so desperately wanted. Having him keep it from me built up a new kind of energy inside me, like a sunrise in my loins. I clamped down on him with my pussy, squeezing him like I wanted him to come, because I fiercely needed him to feel what I felt. He responded by fucking me even harder, long strokes that threw me forward and made the bed shake.
“Please!” I begged. I wanted to use his name, but knew I shouldn’t do that while we were recording. “Let me come. I need it.Please.”
“You want to come?” he taunted.
“Ineedto come. I’m going to die!”
He released his grip on my wrists so that he could grab my ass with both hands. I was already coming before my fingers even touched my sensitive place. I wanted to scream but knew my neighbors might hear through the walls, so I held back as best as I could. His long cock felt like it was made of pure pleasure as he sped up, giving me all that he had while I rubbed a fire into my clit. The first orgasm was huge, an atomic bomb detonating between my legs, but it was only the appetizer. A larger one was right behind it, spurned on by his tip slamming across my G-spot from this angle, so intense that I never could have handled it if I hadn’t already come several times tonight.
One of his hands left my ass and grabbed the back of my neck, pushing me down into the comforter. Muffled thusly, I finally stopped trying to hold back. I screamed like I was being stabbed to death. I screamed because the pleasure was almostpainfulwith its intensity, after being edged for so long. I screamed until my voice was hoarse.
And right as my orgasm crested, when I was gasping for breath, I felt Kai leave me. His cock slid in between my ass cheeks, trembling and quivering again as he came a second time. His scream was loud and unmuffled, every bit as hoarse as mine was, and it was music to my ears. I arched my back as I felt the splashes of his seed land all over my skin. Some shot as far as my shoulder blades, but most of it was on my lower back and ass. Kai leaned into me, thrusting between my cheeks as he came, the underside of his shaft pressed against my backdoor. And with all of my nerves frayed and heightened, eventhatsensation—his cock pushing against my tight asshole—turned me on enough that a little aftershock orgasm rippled through my body.
He collapsed forward, shaft still resting between my ass like a sausage in a bun. His breath was hot in my ears as he panted, leaning an arm next to my face for support, and he kissed the back of my hair. I savored the feel of his body over mine, a blanket of warm masculinity.
I can’t believe I get paid for this.
27
Kai
I can’t believe I get paid for this.
I was holding myself over her body, my cock still wedged between her ass cheeks. She was covered in my come, almost as much as the first round just minutes before. I wasn’t surprised, based on howhardI had come. She probably thought I was faking it for the camera.
I prided myself on being a professional. I had done this before. I was able to do exactly what was needed for the camera, and last as long as necessary before I ended the scene. It’s what women paid me for: my professionalism.
But with Ginny, I couldn’t control myself. When I looked at her hourglass-shaped body on the bed, crimson hair draped over her shoulders, every instinct in me was screamingmate with her. Take her for yours and never touch another woman as long as you live. Hell, it was a wonder I had lasted as long as I did—just over ten minutes, thanks to the clock on the bedside table. Long enough for the ideal video length, but not a second longer.
I knew I had a way of falling for women. For seeing the best in a person and giving all of myself to them, physically and emotionally. But this was new for me. This was on another level. As I covered her with my body, not caring that I was getting my own sticky seed on me, all I wanted to do was spoon her and watch her fall asleep in my arms.
Try to think of something sexy to say, I told myself.
But what came out was, “I think I got come in your wig.”
Ginny’s shoulders shook with silent laughter. “So far, you’re getting a five-star review. But you need to work on your playful after-sex banter.”
“You said it was expensive,” I replied, rolling onto my side and kissing her arm. “I would hate to have to replace it, is all.”
“I’ve gotten worse than come on it. The first kind of lube I used… ugh, let’s just say it took a while to find a brand that didn’t stain everything it touched. Let me get up and grab a washcloth…”
“Stay there; I’ll get it.” I popped up and retrieved it from the bathroom and returned to the bed, where Ginny was still laying flat on her belly. The sight of her made my cock stir, and I wondered if maybe I wouldn’t need to wait so long before round three.
“What a gentleman,” she purred as I cleaned up her back. Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked back at me. “You really took control there.”
“The way I see it is I made the mess, so I should clean it up.”
She let out the cutest little giggle. “No, I meanbefore. During the scene. I loved the way you held me down. Do you usually take over like that?”
Never as much as I did tonight. With you, something new awoke inside of me.
“Yeah,” I said casually while putting the washcloth away. “I usually do that. It plays well for the camera.”
“The camera,” she mumbled happily into the pillow. “Yeah.”