Page 56 of Beyond the Fame

“Tired yet?” he asks, planting his hands on the edge of the bed so he can kiss me like it’s the last kiss he’ll ever get.

“Not at all.”

“Good. Because I promised to fuck you all over this room and we’re just getting started.”

Jensen’s refractory period is impressive. Within ten minutes, he was ready for another round. I mounted his lap and rode him. He especially loved burying his face in my tits while I bounced up and down on his dick.

We’d worked up quite the sweat, so we showered. Me soaping him up got him hard all over again. He promised to fuck me in the shower, but I argued we should finish washing first and that the condoms were in the other room. He ignored me, jumped out with his wet soapy body, and returned with the condom rolled on. Then he fucked me against the shower’s wall.

Once done, we got out of the stall and took turns drying each other off. Of course, that only caused both of us to get hot and bothered again.

We barely make it out of the bathroom before he’s tearing off another condom and bending me over one of the hotel chairs to enter me from behind.

His hand crashes down hard on my ass cheek. I grunt and arch my back at the pleasant sting. He does that repeatedly, alternating between rough slaps and gentle massages, until my skin burns.

“I know you like that by the way your cunt grips me,” he says as he twists my long hair around his wrist, hoisting me until my back is nearly flush with his chest. He continues to pound into me as if his life depends on it.

“Your ass is so beautiful bouncing on my dick,” he says quietly next to my ear.

His free hand squeezes my breast and twists my nipple before moving down to pinch my clit.

“Fuck me,” I groan. He hears that as a command and thrusts harder.

I come apart, and he fucks me through the orgasm until he’s coming too.

We lie there, his soft front on my soft back as we both catch our breaths. Then he removes himself—always ever so carefully—and leaves me bent over the chair while he gets rid of condom number four.

I don’t know how I'm going to last all night. I want him to follow through with his promise, but my vagina is already pleasantly sore.

Jensen’s hand skims up my spine, and he grinds his dick into my ass.

“Already?”

He chuckles. “Not yet, Ami. Just admiring your body.”

I stand up straight and turn around. “I want to admire your body.”

My palms do just that, sliding across his damp, hairy chest, then back down over his stomach. He tenses, seemingly holding his breath as I move over his sides. I explore his back, from his broad shoulders down to his plump ass.

With my head so close to his chest, I can hear his heart beating frantically.

“You don’t like being touched, do you?” I ask, my chin resting between his pecks so I can look at him.

“I like being touched by you.” He leans down to give me a kiss.

“Me, but no one else?”

“Correct.” His lips form a fine line.

“Not even during sex?”

“Especially during sex.”

“I don’t understand. You never let women touch you during sex?”

“I...”

He’s freezing up on me, so I release him from the hug and grab his hand, bringing him over to the bed. I fold the blankets back and get in. Jensen follows, tucking me to his side.

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