Page 38 of Beyond the Fame

“Because I won’t want to fuck you once.” I kiss the exposed skin between her breasts. “I will want to take you just like this.” Next, I kiss just above her belly button. “I will want to take you from behind so I can see that pretty ass bounce on my dick.”

At the mention of my cock, she tries to reach down for it, but I'm faster and pin her hand to the bed. I hold down her other hand as well.

“I will want you on top so I can bury my face between your tits while you ride me. I want to fuck you on the balcony; I want to bend you over that chair; I want to fuck you in the jacuzzi after pounding you in the shower.”

I cover her nipple with my mouth, lapping my tongue over it roughly. She sucks in a breath.

“Fucking you the way I want will take all night, and Ginger will murder us both if we show up to her wedding tired and sex ruined.”

I stand up before she can protest and capture her by the waist, sliding her down until her legs hang off the edge of the bed. She yelps at the fast movement.

“Beautiful,” I say, admiring her spread out before me.

My hands worship every inch of her, over her soft stomach, up her sides, until I cup those plush tits. My fingertips graze over the scars I felt earlier, then I tease her hard nipples again. She whimpers. They must still be sensitive from a few minutes ago.

My lips trace the exact route my hands took, up her stomach, past her belly button until I'm placing gentle kisses along her collarbone. I can only hope my beard tickles her skin in a pleasantly torturous way.

“Jensen, please,” she begs.

“Have you decided what you want?”

She groans.

“Tell me and I’ll do it. I’m yours tonight, Rebecca.”

“Keep calling me that.”

“Rebecca,” I say seductively and huff a breath on the tender spot on her neck that now has a dark pink mark forming.

She grabs my hair again and pushes my head toward her cunt.

I tsk.

“Use your words, Rebecca.”

“I want your mouth on me.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

“Be specific.”

“Jensen,” she whines.

“You’re in charge here. Haven’t you been wanting to boss me around?”

She tries to squeeze her legs on me, but I pry them back open. I lean into her pussy and inhale deeply.

“I’m waiting for my order, my queen.”

She sucks in a breath, her grip on my hair tightening. “I want you to taste me.”

“Yes, my queen.”

“Shut up,” she growls, and I laugh, my hot breath fanning over her wetness, making her shiver.

I get on my knees and toss her legs over my shoulders, wearing her thighs like fucking earmuffs. Then I dive in, consuming her like a hungry man getting his first meal in days. My tongue lunges inside her, licking up her pleasure before teasing her clit. I suck it with fervor, and she arches her back off the mattress. Her nails dig into my scalp, and she clamps her thighs on my head.

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