Page 53 of Beyond the Fame

Instead, she admires the tattoos on my left leg. Star Wars may be my favorite movie, hence why I have an entire tattoo dedicated to it, but horror is my favorite movie genre. After my next project, I want to direct a horror movie.

“Jensen,” she muses. “These are terrifying.”

She traces the tips of her fingers over Freddy from Nightmare on Elm Street, Jason from Friday the 13th, and Michael Myers from Halloween. There are a few other horror elements mixed in like a bloody knife, skulls, gravestones, and even a zombie hand.

“Not a horror movie fan?”

“Not at all,” she laughs and bites her lip. “I’m a wimp, easily scared, but I kinda like these.”

She smooths her palms over the ink.

“They’re sexy,” she adds.

Before I can respond, she wraps her hands around my length, and I gasp at the feel of her soft, cold hands. She starts twisting and squeezing and I nearly topple over.

“Sit on the bed,” she says.

“Let me undress you first.”

“Not yet. Sit.”

I do.

“So obedient, and obedient boys get rewards.”

I lean on my palms as she closes her hot mouth over the tip of my dick, licking up the pre-cum.

My head tilts back. “Fuck, that’s good.”

She slides me all the way down her throat then back out, sucking hard with her tongue wrapped around the shaft. She does this over and over while one of her hands squeezes the base of my cock and the other fondles my balls.

The pressure building in my spine, and in my stomach, means I’m close. I want to grab her head and choke her on my dick. I want tears to stream down her face.

But she’s in control right now.

She releases me with a pop.

“Do you want to take over and fuck my mouth?”

As if hearing my thoughts, she drops her hands.

I stand and thrust into her mouth as hard and deep as I can go before she gags. Then I do it again and again until tears—like I had just silently begged for—start falling. She hums and I grunt, pounding into her faster, rougher.

She holds on to my thighs, digging her sharp nails in hard enough that I'm sure I felt the skin break.

The humming, the pain of her nails… it’s too much.

With one final thrust, I stay seated in her mouth and come—hard. My release pours down her throat, and she takes it all.

When I remove my dick, she runs her finger around her lips to clean up the excess cum. Then she licks her finger like she just ate the best dessert in the world.

“Fuck, that was good, Rebecca,” I say, cupping her cheek.

She smiles up at me, proud of herself.

“Now it’s your turn,” I add.

Chapter 13 - Rebecca

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