Page 54 of Beyond the Fame

Sucking dick has never been something I enjoyed. But tonight? It was like some sex goddess took over my body. My pussy aches with need after Jensen came down my throat, and I swallowed it all.

I’m wet. So wet it’s beginning to leak down my leg because I didn’t wear underwear. Giving Jensen a blow job turned me on so much that I nearly orgasmed.

How is that possible?

Maybe it’s because he gave me control. Maybe it’s because he praised me for the way I was pleasuring him. Maybe it’s because he made me come twice yesterday, expecting nothing of me in return.

No man has ever done that for me. No man has ever taken care of my needs over their own.

Sex shouldn’t be one sided, yet that’s all I’ve ever experienced. With Jensen, it’s like I've entered some euphoric dreamland. Could our hate for each other be fueling this lust?

He lifts me off the floor where I was kneeling as if I weigh nothing, yanking me against his body and claiming my mouth. I savor the minty taste from the gum he’s been chewing all night as he dips his tongue in. He massages my own with such fierceness it’s almost like he can’t get enough.

Almost like he’s thanking me.

He slows his kisses and with one final pull on my bottom lip with his teeth—something he loves doing—he gives me a quick peck.

“Turn around,” he whispers against my mouth.

I do and hold my breath with anticipation as the sound of the zipper of my bridesmaid’s dress unlatching from top to bottom pierces through the quiet of the room. My skin prickles when Jensen’s palms smooth over my spine and up to both my shoulders to shift the fabric off my body. He places soft kisses on the side of my neck as the dress falls to the ground.

“Do you have any idea how cruel it was to wear nothing underneath that dress? Do you have any idea how hard it was not to take you to a dark corner tonight and fuck you? How badly I wanted to slip my fingers between your legs and find your soaking wet cunt?”

He snakes his hands around my front and down until his fingertips brush against my clit. When he presses down and starts massaging, pleasure jolts through my body. I push my ass against his dick. It's not quite hard since I just drained him.

“Where should I fuck you first, Amidala?”

I pause, my brows pinching together. “What the fuck did you just call me?”

“Amidala.”

I turn my head so I can look at him and wait for him to explain. Instead, he grins mischievously.

I shove him away and spin around, placing my hands on my hips. “Explain.”

He closes the space between us—his intoxicating cologne of sweet citrus enveloping me.

“Your reaction is exactly why I called you that. You are unrelenting and demanding, like a queen. But you don’t want me to call you queen, so instead you are my Amidala. Queen Padme Amidala is a character from one of the Star Wars films. Which, as you know, are my favorite movies.”

Amidala. I sound it out in my head. Ah-me-doll-uh. “I don’t hate it.”

He scrapes his teeth over my neck, and my entire body melts into his arms. I sigh as he sucks and kisses and nips my skin.

“I’m glad you don’t hate it, my Ami.”

Ami. Ah-me. It’s so similar to mi amor yet nothing like it. Because it’s mine. All mine. Well, and the Star Wars character, but still I groan.

“You like that one better?”

“Anything but Becky.”

Not that there’s anything wrong with the name, but he uses it as a weapon. He’s the one who made me hate it.

He chuckles against my throat, his hot breath fanning my skin and causing goosebumps to prickle.

“So, tell me, my Ami. Where would you like to be fucked first?”

This time when he grinds his heavy cock into my soft stomach, it’s harder, almost ready for me.

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