Page 55 of Beyond the Fame

Damn. That was fast.

Since we’re already next to the bed, I step away from him and crawl to the middle. I open my legs and start touching myself.

He narrows his eyes as if angry that I’m touching what’s his.

“I don’t think you’re quite ready yet.” I glance down at his dick. “Watch me pleasure myself until that cock is pointing at me and leaking.”

He tsks and turns to the dresser and digs around in the top drawer before removing a row of condoms.

“Oh, I’m ready, Rebecca.” He holds up the packets like a prize fish he just caught. “We have a long night ahead.”

He removes a condom and tears it open with his teeth before rolling it over his dick. He strokes his fist over his length a few times and returns to the bed to descend on me.

The tips of his fingers trace my slit up and down before he plunges one inside.

“You’re definitely ready for me,” he smirks.

I gasp as he pumps into me faster. “Yes.”

His thumb teases my clit, and I arch my back off the bed. He removes his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean and then he lines the head of his dick between my legs, rubbing up and down through my arousal.

The anticipation of him entering me is almost too much. He’s stalling, perhaps to get harder for me. He kisses my stomach, then he moves his kisses up to my breasts and covers a nipple with his mouth. His free hand cups my other breast, the fingertips playing with the hardened nub.

The moment he pinches one nipple while taking the other in his teeth, he thrusts into me... hard.

I scream and see stars.

He waits for me to adjust to his size before he slowly draws out. He lets my arched back descend to the bed, then he slams into me again, anchoring his hands on my hips to piston into me.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You feel so good.”

My hand moves down to my clit, and I rub it while he lashes into me viciously. He’s big, the biggest I’ve ever had, and I’ve never felt so full. He’s hitting spots I never thought possible, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.

I’m not going to last long.

“I’m close, Jensen,” I wheeze.

He slants over my body, somehow fucking me deeper. My walls constrict around him, and he moans. Damn, that was hot. I love it when men are vocal during sex. His reaction to my body, his thrusting, and me massaging my clit puts me over the edge.

Jensen pauses and waits for my pussy to stop spasming. Then he pounds into me again.

“Give me another one, Rebecca.”

I’m already highly sensitive down there, but it only feeds into my overwhelming need for him.

“Kiss me,” I demand.

He slows his thrusts to find my lips. I sweep my tongue into his mouth, burying my fingers into his hair while my lips move over his. I hum just a little and that prompts him to pick up speed again.

The way he’s tilted over me puts his dick at the perfect angle to graze my G-spot. Not fully hitting it, but, fuck, does it get me to my orgasm quicker.

“That’s it. Come for me again,” Jensen says, clearly feeling me getting close.

He drives into me relentlessly until I’m coming undone. Jensen joins me this time, stilling as his release fills up the condom.

Unmoving inside me, he rests his head in between my breasts. Once he catches his breath, he carefully removes himself. He takes off the condom, tying it closed, and throws it away in the bathroom.

When he returns, I'm on my side, head propped on my palm.

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