Page 79 of Beyond the Fame

She grasps the fabric of the over-sized dress she’s wearing—the disguise from our trip to the market—and gracefully drags it over her head. She’s not wearing a bra. She slips her underwear off next and steps out of the fabric.

She swats at my hand, and I realize I reached for her. She moves to me and hooks her fingers in my boxer briefs to strip them off.

My dick bounces out, still leaking pre-cum. She strokes me in her palm, and I grunt at how cold her hands are despite the warm night. Her hot mouth covers the tip, and she sucks so hard, I nearly topple over. She releases my cock with a loud ‘pop’ then she fists me, up and down the length, squeezing with just the right pressure. She’s slow at first, then she picks up speed.

“Rebecca,” I wheeze. My balls tighten and I'm so fucking close to losing it.

She releases me with a smirk.

“Are you edging me?”

She tsks. “That would be cruel.” Naked and glorious, she turns her back on me and takes hold of the metal railing of the balcony. “Now fuck me, Jensen.”

I’m on her before she can finish the command. I line the head of my dick to her wet center and thrust into her, hard and to the hilt.

“Fuck,” she screams, and I cover her mouth with my palms.

“Quiet, my Ami,” I say while pumping into her. “The Rats may be gone, but we still don’t want to put on a show.”

She groans into my hand as I relentlessly pound her from behind. My free hand reaches around to her clit.

“Play with a nipple for me. Pinch and pull it nice and hard,” I whisper against her ear.

She has no problem with me taking over control now. She lifts one of her hands to her tit while keeping her hold on the railing. Her body jolts the moment I press the pad of my middle finger against her clit and start massaging while she tweaks her nipple.

The waves crashing on the beach and music playing from an outdoor bar at the resort barely mask the sound of our slapping bodies. I slide in and out of her, picking up speed the closer she gets to orgasm.

“Choke me, Jensen,” she mumbles against my palm.

I remove my hand from her mouth to wrap my fingers around her throat. I squeeze. Not too hard at first, but enough that her walls tighten around my cock.

I keep my hold firm on her throat, squeezing harder with every brutal thrust. She whimpers, letting me know how much she loves wearing my hand as a necklace.

I pinch her clit again, and Rebecca’s orgasm explodes. She shudders and I keep thrusting until jets of my cum spurt inside her.

I rest my forehead on her back while we both catch our breaths, then I remove myself. I poured a lot of cum into her this time and it’s starting to come out. I fight the urge to put it back inside her pussy where it belongs like I did the other day. I think it freaked her out. To be honest, it freaked me out.

Do you have a breeding kink?

I grew up adamant about not wanting kids. I worried if I ever had kids, I wouldn’t care about them the same way my parents didn’t care about me. But Rebecca has shown me a side of myself I didn’t believe existed.

Maybe I do want kids. A family. I’m thirty years old. Maybe I should start thinking about settling down.

Would that mean breaking my contract on this new directing job to stay close to Rebecca?

Fuck. We really should talk.

I kiss her spine and stand up straight. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Chapter 20 - Rebecca

Unease wrecks my stomach. Jensen is quiet in the shower as he washes my body. He doesn’t say a word while shampooing and conditioning my hair. Instead, he offers me light kisses on my forehead, my lips, my neck, my shoulders.

No words.

It’s almost as if he’s savoring this moment like it’s the last one he’ll get.

When it’s my turn to wash him, he tries to refuse me. We stare at each other for nearly a minute before he relents. He closes his eyes as I soap his body and clean his hair, sighing with every brush of my hand. With every touch.

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