Page 96 of Beyond the Fame

I tighten my hold on his hair to bring him closer to me. He chuckles, the vibration and his hot breath make me moan.

As he works my clit, his fingertips tease my opening—up and down—then he slides one in. My back arches and he uses his free hand to skim up my stomach to my breast. He squeezes, then rolls my nipple between his fingers. Hard.

He adds a second finger and starts pumping, slowly at first as he lets my arousal thicken. Then he speeds up while that tongue dances over my clit, and his fingers pinch my nipple again.

“Fuck, Jensen. Go harder.”

He does, thrusting into me now with three fingers. His teeth graze over my clit but just before I’m sent over the edge, he removes his fingers.

“No!” I whine.

He climbs onto the bed to kneel between my legs and drags the tip of his cock up and down my slit for lubrication then he thrusts into me.

I scream out my pleasure, and he doesn’t stop. He pounds into me, rough and relentless.

“Harder, Jensen.”

He uses my hips to anchor himself and picks up speed. He reaches parts of me I never thought possible. The slaps of our bodies, the headboard thumping against the wall, and his grunts mixed with my moans have me working up to my orgasm.

Then he stops and removes his cock from me.

“What the fuck, Jensen,” I growl.

He flips me over and adjusts me, so my ass is in the air. The moment he crashes his hand down on my left cheek, he drives into me. He spanks me again, this time on the right. I wasn’t expecting it and I buck against him at the pleasant pain. He doesn’t stop smacking my ass over and over, not giving me a break.

I don’t want him to stop.

I can feel my cunt tightening around him. I'm close again.

He gives me one more hard thrust, then stops. Still seated inside me, he rubs my burning ass cheeks and I groan at how good it feels.

“Stop edging me, you asshole.”

He chuckles and I reach back and try to swat at him.

Grabbing my wrist, he maneuvers us so he’s sitting, his back against the headboard and I'm straddling his lap.

“I want to see your face while you ride my cock.”

I smirk and take hold of his dick. He sucks in a sharp breath as I fist him up and down. It's already well lubricated with my pleasure.

I line the tip with my entrance and sink down.

He grunts, taking hold of my sides as I move. I’m not patient. I'm too worked up to go slow. He's been teasing me, holding me back from coming, and I need an orgasm now.

I hold on to his shoulders as I ride him. He leans in and kisses me, sucking on my tongue, my bottom lip, before moving his mouth down my chin, my neck, and to my breast.

My nails dig into his skin and when his teeth graze my sensitive nipple, I come undone. My pussy pulses around his cock, massaging him until he comes too.

I bury my head in his neck, breathing hard. “Fuck. I missed this.”

“Does that mean you’re going to let me come with you on the book tour?”

I realize I never agreed to his documentary idea. It actually sounds amazing. I lift my head and place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I’d love that.”

We make out for a few minutes, his dick still inside me, before we finally part.

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