Page 44 of Christmas Candy

He quirked a smile and kept rubbing my clit. “Too bad.”

I dug my nails into his shoulders as he picked up his pace and moved one hand to my ass, fucking me harder as our bodies slapped together, the water splashing and warming the goose bumps along my skin. He pinned me with his gaze, forcing me to watch him as he fucked me against the wall. I couldn’t look away from him, didn’t want to.

I relaxed my legs so he could go even deeper, fully opening to him as I submitted to his touch.

“That’s it wildcat.” He sped his pace on my clit, making my pussy constrict even tighter around his thick cock.

I leaned my head back against the wall and he put his forehead to mine, keeping his cock deep and pumping in shorter strokes. His chest pressed into me, my nipples sliding against his slick skin and making my body buzz with anticipation.

“Michael, please. I’m so close.”

He groaned. “Going to come on my cock again?”

“Please.” My stomach clenched, my hips stilling as the orgasm crested.

Right when I started to moan and my pussy clamped down on him, he grunted and pushed deep inside. His eyes bored into mine as we came together.

“Michael, Michael,” I said his name on repeat as my pleasure washed over me.

He slowed his thrusts and stopped before giving me a long, wet kiss.

Pulling away, he put me on my feet – though my knees wobbled – and grabbed a loofa and my body wash.

He waggled his eyebrows. “Turn around. I want to clean you up real nice for work.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Come again?”

“You heard me.” He soaped up the loofah as I dutifully turned around.

He slapped my ass hard and scrubbed the loofah over my shoulders and down my back. The soapy warmth, especially when delivered by Michael, felt wonderful.

I looked over my shoulder at him. “Go easy on me. You’ve already worn me out for the day and it isn’t even eight o’clock yet.”

He laughed, the sound low and raspy. “Is that so?”

He leaned in and bit my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine as he slid the loofah to my ass. “Bend over and I’ll really give you something to complain about.”

Michael

“Movea bit more to the right.”

Sadie, nude save for some expertly-applied body paint made to look like a bikini, shifted as instructed and gave her best face to the camera. I took a few more shots, the southern California sun illuminating her skin and giving her a glow.

Her blonde hair flowed in beachy waves over her shoulders as she reclined against the warm sand. I was almost finished with the shoot, but I had to get her photos just right. She wanted to make the cover of the sports magazine this year, having been narrowly beaten by a bustier model the prior year.

“Sit forward a bit and turn your chest toward me. Let’s make the most of the light there.”

“Whatever it takes.” She leaned toward me, her breasts on full display under the paint, the nipples straining to the sky. I moved toward her left, setting up a slightly different shot that highlighted every curve. My assistant moved with me, reflecting the light with a large, silver oval.

She plastered her practiced look of seduction on her face.

“Sadie, I need more from you.” I lowered the camera. “I need you to imagine you’re looking at your lover. A handsome man. The one who will give you everything you ever wanted. And he is about to fuck you, and you desperately want him to. Can you give me that look?”

She smiled, her teeth white and perfect. “I think I can manage.”

Her expression changed, softened, but her eyes remained sharp, focused. It was just what I wanted. I snapped a few more shots, moving around her as her gaze followed me. A few more clicks and we were done.

I stepped back and scrolled through the photos on my screen. I would have put money on one of the shots in the last set; it would make the cover.

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