Page 89 of Beyond the Spotlight Discreet Version
Her cheeks blush with anticipation before she turns and leaves.
I prepare everything I hope to use on her tonight, lining up the toys on top of my dresser. Lube and nipple clamps (something Savannah told me she’d be interested in trying. I didn’t have any, so I had to order them). Two of my ties and a butt plug (though I’d rather have my cock up her ass tonight). And finally, a dildo and vibrator (which I also had to order).
She returns within a couple of minutes, her face glowing with eagerness. She shyly holds up a paperback of a woman with pink hair wearing a white sports bra on the cover.
“It’s a Why Choose. Enemies to lovers. The FMC’s father sold her to a gang leader to pay off his debts.”
I smirk. Of course, she’d choose enemies to lovers. Because she loves pushing my buttons.
“Tell me what ‘why choose’ means.” I have an idea, but I want to hear her explain it.
“The main character has multiple lovers and doesn’t choose.”
I stalk toward her. “Is there a group scene?”
“Yes.”
I grab her waist when I reach her, tugging her flush against my body. My hands squeeze her ass, still in the tight wrap dress that I desperately need gone so I can feel her silky skin underneath my touch.
“I’m only one man, Savannah,” I say and place a soft kiss on her plump lips.
“You’re all I need,” she whispers against my mouth.
I smile, knowing that all the toys I plan to use on her tonight will make her feel as if she’s in a group sex scene from one of her books. All her beautiful holes will be filled.
“Let’s shower.”
I tug her into the bathroom and strip her out of her dress. She’s wearing the sexiest red lacy bra and matching thong. She preens at my response from seeing her like this. Slowly, I unclasp the bra and let it fall down her arms. Her thong goes next and when I kneel to help her step out of the fabric, I decide I can’t wait.
I push her up against the sink, throw one of her legs over my shoulder, and cover her clit with my mouth. Her hands bury into my hair, tugging and pulling as I work my tongue over the sensitive nerves.
“Fuck, Reynold,” she moans as I slide my finger inside her.
She grinds her pussy into my face, trying to reach her release faster. I pick up the pace, adding another finger. I take my time going through a combination of grazing my teeth over her clit, sucking and licking it viciously.
She tugs painfully on my hair, and that’s when I know she’s about to come. She screams and stills, letting the orgasm wash over her.
After I remove my fingers and lick her pleasure off them, she drags me up her body and covers my mouth with hers. She whimpers, tasting herself on my lips and tongue and doesn’t stop kissing me until she’s sure it’s all gone.
“Come on,” I say. “We’re just getting started.”
I let her undress me and we step into the warm water. We take turns washing each other. She tries to kneel to suck me off, but the next time I come; I want it to be inside her.
The shower is fast, both of us eager to lose ourselves to one another, and we quickly dry each other off. I can get used to this equality of taking care of each other. It’s something I didn’t know I needed.
“Have you been a good girl wearing the butt plug like I asked?” I bring her to the bed, both of us naked. Her eyes fall to my rock-hard dick and her pupils dilate, leaving a thin ring of green.
“Yes,” she rasps, her lust almost too much for her to speak. “I’m at the biggest size now.”
Those long days on set have made for some exciting sext conversations between the two of us. Including me, demanding she wear a plug while home alone. To touch herself and tell me how it felt to come with her arse full.
“I’m so proud of you, Savannah.”
She blushes, the pink spreading over her cheeks, neck, and down her chest.
“Get in the middle of the bed. Grab your book and find a sex scene.”
She doesn’t hesitate to follow my command. Precum leaks out of my dick at her obedience. She flips through the pages until stopping halfway through.
