“You’re the only one I’ve ever been bare with, and I’ve got a clean bill of health. Do you?”
“Yes,” she groaned as I began a slow, torturous rhythm, thrusting in and out, as if we weren’t at work and had all the time in the world.
“Good. I need to feel you completely,” I said, reaching around and tugging on the collar of her dress. It stretched easily, and I pulled it down, along with her bra. Her nipple was already hard. I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger, and she moaned harder, pushing against me.
“Faster, please. Harder,” she pleaded.
I did as requested. Her pussy clenched around me. My balls tightened in anticipation. I was so close, but I needed to wait for her.
“Come on, Final Girl. Come for your Psycho Killer.”
She let out a sharp cry, and her head dropped, grazing the couch as she came, pulsing wildly around me. Her orgasm was my undoing. I came harder than I had in years. I pumped every last drop inside her, needing to mark her as mine.
When I was finished, I stepped back and pulled my pants up, leaving them unbuttoned. I reached for my Final Girl and spun her around. She’d collapsed headfirst when she came. I grinned as I caught sight of my makeup covering her thighs. The evidence of our tryst made my cock jump again.
I could go again.
“Sebastian—” Evie’s face was flushed, her chest rose and fell as she shook her head. “What...”
“Did we just do?” I snickered. “Took one of my shots. Have I convinced you yet?” I stepped back to properly adjust myself in my pants and button back up. I went to the mirror and found my disheveled look quite amusing. The makeup around my mouth and cheeks had been completely rubbed off.
I’d painted her pussy and thighs. If someone were to walk in, it would be obvious what had just occurred between her and I.
“Convinced me of what?” she asked.
I stared at my reflection, still undecided. Would it be better to keep our relationship a secret or let it be known?
“To stay. You know, in Hollywood. With me.” I turned back to her, and she laughed.
“What? Hell no. A—” She stopped herself and looked away from me, suddenly bashful.
Oh, Final Girl, I just had my tongue and cock deep inside you. Why are you shy now?
“We had an agreement. Five for five. You just used one of yours. Now I get one.”
There was a knock on the door, interrupting our imminent argument.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Sebastian! We need to clean up,” Evie hissed, scrambling to pick her panties off the floor.
I rolled my eyes and turned to look for a towel.
“Afraid people will know you’re attracted to me?” I sighed as I began to clean the evidence of the best sex I’d ever had from my face.
“No...”
The knock echoed louder, and Evie hurried to open the door, letting Bryce and Skye in. The pair took one look at us, and despite Evie’s poor attempt at hiding, they exchanged knowing looks and stepped inside to change.
Skye passed by Evie and giggled as she glanced my way.
“I told you.Mine,” she teased.
I smirked, deciding not to say anything as I left to splash water on my face to get the rest of the paint off.
She was right.
Evie wasmine.
Chapter 21
