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One hand cups the soft, full skin of her right breast as my head falls lower, exploring the angles of her slender, classic neckline. I find the rigid nipple of her left breast and flick my tongue against it. Stella moans softly, making me harder in my damp boxers, my shaft ready to poke through the opening and create a hole in Stella’s pants, too.
Her hands move to strip herself down, her eagerness evident as she wriggles and bucks against me. I lift my head to allow her to move, but as soon as she’s naked, her legs wrapped around my waist, I return to my heated kisses on her prickled skin. Her fingers hook under my boxers, and now we’re both disrobed, her gasp of pleasure reaching my ears.
“Fuck!” she exclaims. “They say size doesn’t matter, but I don’t think your dick got the memo!”
I traverse further along her body, raising her legs over my shoulder to inhale her deeply. Her hips rise upward to grant me access, her core already drenched and waiting for the tip of my tongue.
“You’re delicious,” I groan, lapping teasingly around the outside of her lips. “I knew you would be.”
She moans again, wiggling her ass impatiently, and my hands spread her before I dive forward. A soft cry echoes across the wooded land, and I put a hand up to her mouth. I don’t want any interruptions by the others or, God forbid, the camera crew.My finger pops into her mouth, and she sucks enthusiastically as I begin my sucking of her throbbing clit.
Dipping a finger inside her, another muffled moan vibrates through Stella’s body, and my tongue grows rougher, harder. Hands tighten on me, urging me silently not to stop as her kitten cries fill the night. Her breathing intensifies as her hips drive higher, and my body shakes in anticipation. I want her more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. Her hot, wet center constricts against my finger, over and over, and I’m pleased I’m able to bring her to climax so fast. My index finger falls out of her mouth.
“Fuck me,” she orders in a rasp. “Forrest, I need you to fuck me.”
Sliding upward, my finger falls out of her, the head of my cock slipping over her wanting entrance as her ankles lock around my waist again. Face-to-face, her breaths are hot on my cheek, her chin jutting upward to take another kiss from me. “Please?” she begs, having enough of my teasing. “I want you.”
I can’t hold out much longer when she puts it like that. With a slick, even movement, I drive myself into her, deep and fluid.
Unable to stop herself, Stella releases another cry of pleasure. My mouth crushes to hers again, cutting off her scream, my thrusts plunging fully into her tight wetness. Over and over, I pound into her. Stella’s movements match mine until I feel her tremble against me, her core pulsing rhythmically, her second orgasm consuming her.
I lift my head, my eyes boring into hers.
“Come for me now,” she rasps, her eyes hazy and filled with pleasure.
“Tell me your pussy is mine,” I tell her.
She whimpers again, closing her eyes, fingers digging harder into my lower back, and the swell of my orgasm mounts.
“Tell me,” I say once more, pounding into her even harder.
“My pussy is yours,” she moans, and the walls of her cunt tighten around me, and I can hold out no more, drawing my climax forward.
With a groan, I release, falling forward to bury my face in Stella’s neck as we tremble together, struggling to collect our bearings.
“You feel so good,” she whispers, tightening her legs around my hips.
“Does that mean you’re picking me?” I joke, knowing full well it’s written in my contract that she can’t.
She slides out from under me, concern coloring her solemn eyes. “Do you want me to pick you?”
“No,” I answer quickly. “You’re not supposed to, anyway. It’s in my contract.”
Stella purses her lips and nods, but the answer appears to disappoint her, and suddenly, I’m disappointed, too.
Would it be so bad to be picked by Stella and end up with her after the show?
Then I think about what my father would say about that and shove the idea out of my head entirely. I had done the right thing writing that into my contract. This was for publicity… right?
CHAPTER 17
Gabe
“Gabe, what are you doing? Is this even allowed?” Stella asks, the worry in her voice tangible as she shifts in her seat.
“I promise, it’s a hundred percent sanctioned by the studio,” I swear, keeping my hands over her eyes. “We’re still in the Hummer.”
I glance at Bennet, who shakes his head ruefully. “You really can do all this without the subterfuge,” he suggests. “You’re making her nervous.”
