by Alexis Angel
Moving down my neck and licking a path to my breasts, he unwraps my legs and pushes them apart.
My hands run through his hair and my head falls back.
He feels so fucking good.
I see in my peripheral, a blinking red dot—this will look fucking great on camera.
I smile smugly, but Tanner pulls me back quickly, biting hard on my nipple.
“I promise, I’ll bite harder.” He insists with a mouthful.
“Give me everything you’ve got.”
Stepping back from me, he takes my leg and puts it on his shoulder.
He spreads me, making me visible, and I love it.
Not to mention, he looks like a fucking servant, bowing to the pleasure of his queen.
If the shoe fits…and it does, nicely.
His gaze stares down the length of my leg, and lands at my wet cunt. Watching him makes me wet and eager.
Taking a hand, he unhooks my stocking and begins to roll it off me.
Throwing it aside, he makes his way up my thighs and reaches my lace thong.
He fingers the etching, taunting me.
His eyes flicker with delight as he outlines my handiwork.
“Like what you see?”
He tucks a finger into the fabric and strokes it, delicately grazing over my cunt, taint, and ass.
“I want it,” he says, sharply. “I want it all.”
My hips buck against his torturous fingers, and he moves the thong to the side, gliding a finger into my slit.
I moan loudly, needing that pressure.
“I’m going to fuck you here.” He moves closer, lifting my leg up with him, and inserts two more fingers.
Moving them in and out in an agonizingly slow pace, I reach for the edge of the dresser, clutching on to it.
This is a glorious game.
Retrieving his fingers, he traces my taint and circles my ass.
“And I’m going to fuck you here.”
He inserts the tip of his finger there, and I feel needy, yet full. A sharp shiver rushes through me, igniting me, and I reel from anticipation.
“Yes…” I mumble out, trying hard to focus on him.
I need him to fuck me.
“Every fucking inch of you will be filled with me. Up for the challenge?” He asks, like he’s reading my damn mind.
“Always,” I whimper, wanting him to deliver that promise.
He rips my thong off and dives head first into me.
My hips writhe against him instinctively, and I wrap my legs around his head.
His force pushes me back against the wall, and a flower vase and lamp on the dresser crashes to the floor.
I don’t fucking care.
His tongue licks my clit, rubbing it in deliberate circles.
“Fuck, Tanner!” I cry out, pulling at his hair.
He inserts a finger—or two—and hits my g-spot.
God, I forgot how good he was at this.
I missed this—him making me come. I’ve had others after him, and they’ve tried their hardest, but no one has made me come as hard as Tanner.
I’ve haven’t had anything like this…since us.
He sucks my clit, rubbing his fingers against me, and thumbs my ass.
Fuck, this is too much.
My legs tighten around his head, and my body starts to quiver.
“Come for me, angel,” he demands with his mouth full.
I clutch onto the wall behind me, and my ass lifts into his hands—and I come.
Everything in me implodes, and the world around me shatters.
My vision goes dark and my hearing mutes, all I can do is feel.
My orgasm upends me, leaving me raw and sated, while his fingers massage my clit, prolonging my earth-shattering release.
I try to slow my breathing, but once I regain some sense, he kisses me, tenderly, tasting of my sweet musk.
My body quickly reacts, and my need for him replenishes.
Our kiss heats up, and we find ourselves devouring each other—again.
He lifts me in his arms and carries me back to the bed.
Throwing me down, he hovers over me and places himself between my legs.
I instinctively wrap them around his waist, sliding his briefs down his ass with my feet, and shove his cock into me.
He grunts as my wetness envelopes him, greedily taking his twelve-inch long cock.
“Ah! Fuck!” I see stars.
It’s a bit larger than I remember, and it takes me minutes to adjust to his fullness.
Thank god for my orgasm.
“It’s been a minute since you’ve had this big cock.”
“Shut up.” I say, hitting his chest, playfully. “And fuck me.”
“Finally, something I can agree with.” He winks and roughly pounds into me.
“Fuck!”
“Be careful what you wish for, wife.”
I kiss him, wanting him to shut up.
The kiss quickly becomes rough and passionate.
With him fucking me, and our lips crashing into each other, we begin to lose our breath.
Panting, I grasp on to his shoulders, and dig my nails into him.
He grabs the back of my knee and lifts it up, angling his cock deeper in me.
I cry out from the new sensation overwhelming me.
He starts to fuck me harder and faster. Tightening and igniting my nerves.
“I can’t wait to make you my wife.” He grunts out, staring down at me.
I still for a second, but my ache and clenching cunt distracts me.
“You’re going to look so fucking good as mine.”
I moan loudly.
For some reason, this is fucking hot. And at this moment, I don’t care to know why.
I close my eyes, feeling my orgasm on the brink of explosion.
But I begin to lose myself, sinking into a whirlpool filled with every feeling I’ve had for this man—hate, love, longing, anger.
How, in the fuck, does he do this to me?
I scream, feeling like I’ve been whiplashed.
He relentlessly thrusts into me, repeatedly hitting my spot, and my body starts to tense.
“I’m going to put a baby in you,” he accentuates each word with a thrust.
And with that, I release.
“God…yes! Please!”
Another powerful orgasm rips through me, blurring my senses. And I feel his muscles still and begin to quiver.
“Fuck, Elsa.” He pumps into me, filling me with his cum.
We fall into each other, breathing heavy, and slightly fatigued.
His head falls into the crook of my neck, and he gently kisses me, ticking me with his lips and tongue.
I curl my shoulder up, nudging him away, and he laughs.
The deep vibration sends shivers down my spine, and he brushes over them with his fingers, exploring my body.
“Why would you ever want to put a baby in me?” I ask, remembering what he said as reality comes back to me.
“We’d have some mighty fine babies,” he hums, distracted by his travels.
“Oh my god,” I laugh. “Now I definitely don’t want to have a baby with you..” I push him away.
“What? It’s true. I’d never lie when it comes to you,”
I shake my head and reach up to stretch my body.
He eyes me, lust refilling his eyes.
Oh, no.
Round three? How in the hell?
He flips me over, and continues to brush my skin, his hands gravitating around my ass.
Oh right, now I remember.
He circles above and below it. He fingers my inner thighs, and moves between my cheeks.
And like magic, my cunt begins to pulsate, throbbing for his touch. It’s amazing how quickly he can rile me up, making me want him again so quickly.
I arch my back and lift my ass in the air, spreading my thighs open.
“I see you like me again.”
“You must be a goddamn wizard
or something.”
He kisses my shoulder and bites it.
“Ah.”
“You want me to fill you, angel? Make you come…again?”
I’m already breathless, eagerly anticipating him.
“Please.”
He fingers my ass, teasing and rubbing it. The sensation warms and excites me.
He dips a finger in my already soaking wet cunt and coats my ass with its juices.
Doing this a few times while kissing my lower back, he squeezes his hand between my body and the bed and rubs my clit.
It electrifies me, making me wild and insatiable.
“Top drawer, lube. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I’ve done this before, and I know there is no way in hell that cock of his will get anywhere in my ass comfortably.
We’ll need all the lube we can get.
He complies and does quick work in lubing himself and me, while warming and loosening me up.
He inserts the tip of his thumb into my hole, and then fully inserts it.
He continues to massage my clit, relaxing yet reeling me.
“God, I can’t wait to claim you as mine.”
“Claim me?” I fight back. “More like worship me.”
I push my ass against him, making sure he knows what ass he’ll be kissing, and he groans.
And like a good servant boy that he is, he kisses my ass and licks my hole, inserting a finger.
“My pleasure, wife. I’ll fucking worship every inch of you, every day.”
He grabs my hips and pulls me into him. He lubes himself again and slowly fills my ass with his hard, full cock.
I wince, his fullness stinging at first, stretching me farther than I’ve been in a while, but he eases me into it, never leaving my clit unattended.
I push back against him, wanting more.
Tanner Sharpe worshiping me, and literally kissing my ass, is something I’d gladly get used to.
Hell, if this is what being married to him is like, well then, call me Mrs. Sharpe.
The Capitalist Chronicle
Lingerie Lovers Leak Shocking Sex Tape
By Lis Langley
New York—Once again, fashion power couple Elsa Blakely and Tanner Sharpe, a.k.a. the Lingerie Lovers, have stunned the world and broken the internet. If you thought their lingerie leftnothing to the imagination, you should see their sex tape!
Not long after announcing their engagement, Blakely, CEO of Dirty Little Angel, and Sharpe, CEO of Pretty Little Vixen, appear to be getting a head start on their wedding night. The steamy sex tape is shot in Blakely’s home and is posted anonymously on YouTube. The couple could not be reached for comment, which means they aren’t complaining either.
Blakely, who recently returned to modeling after a long hiatus, seems to enjoy showing off her assets for the camera. If Dirty Little Angel lingerie is supposed to hug a woman’s curves without holding her back, Blakely really puts that to the test as she bends over backward to please her partner.
And where has Sharpe been all our lives? His strength, stamina, and sex appeal have left us speechless and reaching for our smelling salts. He goes full frontal about a minute into the sex tape.
We’re pleased to report that he’s even more imposing naked than he is in a Ralph Lauren suit, and that’s saying a lot. Still not convinced? Put the video in full screen mode to see it all.
Back to the couple’s engagement. From the looks of it, these two are ready for romance long before pressing the record button. The lights are low, the candles are lit, and there are two toothbrushes on the bathroom counter.
When they aren’t sweating, groaning, or panting, the bride- and groom-to-be can be heard having a very intimate conversation about their future together. The audio quality leaves a little to be desired, but at the 2:30 mark, Sharpe seems to be asking Blakely if he can put a baby in her.
And it appears he has good aim. Missionary position might be too conventional for some, but it gets the job done. And keep watching, because he’s about to flip her over.
Go ahead, Google it now. Although, if you’re reading this, you probably already have. It’s the most searched video on YouTube and a trending topic on Twitter and Facebook.
A blurred-out compilation of the highlights has made the rounds on all the morning talk shows. There aren’t enough filters on Instagram to hide it.
The video’s timing—just after the announcement of the couple’s collaboration on a new bridal collection—has led to some speculation that the pair are just doing it for the publicity it will bring to their upcoming fashion show. Together, the leaders of the world’s most coveted lingerie lines are destined to heat up the runway. But when the show’s over and they’re out of the spotlight, will they make it all the way to the aisle?
If the way they say “oh, yes” is any indication, they’re more than ready to say “I do.”
Chapter 22
Tanner
I don’t feel bad about it. Not one fucking part of me does.
And why should I? I just fucked Elsa Blakely. I’m happy for the world to see the proof.
I can see it in Elsa’s eyes, the way she moves toward me on the bed. She feels it, too. She feels the connection we share.
Whatever it is that was between us tonight is still right here.
I just wish I couldn’t see the reservation in Elsa’s eyes.
“Maybe we should watch it in case we need a reshoot,” Elsa says, staring at the USB drive that contains our sex tape.
“Eager for more, huh?”
Elsa scowls at me. “Leave it to you to find a way to make a joke at a time like this.”
I shake my head. “Relax, we had sex. Good sex. We can be serious about it if you want, but why ruin something beautiful?”
“We did this for a reason, so let’s really talk about it, Tanner. This is the rest of our lives we’re dealing with.” She grabs the USB and scoots off the bed. “I just don’t want it to change shit.”
“Why would we let it change anything? We’re adults. We made the tape because we chose to.”
“Because someone else chose for us, you mean.”
“We wanted this,” I reassure her. “You fucking know we both did.”
Elsa groans, placing her face in her hands. “I believe you. That’s the worst part.”
“Look, babe. Don’t make it bigger than what it is. We had sex. It was fucking great, and that tape is unbelievable. We looked amazing. Real. In fact, I’d say it’s our best work yet.”
“Done this before, have you?”
I scoff. “Please. If I had, you’d have watched it until your laptop gave out.”
“Okay, the next question, the,n is...do we release it?”
Elsa weighs the USB drive in her hand, looking at me like she’s trying to find a way out.
“Why wouldn’t we?” I ask. “I’m sure we got all your angles, angel.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“Make me.”
She bites her lower lip, pacing. “I just don’t know that it...you know. It doesn’t feel right.”
Typical fucking Elsa. All about the feelings.
“What are we talking about here, Elsa? Me and you? Or us and the tape?” I ask.
“The tape, Tanner. You and I were bound to end up in bed together. We’re cut from the same fucked-up cloth.”
“Leather or lace?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m not talking lingerie right now.”
“There’s no dilemma, Elsa. We said we’d make the tape. We made the tape. We said we’d release the tape. Let’s release the tape. If I’m fucked-up, then there’s no one I’d rather be fucked-up with than you.”
“And you don’t feel it?” she asks. “The...whatever. The wrongness.”
“We didn’t do a thing wrong, last night or ever. You’ve always felt right, and last night felt right, whether the camera was rolling or not.”
She narrows her eyes at me. If she paces any harder, she
’s going to walk right through the carpet and drop down into the floor below.
“I think you just want everyone to know that you fucked me.”
That’s...not inaccurate, if I’m being completely honest with myself.
“Maybe a little,” I tell her. “You make it seem like it’s something you want to get rid of or forget. Do you want to forget that we had sex, Elsa? Because I can honestly tell you I’m not sure if I can get the way you sound out of my mind, never mind the way you taste.”
She smiles to herself slightly.
“I don’t think I could forget it either,” she admits. “But...look. This little USB drive holds everything that we have between the two of us. Publicizing it...”
“Means we can keep our companies, and our employees can keep their jobs. We’re a team, remember?”
“A team,” Elsa says with a sigh. “Okay, yeah. Fuck it. Fine. What’s the worst that can happen?”
“I figured you had made a list of that already,” I tease.
I understand her hesitation. I really do. But I also understand that this is just one of those things that Elsa needs a little help working through...whether she wants to admit it or not.
“Just...don’t fuck me on this, Tanner,” she finally says.
Elsa sits back down on the bed and places the USB back between us again.
“Me fucking you on this was kind of the point, actually,” I point out.
And there it is again—that little smile on her gorgeous, perfect lips.
She reaches over and places her hand on top of mine.
We’re in this together...for better or worse and for the whole world to see.
Chapter 23
Elsa
“Hey, Katerina.”
“Hey, Elsa.”
It sounds like we’re saying hi, but what I’m really saying is, “What the fuck are you doing here?” and she’s saying, “None of your business, bitch.”
My ex-employee and former friend falls in line with Tanner’s other models, who are standing opposite mine, awaiting inspection.
We’re in the design room in Sharpe Tower, which Tanner has turned into a makeshift stage. He’s stretched a long piece of silk fabric along the floor to mark the runway.
The dress rehearsal is about to begin. As I look at my gorgeous new hires standing next to my ex-models, who are among the industry’s best, I can’t help but feel proud of the team I’ve assembled.
