I start going faster. I want it fast and hard, I want him to lash out at me with all the raging ferocity that he’s capable of.
As if he could read my mind, he places both his hands on my ass and, grabbing hard at my ass cheeks, he starts rocking his hips against mine faster, his cock hitting me deep inside my pussy with such demolishing strength that I can’t even tell right from left.
I try and match his rhythm, bucking my hips at him at such a quick pace that I start to run out of breath. But Scott doesn’t ease up – he keeps thrusting and thrusting, all of my senses completely overwhelmed by a feeling so damn pleasant it should be illegal.
He smacks my ass hard, grabbing my ass and feeling the sway of my body with his fingers. My muscles become tight and I know it’s coming – I surrender to that tidal wave of pleasure willingly and come again.
I scream so hard that I feel my throat growing sore.
I feel him tense up then but, acting by instinct, I tighten my pussy around his cock like a vice. I pull him out of me slowly, my body trembling as I do it. I roll to the side, my back against the couch.
“We’re not done yet,” I say, and he replies by placing his hands under my ass cheeks and lifting me up. I cross my legs on his lower back, placing one arm over his shoulder as he leans into me. He presses his body against mine and I do the rest, using my free hand to hold his cock into position.
With one hand under my neck and the other holding me by the waist, he rams his cock all the way in. He starts to thrust at me furiously, his thickness completely ravaging my inner walls.
I start moaning louder as his thrusts become almost unbearable, the strength with which he does it shaking me to the core. My skin is burning, my muscles are electrified, and my mind is boiling. Every single cell in me is devoted to one single thing: pleasure.
“It’s so…fucking…good…” I breathe out, the words getting out of me between thrusts. He says nothing; he just keeps on fucking me, pistoning into me as if he was put on Earth for the sole purpose of pleasuring me.
He fucks me without a trace of mercy, his cock pounding into me so fast and hard I can’t even tell if it’s coming or going. And who cares about that anyway? All that matters is that he’s inside of me, right where he belongs.
I can’t hold on much longer. My mind is going blank, each trust choking down all rational thoughts on my brain – it doesn’t take long for my body to start burning up, a river of volcanic pleasure coursing through my veins in boiling ecstasy.
“Oh my – ” I stop mid-sentence, a scream erupting out of me as I climax again, my legs letting go of him and kicking against the couch in uncontrollable ecstasy. I scream and moan, my muscles feeling numb as electric pleasure starts to pool inside of me, filling me up to the brim.
Scott
I stop thrusting and slowly pull out of her. I lean into her and kiss her lips once again.
She pulls out from my kiss and goes up to her feet, grabbing my hand.
“Let’s change the movie set, shall we?” She asks me with a devilish grin on her face. I follow her across the living room and into her bedroom.
“I won’t argue that one,” I reply with a chuckle. “You’re the head writer.”
We arrive at her bedroom and she wastes no time, guiding me straight to the bed. Then she lies down on her back and, grabbing me by the neck, forces me to follow after her. I’m prepared to part her inner lips and thrust again when I realize she has other intentions.
“Not yet,” she grins, reaching for my cock; she begins stroking it back and forth, her movements slow but steady.
“I want your cock right here,” she tells me firmly, pointing to the valley between her delicious breasts.
Smiling, I grab and pinch her nipples hard. Then, placing my shaft between her breasts, she squeezes my cock between them and I start to thrust.
Fuck, I’m going insane. The sight of her wicked expression, her breasts and my cock between them…yeah, I’m going fucking insane in here.
She keeps on squeezing my cock between her breasts for a long time, and I only stop when I feel the fire of ecstasy taking over me. Gritting my teeth, I take a deep breath and stop myself from coming right on time.
Grabbing my cock firmly, I close in on her and push her down the mattress, forcing her to lay down.
Slapping my cock against her pussy, I press my body against hers, her breasts mashed against my chest. She laces my neck with one arm, pulling me into her, and opens her mouth to kiss me.
As soon as our lips connect, I start thrusting, doing it as hard as I can. My thickness pushes her inner walls back as it slides all the way in.
I thrust hard right from the start, going deeper each time my cock slides inside her. Her eyes are closed and her mouth sings a sweet moan – the perfect soundtrack while I ravage her completely.
Feeling close to the point of no return, I pull out of her and hook my fingers on her thighs, making her roll to her stomach. I kneel on the bed, pulling her into me. She juts her ass back at me and props herself up with her elbows.
Her hair is disheveled, locks of it falling over her face, but she doesn’t seem to care. Neither do I. All that I care about is handing out a sweet beating on her drenched pussy.
Her body shivers as she feels my hands tracing the curves on her ass, my fingers finding her aching pussy lips and parting them with care. She moans as I press my large tip against her pussy, rubbing it up and down there. She wiggles her ass at me – she’s impatient, she doesn’t want to wait anymore, and she doesn’t want any teasing.
In a fraction of a second, I sheath my cock up to the hilt inside of her pussy. Moaning hard, she pushes her head down against the mattress, her hair cascading down her shoulders as she lets a string of moans escape from her lips.
Pistoning into her with a kind of savage violence, I reach for her breasts and flatten my hands against them, massaging her flesh and brushing my fingertips over her hard nipples.
She’s grabbing at the sheets hard, the intensity of what’s running through her veins completely mind numbing. She’s gritting her teeth, her whole body tensing up as she savors how my cock struggles against her tightness.
Then, as she tightens her pussy around my length, I slow down the pace, taking my time to appreciate how it feels to be deep inside of her and have her inner walls trying to choke my thick cock.
Only after taking a few deep breaths do I start picking up the pace once more. She screams, and all I can hear is her voice and my thighs slapping her ass, the sound of it filling the entire room.
Slowly, I slide my right hand to her clit and star rubbing it. With the other hand, I grab a handful of hair and yank on it, fucking her as hard as I can.
It doesn’t take long for her to come again.
She’s screaming, and she’s screaming hard. I pulled my cock out of her, and she just collapses on the mattress. But she still has some strength left. Half staggering, she gets on her knees, grabs me by the neck, her mouth close to mine, and forces me to lay down.
Then, she climbs on top of me, her wetness rubbing against my thighs.
Kayla leans into me and sways her chest over my face, enjoying the look on my face as her breasts jiggle right over my eyes. I take one hand to her ass and the other to one of her breasts. I lift my head and wrap my lips around her hard nipple, sucking on it with such violent desire that she can’t help but close her eyes and sigh harshly, all air leaving her lungs at once.
Incapable of holding her desire any longer, she starts sliding down my body, rubbing her pussy against me. When she reaches my thighs, she grabs my throbbing cock with her eager fingers and moves her hand up and down a few times. She points it upwards, angling my tip, and eases herself down.
She sways her hips back and forth for a while, but soon enough she’s jumping up and down my cock as fast as she can. I keep thrusting as she does, matching her rhythm.
She keeps riding me, going like that for what seems like an eternity, going from riding my co
ck to simply jumping up and down over it. I feel thick beads of sweat dripping down my head, and their saltiness stings my eyes.
Still with my cock inside her, she lifts herself up on the mattress slightly, raising her knees and supporting herself with only her feet. It’s like she never injured her foot. Maybe it was all just a plot to get close to me.
Fuck, she’s so good at this I don´t think I can take it much longer without coming. She’s squatting over me, my cock pointing straight up and ready to be buried deep inside of her once more.
Using the last strength remaining in her body, she starts lowering herself on my cock and then going back up. She screams each time she goes down, my cock so deep inside of her that she can’t help but force herself further down, eager to have every single inch of my shaft burning inside of her.
I almost believe that my size doesn’t matter – her desire is so wicked, so all-consuming and fierce, that I just know she’d take me no matter what.
I feel my cock pulsing harshly inside of her, all of my body tensing up, and she makes one last effort to not slow down. I’m gritting my teeth and, in an instant, my muscles become even more taut as my cock starts spasming violently inside of her, shooting all my cum inside her. My warm seed fills her up and starts dripping down to her thighs, falling in thick droplets on the sheets – but she doesn’t stop.
She doesn’t want to stop.
She continues forcing herself down, and a few seconds later she’s coming, pleasure violently raging through her. She’s high on sex, high on my pulsing cock inside her. And as my shaft continues spasming, my load shooting deep into her, she moans so hard that her voice starts quivering.
We keep coming for a long while, the seconds ticking away as the fire of ecstasy consumes us both. Only when I become still does she roll to the side and lay down on the mattress, her limbs sprawled.
I didn’t even notice it before, but I’m covered in sweat, my hair plastered to my face.
Fuck, who’d have thought that Kayla would be such a goddess between the sheets?
Kayla
I remove the icepack from my ankle and rub some cream on it. Back at the freezer, I grab some ice cream and start eating it straight from the tub. Angela is a firm believer in eating the stuff straight from the container in times of emotional overloads. And I’m suffering from emotional overload.
Armed with spoon and box, I limp back to my laptop. I wait for the screen to come to life and try my hardest to push vivid images of this afternoon out of my mind.
Time for some work, Kayla, I think to myself. You’ve had your fun, and now you need to concentrate.
Easier said than done, I discover.
I sigh and randomly type some words onto the screen. At least now it doesn’t look so empty. What a sad habit.
Failure, you’re a failure. The words haunt me. I can’t afford to screw up this project.
I must succeed.
For further inspiration, I take another spoonful of ice cream. I revel in the cold, sweet texture sliding along my tongue and down my throat. Not as good as swallowing all of Scott, but it’s satisfying in its own way.
Briefly, I imagine Scott’s body covered in ice cream and the pleasure I’d have in licking it off, my tongue working its way from chest to belly to between his legs. I sigh.
I can still feel his tongue working its magic between my legs.
I shake my head. What am I doing? There’s no time to indulge in fantasies of our sexual escapade earlier today.
If I don’t start writing, Ed will have me killed, or worse, he’ll see to it that I would be fired.
I change my tactic.
Quickly my fingers move across the keyboard to pull up my scene map. My scene map is like a mind map, except it depicts different scenes in the series.
Instead of writing, I will focus on creating individual scenes. Any progress is going to be better than nothing at all.
I reread the first series and then open up my notes on series two. But try as I might to concentrate, my thoughts are not cooperating.
Brad. Scott. Scott. Brad.
Kill one of them. Ian’s off-limits
Those things invade my mind like weeds invading the lawn.
It’s no use. There’s no way I’m going to be doing any work tonight.
There’s only one thing to do. I go back into the kitchen and grab a wine glass. A bottle of red is taken from my wine rack, and once my glass if full, I make myself comfortable on the couch.
With my left hand I hold my glass and with my right hand I flick through my contacts. Ah, there it is.
After the third ring, I get worried. What if she doesn’t pick up? What will I do then?
“Hello, stranger,” a familiar voice greets me after the eighth ring.
“Hey, Ange.” I take a sip of my wine. For the umpteenth time, I lament the fact my best friend is out of town at the moment.
Why has she chosen this week to take a little break? It’d have been much better if she were around. A girl’s night would be awesome.
“What have you been up to?”
I sigh. Where do I start?
“That bad, is it?” Angela asks before I can reply to her question.
“You know me too well.” I laugh. “I don’t know where to start.”
It’s true. What do I unburden first, the problem about work or the problem of fucking my two leads?
“Ed’s being a dick,” I start, and I hear Angela laugh. Instantly I feel better.
“What else is new?” Angela says, and I’m reminded how Angela had a run-in with Ed last year. It wasn’t pretty, but from what she said, Ed came off looking worse from the incident than she did.
“Well,” I start and try and work out how to put it to her. “He’s interfering with my creative side. He just barged into my office the other day to tell me I have to kill off one of the leads in the show.”
“Is that all?” Angela sounds indifferent.
“I don’t think it’s time to kill one of them, and besides…” I falter.
There’s laughter from Angela.
“Let me guess, you’re screwing one of them?”
Luckily, Angela can’t see me go bright red like a tomato. Wait till she hears the rest of my story.
“Anyway, why don’t you kill that loser Ian? He’s a wanker anyway.”
Good old Ange, not one to shy away from saying it as she sees it.
“That’s just the problem. Ed told me Ian’s off-limits.”
Silence.
“But even if he wasn’t off-limits,” I continue, “I don’t think the show is ready for losing one of the brothers. I mean…it is meant to be about three brothers, not two and their deceased brother.”
I pause to take a sip of my wine. “Although you could maybe delve into that ghost stuff, you know? Like they did in that other show.”
“I don’t think Ian has the talent to play a ghost,” Angela points out.
I groan. “And he’s off-limits.”
“I heard. Can’t you do that? Just kill one of the guys and have him come back as a ghost…that way, you’re only changing his character. Solved. Easy.”
More wine dances across my tongue, tantalizing my taste buds. Briefly, I contemplate the story line put forward by Ange before I dismiss it. Ed would never go for it.
“It wouldn’t work.”
“What’s the other problem?”
“I’ve had the best sex ever with Brad,” I confess, and Ange chuckles.
“And since when is that a problem? About time you loosened up and looked after your sex life. You and Angelo were never meant to be together.”
“And then today,” I continue, ignoring the reference to Angelo. Angelo has been shelved over twelve months ago, after I found him banging his personal assistant. “I fucked Scott.”
I wait for the rebuke.
“I still can’t see the problem?”
“Are you serious?” I rouse on my best friend. “Have you been listening? I’m havin
g sex with two different guys.”
As I say it out loud, I groan inwardly. When did my life become so complicated?
What had happened to my goal of becoming a successful screenwriter, find a supportive man, live in a nice mansion downtown along with all the other successful writers and…and what? Be bored out of my brain?
“Lighten up, Kay,” Angela says.
“Easy for you to say.” I grumble. “You’ve always been more adventurous than me.”
I’m sure Angela doesn’t tell me everything that’s going on in her life. She’s a wild one.
“About time for you to catch up. Enjoy it and see where it takes you. I wish I had two spunks like Brad and Scott lust after me.”
We laugh. We both know Angela is not short on admirers.
“But what am I going to do?” I persist.
“Enjoy it.”
“What about this killing off scene? How can I kill either Brad or Scott?” I know the minute I do, our relationship will be over. Am I selfish in not wanting it to end with either one of them?
“You need to think creative. You’re the writer. You’ll work something out.”
Angela sounds full of optimism.
“But I still don’t know what to do about Brad and Scott.” I know I sound like a broken record, but I can’t help it.
“Again you need to think creatively. You might not need to choose between either one of them.”
I frown. What does she mean?
“You’re not suggesting…?” I hesitate. Is she really suggesting I keep both going at the same time?
“I’m suggesting you’re making a mountain out of a molehill. How do you know they would be against doing it with you,” Angela pauses, “together?”
“At the same time?” I blurt the question out before I can stop myself.
“Duh.”
“I don’t know. That sort of bad girl stuff doesn’t suit me.”
“How do you know?”
I bite my bottom lip. “Because I’m not like that. You’re like that.”
“About time you get with the program, girl.” Angela laughs before I hear her talk to someone else.
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