With a single movement he pulls my thong off, making it slide down my legs; I balance it on one foot for a second, and then just kick it across Brad’s living room.
I sway my hips, but he takes his other hand and holds me in place by the hips.
Slowly parting my pussy lips, he takes his finger all the way up my crevice, and only then does he brush his fingertip against my clitoris
I exhale sharply, his fingertips caressing my wet lips with a maddening gentleness. He keeps his soft rhythm and slowly drives me to the edge with his touch. Ah, I love it.
Suddenly, he slides a second finger inside me and starts upping the pace. His fingers slide in and out my insides while he´s rubbing and pressing on my clit with his thumb.
I’m screaming now, and I’m also moaning. God, I don’t even know which one I’m doing. I can’t see straight, I can’t hear a thing. In this exact moment, the only thing my mind can process is the way Brad’s fingering me, pushing me toward the edge of ecstasy.
I moan, feeling everything in me burning up, from my toes to the tip of my hair. I moan between my gritted teeth, my pussy tightening around his fingers as I come.
After a few seconds, and without a word, he goes up to his feet and picks me up from the couch. Carrying me in his arms, he makes no detours – he crosses the living room and goes up the stairway, In the upper floor of his house, he goes straight for the bedroom, gently placing me down on the mattress.
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I lay myself next to her and find myself thinking, knowing in my heart that no woman has ever made me feel like this. And no, I’m not talking about the sex only. There’s that, of course, but it goes way deeper than just our bodies. It’s something…different.
At least for me.
I’m not used to this feelings shit.
I roll to the side, my body meeting hers as I reach for her lips. As we kiss once again, I position myself between her knees, keeping them wide. I can feel her body still shivering from the last orgasm.
Then I take my mouth from hers, brushing my lips down her body. I grab a pillow and put it under her ass, lifting up her thighs a bit more. By now, she has already realized what I’m going to do.
“I want it…now,” she moans.
“Patience is a virtue,” I grin, mischievousness making my heart drum fast. I move away from her pussy to look at her. Her eyes are closed, her skin prickled.
I start running my fingertips up and down her inner thighs, avoiding her pussy, which is making her impatient.
“Come on…I want it,” she continues, grabbing my hair, trying to bring me closer to her pussy.
I gently press my lips against her inner thighs, kissing them first, and then licking them, drawing a line that reaches closer and closer to her wetness. Then I finally touch her, her lips allowing the escape of a moan of pure pleasure.
With my fingertips I trace the outline of her outer lips, and then go back to her inner thighs. She’s becoming insane, her fingers tangled on my hair, her thighs moving fast in order to become closer to my mouth, her whole body wanting to feel the warmth of my tongue inside her.
I slowly start kissing and sucking her inner lips, while I slip one finger inside her wetness, as deep as I can, and hold it there.
Then, I move it in and out at an increasing speed. At the same time, I reach for her clit with my tongue, pressing it there.
I begin to move my tongue in circular motions around her clit while fingering her, now faster and harder than before.
It doesn’t take too long until her legs wrap around my neck, and she thrusts her pussy against my face, her whole body tensing up.
I love doing this. Her smell, her taste.
This woman really got me good.
She lets out a scream, one loud enough to be heard for miles. Her whole body twitches as she comes, her pussy tightening around my fingers again.
Giving her no time to rest, I position myself on top of her and she laces her legs around me.
I allow my tip to part her drenched folds and, the moment her inner lips are wrapped around the head of my cock, all hell breaks loose. My thick shaft strains against her inner walls on the way in, stretching her wide.
I thrust my cock deep into her in a single movement, burying all my length inside her aching pussy. My long inches move fast, stabbing her violently fast, as she screams as loud as she can.
She can’t hold out any longer. She bites her lip against a loud moan as her entire body is flooded with intense pleasure. Each thrust of my cock sends another powerful shockwave through her body, her toes curling and her fingers digging hard into my back.
Moving fast, her movements fluid and desperate, she kneels on the mattress and forces me to lay down.
She grabs my cock and, wanting to have me inside her mouth once more, she leans towards me, engulfing me with her lips straight away. Grabbing her hair, I push my cock down her mouth, pushing through my last inches until her lips are touching the root of my length.
As her mouth moves up and down my cock, I groan softly. She reaches one hand up to circle the base so she can take my cock all the way into her throat. She holds it there for a moment, moving up and down enough to rub my head against the inside of her throat. Pulling away, she circles her tongue around my head as she gasps for air, her hands working my while she catches her breath.
But more than having me in her mouth, she needs me inside her pussy again.
I just need to feel her warm pussy around my cock again.
She lets go of my cock as I get out of the bed.
“Come here, Kayla.”
She comes without any hesitation and I force her to turn around and bend over the edge of the bed.
Massaging her ass cheeks, I slide one hand between her legs and rub my fingers from her clit to her ass, and then ease myself into her. She presses her forehead against the mattress, sweat trickling down her back, as my cock parts her pussy lips and lodges itself deep inside her once more.
She juts her ass back and starts swaying her hips slightly, moving them from side to side as she rocks her body against mine at the same time.
I press into her with all my weight, going as deep as I can.
I enjoy the feeling of every inch of my cock sinking inside her pussy, as I slap her ass.
With every thrust I speed up gradually until I am fucking her mercilessly. One of my hands rests on her lower back and I wrap the other around her hip, fingers digging into the curve where her hip meets her thigh so I can fuck her even deeper than before. I admire the red prints left on her ass by my hand, one of my fingers teasing over the tender skin.
She’s gritting her teeth, each thrust I make making her body tense up. I keep my relentless pace.
This is fucking perfection.
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He keeps on upping his pace until I just can’t take it anymore. I throw my head back, my hair falling down my shoulders, and let out one mighty scream, loud enough for every single person in the whole city to hear it.
“So good,” I purr as I feel the smooth fingers of an orgasm caressing my mind.
Slowly, he pulls his huge cock out of my pussy and let go of my hips, allowing me to collapse on the bed. I tilt my head to the side, contemplating his face, beads of sweat running down his forehead, as he sits on the mattress by my side, his legs crossed.
“Don’t tell me you’re already tired.” He grins, his mouth reaching for mine and falling perfectly on my lower lip.
“I want more. I’ll never be tired of you. Of us.”
Oh my God, I can’t believe I said that.
He smiles. With some strength back in my legs, I get up and jump into him, wrapping them around his waist.
I grab his cock and place it right on my pussy, its tip resting on top of my inner lips. He bucks his hips at me, my inner folds parting and engulfing his thick head. His lips curl into a grin and, before I can even prepare for it and ease myself down, he grabs me by the waist.
He holds me in place as he thrusts hard. The moment his shaft slides inside of me, it’s as if my body is burning from the inside out. I lean more into him, my fingers clawing at his shoulders as I begin to ride him as fast as I possibly can, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
I lean into him, my lips looking for his, and I kiss him once again. Surrendering to lust, I explore his whole mouth with my tongue, our thighs moving in a frenetic dance.
Pulling back from his kiss, I let a loud moan erupt on my lips and I drag my fingernails across his shoulder blades harder enough to draw blood.
Every single muscle in my body tenses up, becoming as hard as concrete, and my inner walls tighten up around his thick shaft once more. Then, before I can even process what’s happening, I’m hit by a veritable bomb of pleasure.
My eyes roll in their orbits, and it feels like as if both my lungs, my heart, and my brain have turned into balls of fire.
And I come again.
He pulls out from me, but he doesn’t need to be told what to do. I haven’t even had the time to breathe and he’s already behind me, slapping my ass and rubbing his thick fat cock over my pussy as I wiggle my ass.
He rams it in me in an instant and, before I can even control myself, I let out a violent scream. He’s ramming me so hard, I lose all notion of where I am – I don’t care about anything anymore.
Still inside of my pussy, he places his long fingers over my cheeks from side to side, and a shiver goes up my side as I feel his fingertips over my crack. Noticing it, he spreads my cheeks wide and then starts caressing the gap. He stops right over my asshole then, pressing gently there.
“Oh, God,” I gasp as he starts pushing his finger inside my ass, the movement of my body growing more erratic and violent. He truly drives me crazy, there’s no doubt about it. And that’s exactly the way I want it.
He starts fingering me as I rock my body back and forth, waves of pleasure crashing against my body as I forget to breathe.
Then, he pulls his cock out of pussy and his fingers off my crack, and presses his tip on my ass hole.
He goes all the way deep inside me, and I scream with pleasure. He starts thrusting and I push my ass back, allowing him to go deeper and deeper.
With one hand he holds my waist, and with the other he reaches for my clit, rubbing it with his almost magical fingertips.
After that, his fingers leave my clit and start running over the length of my pussy, up and down, while he fucks my ass good, no mercy left to his movements.
I can´t even describe what I’m feeling right know. I’m dizzy, my whole body focused on his movements as I try to keep up with his pace. I’m drunk in sex, sweating pleasure through my bare pores.
He starts fingering my pussy at the same time, and I don’t think I can hold much longer without coming, that wave of pleasure forming itself on every cell of my body.
His body is becoming tense too, the hand he had placed on my waist now running up through my body, reaching for my breasts.
“Don´t stop…Don´t…you…fucking…stop!” I scream at the same rhythm he thrusts.
He groans and doesn´t stop, going even harder than before. As my insides tighten around his shaft, I can feel him spasming inside my ass, unleashing a torrent of cum that starts dripping down my legs.
Still with my back turned to him, I close my eyes.
He pulls out of me and my skin prickles as I hear his hard breathing. A fraction of a second later and I feel thick ropes of cum falling on my back, crisscrossing over my naked skin.
“Oh, God,” I moan, throwing myself on top of the mattress as I try to catch my breath, my body being devoured by flames of pleasure.
“This was so fucking good,” he whispers, throwing himself on top of the mattress as if he’s about to pass out. I guess I’m not the only exhausted person in here.
“Everything’s good when I’m with you,” I find myself saying, and my heart grows tight as I realize what I’ve just said.
First Scott, now Brad…what’s happening to me?
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Left, right, right left—I move my feet quickly. My hands pommel the little punching bag hanging on my veranda in the same rhythm. Little beads of sweat are forming at the base of my neck.
The ding on my phone lets me know I’ve done five minutes. I stop, take a sip of water, and start again.
Another twenty of these and I’ve done my workout for the day. I might even go for a bit of a run.
It takes me some time to realize the strange sound I’ve been trying to ignore is someone knocking at my front door.
I bounce through my apartment, trying not to lose my momentum. I’m not expecting anyone, so I know I’ll be short and quick. If it’s religious recruiters, I’ll be short and rude, and if it’s charity collectors, I’ll be reasonably polite and short.
Either way, I’ll be short.
“Hey, man. How’s it going?”
I stop dancing on the spot. I’m not going to be quick after all.
“Not bad. And you?”
Brad pats me on the shoulder.
“Great.”
“Do you want to come in?”
He nods, and I lead the way.
Brad looks at my punching bag.
“Those any good?”
I nod and take another sip of water.
“They’re great for letting off steam.” And boy have I been letting off steam. I could have powered an entire steam train for a hundred miles or so over the last few days.
Brad throws little punches at it. The bag barely moves.
I walk over and give him a demo.
“Nice moves, showoff,” Brad says and sits down. “Seen Kayla lately?”
The question throws me off.
“I see her everyday…like you, at work.”
Brad laughs. “Come on, man, I know she’s hot for you. I mean, after the punch-up the other day and the fallout.”
“She said she was okay.”
Brad nods.
“She’s a tough one. But I think she’s really suffering the way Ed treats her. And that dead shit Ian.”
“Don’t get me started on those two.” I hold up my hands. “They don’t deserve to be working with someone like Kayla. She loves her job and takes it really serious.”
“I know.” Brad nods. “I think we need to help her.”
I look at Brad.
“Really? What’d you have in mind?”
Brad leans forward and stares at his hands.
“We need to find stuff on those two.”
“What sort of stuff?” I hadn’t heard anything bad about Ed or Ian, except that Ian was fucking hopeless and Ed a dickhead. It’s hardly the sort of thing you can use against someone.
“You know we need to find their weak spot. Get someone to dig up some dirt on them.” Brad seems to have given this a lot of thought.
I scratch my head.
“I guess. But what if they don’t have anything?”
Brad laughs.
“Trust me, dude, they’re bound to have some dirt on them. We need to dig. He who shall dig will find.”
We both laugh.
“You just made that up.”
Brad nods.
“Duh, but it sounds good.”
“Drink?”
Brad looks at his watch.
“Suppose. It’s after lunch.”
When I come back with two beers, Brad is standing in the living room, studying my music collection.
“Does Kayla know?” I ask and hand Brad his beer.
Brad looks over at me.
“Know what?”
“Your plan of digging up some dirt.”
Brad takes a drink before he replies,
“Nope, she wouldn’t agree to it anyway. You know what’s she’s like—too nice for her own good.”
I nod.
“She’s great, isn’t she? Gorgeous, sexy, smart, and so goddamn hot.”
“Not to mention a fa
ntastic fuck.”
We toast Kayla with our beer bottles.
“We need to look after her.”
I agree. “We all want the same thing. Kayla wants us to stay on the show, and we want to stay on the show and want Kayla to stay as head writer.”
“And we all want Ian to piss off and for Ed to disappear off the face of the earth.”
“So how do we get rid of Ian?” I persist.
I think Brad has more of a plan than he’s telling me. If this is the case, I think he should share. After all, two minds can be better than one.
“I haven’t worked out all the details yet. But I think the first step is to find someone to get any dirt on both Ian and Ed. With any luck, there’s some kind of connection.”
I cringe at the word connection.
“You’re not suggesting a connection as in Ed and Ian, are you?” I’m not against two blokes at all. I’ve even played a gay guy once, but the thought of those two gives me the creeps.
Brad laughs.
“No way. No man or woman would want either of those jerks.”
I think to back on everything I’ve read about Ian. I draw a blank.
“I think we’ll be scratching to find something on Ian. He’s so dull I’ve never read anything about him in any of the gossip columns.”
“Me neither, but there must be something there.” Brad takes another swig out of his bottle. “It’s odd that Ian only works on series or films Ed has something to do with.”
I hadn’t picked this up. Smart man, our Brad.
“Okay, so let’s see what we can find.” I agree.
“I’ve got my assistant trying to dig up as much as she can.”
I scratch my neck.
“I know this PI. He’s good, very good. I’ll pay him a visit, and we’ll see what he can find.”
“To Kayla,” we both toast again.
“Let’s vow to make sure nothing happens to our Kayla,” I say.
Brad echoes, “Hear, hear.”
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