by Taylor Grace
He repeated the slow motion a few times and Carrie was so intensely taken by the sensations that she started to shout even louder. “This is so good. Please, Don’t stop.”
She was on the verge of the most glorious orgasm she had ever experienced when he said, “I’m going to fuck you hard now and you are going to come for me, naughty girl. But only when I tell you.”
He started pounding in her so hard that she seemed to lose awareness of everything except the incredible sensation growing larger and larger inside her. She was overtaken by the amount of heat filling her body. As he thrust into her again and again, she felt a buildup inside her unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was increasing to unimaginable proportions until she could no longer hold it. She was praying for him to let her come.
He pounded in her one more time and shouted. “Come for me.”
She was so relieved to not have to hold it anymore that the waves of pleasure combined into an ocean taking her entire being onto the shore of release. She let herself go and gave in to the most glorious orgasm she had ever had. She was shouting her pleasure. She’d never felt anything like it.
***
Now that she found herself alone in the bathroom, Carrie wondered how it had all happened. One minute she’d been thanking her lucky stars for an incredible opportunity to interview Dalton, and the next she was bent over on the couch with him inside her.
Once it was over, she’d excused herself, telling him she needed to freshen up. But in truth, she just needed to gather her emotions.
She’d never before behaved like that and let a man command her into submission, but judging from the glorious orgasm she’d just had, it was all worth it.
But then she remembered her job, she’d been right there, alone with him, but did not get an interview and she couldn’t possibly write about what had happened.
She got out of the bathroom, hoping she might still somehow salvage the meeting to get something she could use for her article, but Dalton was nowhere to be found.
She felt confused: did he just take off after getting what he wanted. How could she have been such a fool? Of course, he was a rock star and probably did that all the time.
She was just another groupie to him.
He’d gotten his way with her and had left her empty ended. She would have to pretend that this never happened because if her boss learnt that she’d let herself get fucked instead of taking advantage of the opportunity of a lifetime, he’d surely fire her and she wouldn’t even blame him for doing so.
Carrie only had one thing in mind: get out of here as quickly as possible and go home to hide her total humiliation and embarrassment.
She gathered her belongings and stepped out of the room, trying to make sure no one would see her. She was walking down the hallway when she heard a familiar voice behind her.
“Hey, where are you going pretty girl?”
She turned around and here he was—just as handsome as ever.
“Uh, I thought you’d left.”
“Left? What kind of a professor would do that? Beside, we have an interview to do.” His eyes twinkled with mischief. “I wouldn’t want you to leave without finishing your homework.”
“You mean a real interview?”
“Sure, I think you deserve it. Don’t you?”
She grinned back at him. “Actually, yes. I do. Can I get my recorder this time?”
“Hurry up before I change my mind,” he sighed.
***
Carrie couldn’t believe her luck. She interviewed Dalton for more than two hours and he answered every question she asked, giving her so much material that she felt confident this would be a major kick for her career.
He made sure she had everything she needed to write a great article.
As she packed her stuff, she couldn’t help but ask him.
“You never give interviews. Why me?”
He looked at her and smiled. “I don’t know. Just a feeling I got when I first looked into you eyes. Is that too corny?”
She felt as though she’d had the breath knocked out of her, and just shook her head, finally getting out the words. “No, it’s very sweet.”
His words filled her heart with gentle warmth and she knew that under the wild rock star facade, this was a man of integrity. She couldn’t help but notice that he had touched her heart and despite trying to hide to herself what she was feeling, she knew that she had already fallen for him.
Falling for a huge rock star with girls throwing themselves at him night and day—really smart, Carrie.
She knew it was foolish. As great a guy as Dalton was, this wouldn’t go past what they’d shared for this brief moment in time. And she would have to accept that, as hard and painful as it might be.
“Hey, you know, I’d love to see you again, Carrie,” Dalton said. His eyes made contact with hers once more and suddenly she felt that maybe it wasn’t going to be so simple after all.
“I—I’d like that,” she replied softly.
“Come by my hotel tomorrow morning?”
Carrie’s heartbeat pumped faster into her chest. He wanted to spend more time with her. She’d been overtaken with emotions as she heard him pronounce those words and she couldn’t wait to see him again.
“That sounds great. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“And don’t forget to bring your homework with you so I can correct it,” he said, giving her a wink.
THE END
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