by Hart, Lane
"Jesus," he mutters, threading both of his hands through my hair when I pull back and increase suction. His heavy-lidded eyes stay on me, chest rising and falling with his rapid, open mouth, panting breaths. That salty taste hits my tongue again when I start cramming him down my throat as far as I can go. Very thankful for my lack of a gag reflex at the moment, I’m almost able to take him all. I swallow several times around the fullness, which causes his groan of pleasure to end in a choking gasp. Now that I have a hand free, I use it to cup his balls, noticing they’re already pulled up tight to his body. He’s definitely about to blow.
“Ahh! Ah fuck!” Linc exclaims above me as I squeeze his sac. His grip on my hair tightens as he pulls my mouth off of him.
"What's your recovery time?" I ask, before I make him come. It would be a shame if all he got was a blowjob for fifteen thousand dollars. Now grasping his outer thighs, I lean forward and swirl my tongue around the swollen head of his cock, and then lick a path down the underside, causing his hips to jerk forward.
"Wh-what?" he stutters as he tries to catch his breath.
"After you come, how long does it take for you to be ready to fuck again?"
His response is a crooked grin. "Don’t worry, baby. I won’t keep you waitin’. After I come in your mouth, my cock will still be just as long and rock hard.”
Yeah, we’ll see about that.
I wrap my lips around his length again and look up, silently telling him that I want him to take control. His eyes close on a groan before he looks back down at me. Combing his fingers through my hair, he brushes it all back from my face and then gathers it in one of his hands like a makeshift ponytail. With the other hand, he cups my jaw before slowly and deliberately thrusting his hips forward, gradually pushing his cock into my mouth an inch at a time before withdrawing it just as leisurely. He repeats this process again and again, without ever speeding up. It’s definitely different from the yanking my head forward so that my mouth bobs frantically on his length method like most guys would’ve done, especially in a porno. No, the way he’s holding up my hair and caressing my face, all while keeping his steady, heated gaze intently on mine, it’s like he’s savoring every single second of fucking my mouth. Making love to my mouth would probably be a more accurate description, if there was such a ridiculous thing. He’s somehow managed to make a blowjob seem intimate and tender, rather than crass and disrespectful. Infuriating man! Who agrees to do a porno and then doesn’t follow tradition? Linc Abrams apparently.
“Gahhh!” he growls when I increase my suction. “Fuckin’ amazin’, Mandy.”
Well, they'll have to edit that out. Doesn't he know he's supposed to refer to me as Eve? Maybe he's too worked up to remember that sort of insignificant thing, and damn it sucks so much hearing him say my sister’s name instead of mine. There’s not much time for me to wallow in pity because Linc’s hips jerk and then his thick, warm release pulses down my throat. I swallow every drop he gives me.
"Oh God. If you don't take your mouth off of me...I swear I'm gonna come again," he warns.
I pull back and have barely wiped the saliva away from my mouth when he hits his knees. Reaching for me, he sweeps my bent legs out from under me as he tackles me down to the floor, his hand on the back of my head cushioning the fall as he kisses me hungrily. Once we’re horizontal his warm palm ventures up my sweater and squeezes my breast through my bra, all while his free flying cock is, as he claimed, rock hard again, trying to hammer its way into the crotch of my jeans. The combination of both sensations has my back arching off the ground and my hips writhing, wanting less clothes in the way and more friction.
"I want you naked," he says echoing my sentiments as his lips move lower to suck on my neck. "Can I please get you outta these fuckin’ clothes?"
"Yes," I quickly respond. The way he asked...he sounded uncertain, even though he knows I'm a sure thing.
Since I’m pretty damn excited about finally seeing all of him completely naked, I unzip his hoodie so he can shrug it off, then I pull his t-shirt up and over his head, leaving behind only the silver ball necklace with several small charms, like the one with the name of someone he unfortunately lost. Thomas. I can’t help but wonder who he was, and since now is not exactly a good time to ask I may never find out. The thought of never seeing Linc again after this makes my eyes burn. I blink the tears away and try to distract myself from those depressing thoughts.
"The rest," I say, indicating he should remove the jeans and boxer briefs that are still on because of his shoes.
"Okay," he replies, his lips against my ear and breathing ragged. "But I get to do you."
With one graceful move he's off the floor and undressing as I lie back and watch. He is...damn, he's so freaking hot. No wonder he doesn't mind being in a porno. His tall frame is pure muscle, not a single inch of fat. Nope, just rippling pecs, abs, and biceps. Even his shoulders are sculpted. Although, what I'm guessing he's most proud of are those deep pelvic indentions highlighting his enormous cock like two magnificent spotlights. There go the angels again, singing their praise to God for creating such physical perfection.
"You are a very gorgeous and very well-endowed man, Linc Abrams," I tell him honestly, knowing that comment won’t be edited out.
He grins as he lowers himself back down on top of me. "If that's what you think about me, then there are no words to describe you. Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy as fuck? None of those really seem to work." He grabs the hem of my sweater and lifts it until I sit up for him to pull it off. Then he's working on my jeans, sliding them down my legs, only pausing long enough to remove my boots. His eyes never leave my now mostly exposed body. Once I'm left wearing only my panties and bra, he leans down and kisses me deeply, slowly before pulling away. "You are too mesmerizin’ and divine for this world, baby."
He sounds sincere, but the words seem out of place to describe a woman who he thinks fucks men for money. Yeah it might be for movies, but it seems just as lowly as prostitution. There's not much time for me to think about my sister’s profession any longer because Linc's fingers hook in the waistband of my purple thong panties and yank them off of me, so that I'm left lying naked before him except for my matching purple and black lace bra. Thank goodness I wore one of the nicest, matching sets that I own. I had no idea this is where I would end up tonight.
Spreading my thighs wide open, Linc holds them both down in a tight grip, lowers his head and then stops suddenly. I barely refrain from pushing on his shoulders, protesting the delay.
“You don’t…” Linc starts, but lowers his eyes to where his hands are stroking my thighs. “I mean…with your…profession and all…”
“Linc?” I prompt him, wishing he’d just spit it out already.
“They um, test you all the time right? Not that I think you would have anything…I just mean one of the guys could…”
Oh my God. I slap a palm over my eyes in embarrassment that we’re having this conversation right now. But I can’t really blame him since he thinks I’m practically a whore.
“That’s very...responsible of you,” I say, and have to clear the mortification from my throat. “But I’m definitely clean.”
“Sorry,” he says with a blush reddening his cheeks. “Now I’m gonna make you forget I ever asked that question.” He doesn’t waste any more time dipping his head, licking a path right along the folds of my pussy.
"Uhh!" I moan as my eyes close in bliss. My body automatically tries to buck, but Linc uses his strong hands to prevent my pelvis from moving as the tip of his tongue pokes and prods every inch of my most sensitive flesh. "Don’t stop. Please don't stop," I beg without any inhibitions as the warm pressure starts to build low and deliciously in the exact spot his mouth is working.
"Not until I make your legs shake a few times," he says against my clit, which causes an involuntary shudder to run through me. When he slips two fingers inside my pussy and his mouth closes around my swollen pulsing flesh, I lose all coherence in a str
ing of curses that include repeating his name and God's. There's no self-consciousness whatsoever about the convulsions that rock my body or how loud I come, since it's not really me being recorded, it's Eve. Hell, even if the world knows it's me, at the moment it feels too fucking good to care. My legs definitely shake, more than once.
My eyes are still closed when I feel Linc remove my bra before mounting me, urgent and desperately, his mouth moving hot and greedy over my neck. The weight of his much larger, muscular body presses down on mine in that incredibly arousing, deliciously primal male way. It’s a position that says, I’ve got you exactly where I want you, woman, and you’re not goin’ anywhere until I’m finished fuckin’ your brains out. I make happy, approving hums until the head of his cock slips into my soaking wet entrance, causing my eyes to fly open.
"Condom?" I ask frantically, since I’m not on birth control.
"Of course, baby," he says softly before his lips come down on mine again. A little more of his cock slides inside me which is when I realize we have a problem. I haven't been with a man in...well, awhile, and he's huge. My sister who takes large cocks for a living probably wouldn't have any problem accommodating…Nessie, but me on the other hand…even dripping with arousal I can't help but wince.
"You okay?" Linc asks to which I nod in response. "You sure? Because you are...really fuckin’ tight." He pushes himself up to look at my face, forehead wrinkled, and confusion clear on his handsome face.
"I'm fine," I say, pulling his mouth back down to mine so he won’t say anything else that could give away my identity.
The longer we kiss the more relaxed I get, and the hint of pain eventually turns into all pleasure as he stretches and fills me. My hips lift to match his powerful thrusts, and when he realizes I'm getting into it he picks up the pace and really starts to fuck me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he drills into me over and over again. His cock goes deep enough to find my g-spot for maybe the first time in my entire life.
"Ah fuck you feel good," he groans. "You're close, aren't you?"
"Yes! Oh God yes!" I exclaim as my legs tense and my silky walls contract around his thickness, holding him hostage. Clinching his muscular back to hold him to my chest, and locking his hips with my thighs, I silently beg him to stay sheathed all the way inside me. Our bodies are tightly pressed together as close as physically possible as I teeter right on the edge of ecstasy. Linc rocks forward, tipping me over and then both of us are crying out and shuddering with our simultaneous releases. It’s unbelievable how our bodies were able to create such euphoria together. I suddenly understand where the term making love comes from. A few more orgasms like that and I could definitely adore and worship this man. Love him even.
"Jesus," Linc pants, resting his sweaty forehead on mine while we both begin to recover and catch our breath. “Sorry, baby. I should get you off the floor.”
“It’s okay,” I assure him as I enjoy the rolling, orgasmic aftershocks with his cock still twitching inside me.
“Not okay to fuck you on the floor,” he says, then I’m being hefted into the air, over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “And I’m not done with you yet.”
“Ah!” I exclaim, still hanging upside down when his teeth unexpectedly bite into my ass cheek.
I end up lying on my side after lightly bouncing on the mattress. There’s the sound of a crinkling condom wrapper and then Linc’s right behind me. He leans over my shoulder to kiss me while filling his hand with my breast, his cock pressing hard against my ass.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” he asks, swirling his tongue teasingly over my ear and giving my nipple a tug. “How many different ways I’ve fantasized about fuckin’ you?”
I’m so caught up in the seduction of his hands and mouth that it takes me a second to comprehend what he just said. He’s thought about being with my sister all those times, not me. My euphoric high starts to rapidly deflate. I’m really glad he’s behind me at the moment so he can’t see the guilt and hurt probably reflected on my face.
“If I showed you all the filthy fuckin’ things I wanna do to you, it would take a helluva lot longer than one night,” he says when his palm grips my thigh and lifts it.
“UH!” I cry out when his cock suddenly fills me from behind. It seems deeper from this angle as he drives himself into me. It feels good, but at the same time, my body isn’t used to so much sex in a short amount of time, or a cock as big as his. There’s an increasing, uncomfortable soreness between my legs, but I don’t want him to stop since it’s still pleasurable despite the pain.
This time is definitely different from the last. Linc is…fucking my brains out again, only this time my participation doesn’t seem expected or required.
“Huuh! Huuh! Huuh God!” I moan with each and every thrust as he pounds into me harder and faster, quickly working me back into a pleasure frenzy. While my orgasm rolls through me I end up faceplanting on my stomach with him on top from the amount of force he uses. He rides me like he’s trying to win first prize in the Who Can Fuck Me Harder competition against every other man I’ve ever been with. Apparently all those porn stars he thinks have fucked me over the years. Slipping a hand between me and the mattress, his fingertips rub my clit to try and bring me over again when his movements start to stagger.
“Come for me again, Eve,” he says against my ear. “Scream my name so everyone knows who’s fuckin’ you tonight.”
I gasp at his words and blink back tears. Not only had he called me Eve, but he wants me to validate his triumph in pounding my pussy better than any other man before him. Congratulations, he definitely wins. He finishes without me since my mind is now a million miles away from ecstasy. Since we first met he’s been nothing but respectful and sweet, up until minutes ago when he fucked me like the porn star he thinks I am.
Still on top of me, he lifts my hair and brushes soft, gentle kisses over the back of my neck in complete contradiction to the way he just used my body. Well, I guess the same can be said for the entire night, since he is a complete contradiction. A tear, no longer able to be contained, escapes and leaks onto the comforter.
"I'm not sure how I ended up here tonight, but bein’ with you is even better than my best fantasy."
More tears fall hearing those lies, mine and his. Does he think I don't know he paid to do this? Guilt gnaws on my stomach like a burning ulcer, because I feel really bad for lying about who I am. It was one thing dancing naked for him in a club, but now, to be intimate with him for a shitload of money because he thinks I'm someone else, seems incredibly deceitful. Maybe even worse than him paying for sex with a porn star.
“Mandy?” he asks after I stay silent. I cringe hearing my sister’s name instead of my own. “Hey, are you okay?” When I don’t answer because I’m afraid my voice will shake, he lifts off of me and turns me over to face him.
"What did I do wrong to put that look on your face?" he asks, tipping my chin up to draw my gaze to his. “Oh fuck. Are you cryin’? What’s wrong, baby?”
My throat burns, threatening to spill more tears after seeing the depth of concern for me in his expression. It's such an immense contrast to the fact that he's practically made me a whore. In fact, trying to figure out these two sides of him is almost too overwhelming to handle. All I know is that this is not how I wanted to end things with him. I've done what I thought I needed to for Mandy, but it hurts that now those decisions have ruined everything that could’ve been if the two of us had met without the deceit.
"I guess...I guess you're not the man I thought you were,” I try to explain. “But then, I'm not really who you think I am, either."
Blowing out a breath he says, "What exactly have I done wrong? Are you saying I’m a shitty lover?"
I shake my head since that's the furthest thing on my mind. Being with him was amazing, well, up until the last few minutes.
"Then I have no idea what the fuck I did wrong,” he says, scanning my face, trying to figure out w
hat it is that I’m not saying. “But if you tell me what I can to do to make it right, I will."
I simply shake my head again because there's nothing he can do to fix this. I can't tell him the truth now, and he can't undo his agreement to participate in a porno. "It's done and over, so I, um, guess I should probably go," I reply.
"Go?" he exclaims with a jerk. "Why? If you're ready to leave here then fine, let’s go. Come home with me tonight."
The sound of hope in his voice almost breaks my heart, but I don't want to be bought, and I can't keep up the lie any longer. Every second I spend with him makes the guilt weigh even heavier on me. "I know you paid a lot of money and all, but I don't think that's a good idea. This was just a one-time only deal, so we’re done."
"What the fuck are you talkin’ about?" he asks, sitting back on his knees. "Hold on. Is that the reason...is that why you brought me up here tonight? Because you think you owed me?" I don't answer him right away because I don't know how to, especially since his words aren't exactly making sense.
“No, we came up here tonight because there’s no price you wouldn’t pay to be with Eve Kelly, right? Your words, not mine.”
Linc scrubs a palm down his face and then climbs off the bed. He finds his shirt and starts pulling it over his head, and then his boxers and jeans, putting them on with jerking, angry movements. Finally, he grabs his hoodie from the floor, and then looks up at me again. "I may have been willin’ to pay any amount of money to be near you, but I didn’t expect you to fuck me for it. So you're right. You're not who I thought you were, either, because I was stupid enough to think you actually wanted to be with me."
By the end of his speech he looks really pissed off, with a heaving chest and red flush across his ivory cheeks. He yanks the door open before walking out without so much as a backward glance, slamming it closed behind him. Tears run down both of my cheeks, because I have no idea what the hell just happened or why he’d say all that with cameras rolling. But I know one thing for sure. That's the last time I'll ever see Linc Abrams.
