by Dark Angel
I’ve come so many times today with him. I don’t’ think I have the energy for anymore.
I’m starting to come down from my orgasm and he pulls out of me. I hear the pop of the lube lid and then feel the substance on my pussy and ass again. He puts my legs up over my body so I’m bent in half so he has perfect access to both of my holes. I feel him shove the vibrator into my pussy and then I feel him stick his cock up to my asshole.
“Oh no. I don’t think I can handle it. I’m going to come again,” I tell him before he starts anything.
“You can come again, baby,” he says. “You can do it another time. It’ll be worth it. I promise.”
“But I don’t think my body can handle anymore.”
“It can. Just relax and your body can handle a lot,” he says.
I nod my head and try to relax myself. I feel him thrust into my ass. He turns the vibrator on and it’s triggering me. It feels so fucking good. He’s fucking my ass and sliding the dildo portion in and out of my pussy. I’ve also got the nipple clamps on my nipple still and the vibrating portion on my clit.
It’s all too much and I feel myself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. And then I’m pushed over and floating through the air again.
“Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod.” I keep repeating it because I don’t know what else to say. It’s all I can think of as my mind and body go numb. Tingles of pleasure rush through me and my head feels tingly. I black out. When I come back I’m still coming down from my orgasms. My body is beginning to stop trembling.
He’s still fucking me hard.
“I told you, you could do it,” he says.
My body is fatigued and I’m having a hard time fighting to keep my eyes open. I didn’t think sex could be this tiring.
“I’m so tired,” I tell him.
“I know. But you can get through this. I’ve got more I need to do to you,” he says.
I bite my lip and take a deep breath. I’m nervous again but I’m ready for this. I’m ready to feel him inside of me. I’m ready to feel whatever else he is going to do to me.
He removes the nipple clamps and then the vibrator and then himself. My ass and pussy are both sore. But it’s a good kind of sore.
I feel him shove his cock into my pussy. And it feels good. Just this. Just this plain old vanilla-type sex. He reaches down and removes the mask. I’m met by the faint light that I had seen right before the mask covered my eyes. He’s looking down at me, starring into my eyes.
I’m wondering what he’s going to do when he pulls out and rolls over. “I want you on top.”
I sit up and hold my hands up to him and realization dawns on his face.
“Oops, I guess riding me will be hard with your hands cuffed like that.” He laughs and I laugh with him.
“Hold that thought,” he says. He gets up and takes the various things back over to the walls with him. He places them around, back where they belong. Then he grabs something and comes over with it. I see it’s a clear silicone cock ring. I watch as he slides it on down toward the end of his erection. He’s so hard and thick that it takes a bit of him working it on.
He gets it on and gets back onto the bed, lying on his back. He motions for me to come over and slide onto him.
I climb on top of him, straddling him, and I lower myself down onto him. I reach down and grab his cock. I hold it right where my pussy can slide right onto it. I love this. Kane pulls me forward and I see him pick up the lube bottle. He opens it up and pours some on his hand. Then he reaches behind me and slides a finger inside of my ass. It’s hot. His cock inside of my pussy and his finger in my ass.
“Are you going to come for me again?” he asks.
I nod my head. Because I know I’m going to. I don’t want to fight it. I’m having the best orgasms of my life and I’d be stupid not to have another one. I want it to happen, I want to come for him again. I want to please him by coming for him again.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he says in my ear and then he kisses me.
The kiss sends a chill down my spine. A deep chill that causes me to arch my back. I can feel it deep in my pussy, too and it’s overwhelming my other senses. It’s overwhelming my ability to even think straight.
There are so many simple things going on that it’s actually driving me crazy. The sensations of his finger in my ass, cock in my pussy, and our tongues together. It’s overwhelming and I allow my body to relax just one more time. Then I feel him pull his finger out and he thrusts into my ass from my pussy.
I’m sent over the edge. It’s an instant orgasm. I have no control over anything. He’s fucking my ass, and kissing me, and it’s all so much. I can’t believe I came that much. I can’t believe it felt that fucking good that I’m coming all over again.
“Mmm. Oh, fuck Kane. I’m coming,” I say to him. And I’m coming so good. I feel it ringing through my entire body. Driving me crazy and pushing me into feeling new things. My orgasm is more intense than all the others and I know it’s from all the different sensations I’ve felt today.
He keeps thrusting in and out of me and I think that he might come but he stops as I collapse on top of him. My body exhausted, little shocks of tingles are pulsing through my entire body.
Kane pulls out of me and we pull apart. He doesn’t ask me to do anything, but I know exactly what I want to do. I want to make him come. I grab the wax and lighter next to me on the bed. I pick it up and put the lighter to the candlewick and flick it. I grab the spoon that’s attached and scoop some of it up as it melts.
I dribble it along his chest and six-pack. He moans and winces at the same time and it’s a really hot sound. I scoop some more up and dribble it along him again. He makes the same sexy sounds. The sounds that let me know he’s loving what I’m doing.
I lean down and grab his cock and place it inside my mouth. I suck on first the head of his cock and then I take him farther in. I’m twisting my hand around and up and down on his cock. I want to make him come. I’m ready to taste his cum again.
“Holy shit. This is so fucking hot,” he says.
I drag my teeth along his cock.
“I love when you do that,” he says, his hands go to my head. He’s playing with my hair while I’m sucking on his cock. I take him all the way back and make some gagging sounds. I’m taking him deep into my mouth.
I suck hard and then drag my tongue along him. I lick around the head of his cock and then flick it across the top. I feel his legs tense and his hand press on the back of my head. I suck on him moving my head up and down. He’s starting to move his hips. He’s starting to thrust in and out of my mouth.
“Oh my God,” he moans, loudly.
I pull my head up and start to move my hand up and down the length of him. He’s loving it. I move my hand fast. I’m jacking him off hard and he’s thrusting in and out of my hand. He tells me how much he loves it and I’m focused on his face.
I can feel his muscles tensing. I know he’s getting closer to his orgasm. I put my mouth back around his cock and take him all the way to the back. I move my mouth up and down. I fuck him with my mouth. I want to make him come.
He places his hands on the back of my head and he’s pushing it down while he thrusts into my mouth. We move perfectly together and I feel him clench tighter and he moans loud.
“Uuuuhhh. Ohhh.” He’s coming. My mouth is getting filled with his cum.
I quickly sit up and start to make out with him again. His cum going from my mouth to his mouth, It’s so hot. We’re making out with his cum threatening to spill out of our mouths.
I sit up and swallow what's left in my mouth.
“Holy shit. That was amazing. I knew you’d do good.”
“I just didn’t think all those sensations could make me come so many times and so fast,” I say.
“That’s the best part about pleasure. It can be felt in different ways. Some people think things will hurt and then miss out on some of the best pleasure because they are scared
of the pain. You’ve got to have an open mind.”
“I do,” I say.
“I know you do. You did fucking amazing. I told you you'd be able to keep coming.”
He kisses my mouth.
Kane
“I still can’t believe I had no idea about your kinky side,” Sasha says as she curls up next to me in bed, tracing her fingers along my chest.
I smirk. “Yeah, I don’t show that to just anyone. In fact, I’ve rarely shown it to anyone at all.”
She smiles and buries her head against my neck. “I feel special,” she murmurs against my skin, her warm breath sending my blood shooting straight back to my cock, even though I lost count of how many times we fucked last night.
Now we’re lying in my bed as the sun rises over the ocean that’s visible through the huge glass wall of my bedroom.
“You're special,” I tell her, taking her chin in my hand and lifting her face so she meets my gaze. I want her to know how serious I am. That I really mean what I’m telling her. “I’ve waited and waited to find someone to share that with. With you, everything is just so natural, so perfect.” I feel like I shouldn’t be saying these things to her so soon, but I don’t care. I really care about her, and I know she feels it too. There’s this intimacy between us that’s almost effortless. The age difference means nothing to me.
Sasha stretches up and presses a kiss to my mouth. A slow, tender kiss. One that could easily escalate into more, but we both just take a minute to enjoy each other.
“When can I see you again?” she asks when we finally come up for air.
“Soon,” I say, thinking about how soon I can get her back in my bed. Anything other than keeping her in it indefinitely isn’t soon enough.
Suddenly, she jerks up. “What was that?”
“What?” I sit up, following her gaze out the glass windows. There’s a flash of movement, and I stand from the bed and walk to the window, peering out to get a better view.
Goddammit.
Photographers are everywhere. Fucking paparazzi. They’re stationed right outside on the beach. They can’t see in, but we can see out.
I look back to see Sasha with the sheets pulled up around her, a panicked look on her face. “Don’t worry. They can’t see us. And my driver brought you here. There’s no way they know you’re with me.”
She doesn’t look convinced. “But why are they here if they aren’t looking for some kind of story.”
“Relax, Sasha,” I say, returning to stand by her at the edge of the bed. I rest my hands on her bare shoulders and rub gently. “This isn’t the first time they’ve camped out in front of my home, and it won’t be the last. It happens from time to time when they’re looking for something. I haven’t made an appearance in the tabloids in a few weeks, so they’re hoping they’ll get lucky.”
“But Kane,” she insists, “they're going to get lucky. The minute I walk out of here, they’re going to get exactly what they came for. And my career will be doomed.”
I sit down beside her and think for a minute. There’s no way I can let that happen. A distraction. I need a distraction.
Leaning over to give her a quick kiss, I say, “I’ve got it. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll handle the paps.”
“What are you going to do?” she asks as I make my way to my huge closet. A closet that’s probably larger than most people’s bedrooms.
I grab my shoes, socks, and pair of athletic shorts, then start dressing. “I’m going to go for a run. Shirtless. They always follow me when I do that. Bare chested photos of a celebrity on the beach are always winning. No doubt they’ll try to get the worst shot possible then claim that I’m falling victim to Dad Bod.
Sasha laughs. “Right. As if that could ever be the case. I don’t think any amount of Photoshopping could make you look anything but fuckable.”
Grinning, I pose for her, my muscles flexing and bunching. “You’d be surprised what they can do.”
Her smile fades. “That’s what I’m afraid of. They’re going to find me here; I just know it. I need to leave. I’m going to follow you out.”
I shake my head. “No. Bad idea. You just be a good girl and stay put. Once the photographers leave, then you can go. I’ll call my driver and have him wait for you on the other side of the house. Just make sure the paps are following me before you go outside.”
I hope she listens to me. Because the last thing I want is for our perfect night together to be ruined by something like this. Or even worse, her entire career.
Kane
I run for over two hours, making my morning jog practically a half marathon. By the time it’s over I’ve lost every last one of the paparazzi. I smile smugly to myself. That’ll show them to stake out in front of my home at the ass crack of dawn. But they got what they came for, I assume. Some bare chested photos of me to splash across the Internet. Whatever.
When I get back to my house, ready for a shower and some breakfast, I come to a total stop, my jaw hanging open.
Because fucking Alberta is standing on my front porch.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask angrily. Looking around hastily, I try to see if there are any paps left over, trying to get a shot of something more interesting than a morning jog. It would be just like Alberta to show up here hoping that they’d snap a shot and misconstrue something. She’d fucking love some tabloid rumor about a secret relationship between us to get started.
Alberta just gives me an evil smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Yes, in fact, I would like to know, hence the question. I didn’t invite you here, so you better have a damn good reason for stepping foot on my property or I just might have to call the cops.”
She sneers. “Yeah right. You aren’t going to want any more publicity after the shit I have waiting to hit the fan.”
What the hell is she talking about?
I don’t have to wait long to find out. She taps on the screen of her phone for few seconds, and then turns it around for me to look at it.
It’s a video.
Of Sasha. And me. Last night. In the pool. Fucking.
Shit.
“How the fuck did you get this?” I lay into her, loud and angry. At this point I don’t even care if some lingering pap is hiding in the bushes waiting to get the next good scoop.
“I had you followed. I hired a private investigator.” She says it as calmly as if we’re discussing the weather.
What in the actual fuck? “You’ve got to be kidding me. You hired someone? Why would you do that?”
The invasion of privacy is a complete insult, but most of all I don’t understand why someone who deals with the tabloids nearly every single day would do something like that. Oh wait. That’s right. Because Alberta fucking thrives on that shit. Loves it. If she could be plastered on even more gossip sites, she’d probably do anything she could to make it happen.
I reach for the phone, but she pulls it away. “Tsk, tsk,” she says, waving a finger in my face. “Not so fast, Kane.”
My blood is practically boiling, and I’m about to unleash the full force of my fury on her when she smirks.
“You need to step very carefully here or my thumb just might slip and I just might accidentally send this video to all the most viewed gossip sites.” She widens her eyes and bats her eyelashes innocently, but her evil smile negates the look. “Oops. We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
I shrug, tired of her games. “You know what, Alberta? I have nothing to be ashamed of. You think I’m embarrassed by that video? That it’s going to bother me if people find out? You have no clue.” She doesn’t. So what if people know that I spent a sexy evening at home with the woman I care about?
This time her laughter rings out, grating on my nerves. “Oh, I’m not trying to get to you, Kane. You should know better than that. This video right here can ruin Sasha’s career in a millisecond. Gone before it ever really got started. You know it’s true. So are you telling me you’re okay with that?
”
I want to ask her again why she’s doing this, but it’s suddenly all too clear. She’s jealous. She wanted me and I turned her down. Now I’m realizing just what a fucking smart move that was. So she’s going to go after the woman I actually do want. The woman I care about.
Fuck.
I sigh. “You know I’m not.”
Now her smile turns to one of satisfaction, even if it's still tinged with evil. “Perfect. So here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to go public with this little gem of a sex tape unless you do me a favor.”
Gritting my teeth, I say, “What do you want, Alberta?”
“Spend the day with me. Take me to dinner. It’s simple, really.”
It’s not so simple, and she knows it. People will see us together. She’s banking on that fact.
But what can I do? She has me effectively trapped. Rock, meet hard place.
“Fine,” I growl, turning to go inside, ready to get the fuck away from this vile, cunning bitch. But I stop and turn around, pinning her with a death glare. “But just so we’re clear, I’m not doing this for you. This is entirely about Sasha.”
The way she glares back at me makes it clear she doesn’t like my response, but I just don’t fucking care at this point.
I push the door open and go inside, making it clear she isn’t to follow me. “I’m going to get dressed so we can just get this over with.”
Then I shut the door in her face.
TV Roundup!
Chase: Hello out there from TV Land! I'm your host today, Chase Worthington!
Nadia: And as always, your co-host, Nadia Moore!
Chase: We have major breaking TV news today, folks, so be sure to turn up the volume because you're not going to want to miss the bombshell we're about to drop.
Nadia: That's right. We're getting preliminary reports right now of pictures and video surfacing of Kane Parker and Alberta Trask from the hit TV show spending the day and even having dinner together.
Chase: And they did it in full view of the cameras, even going so far as to wave at times to the travelling pool of photographers.
