by Alexis Angel
“I’m gonna come all over these tits,” he says and reaches down and starts to play with my tits again.
I love the way he touches them. I love everything about the way he fucks me. It’s crazy. I never thought anyone would be this good in bed. I’ve had so many orgasms that I can’t even keep track anymore.
And this time is no different. I start to move my hips with him as he thrusts inside of me harder and faster. I want to come again. I can feel it. It’s getting closer and closer. He takes his hands away from my tits and bends my legs back more so that I’m bent in half.
Holy shit. He’s deeper inside of me. It’s crazy how deep he can get in my pussy. His huge cock just takes over and drives me crazy. He takes my hand and places it on my pussy. He’s holding me down and fucking me so hard. I start rubbing my clit. I’m thinking about how he just fingered me and made me come. I’m thinking about how I just squirted all over his face. This whole thing has been so fucking hot.
It’s been so amazing and I just can’t get enough of him. I can’t get enough of the way his cock feels shoved inside of me. I can’t get over the tingling sensations that fill my body.
I want to come again. I’m so fucking close. I’m rubbing my clit up and down. I can feel the tip of my finger touch his cock each time it slides down my clit. My arm is growing tired but I’m too fucking close to give up.
It’s hot in here. But I try not to think about that. I focus on the way he’s looking at me. The way he’s fucking me. It’s all so fucking hot. It’s all driving me crazy.
“Am I gonna make your pussy come again?” he asks.
I nod my head and moan.
“I’m gonna come again,” I moan. “Please don’t stop. Harder. Harder. Harder.” I’m yelling.
“I fucking love making this pussy come,” he says.
“Fuck me hard,” I moan.
He starts fucking me harder.
“Oh my God. Don’t stop,” I beg him. I don’t want him to stop because I’m too fucking close to another release. I feel it. My body is tensing, my toes curl, and there’s a cramp in my leg.
There it is. I feel it. My body is trembling and my clit is pulsing. I close my eyes tightly and just let the floating-on-air feeling take over my body. I’m lying here and he’s still fucking me. He’s going harder and harder and it’s making my orgasm so much more intense.
This is such a long orgasm. It’s still going and it’s still so intense. He pulls out and I feel hot streams of cum falling all over my body. Some hits my stomach and chest, and some hits me in the face. I open my eyes and meet his just as he’s finishing his orgasm. Another stream of cum lands on my stomach. I’m rubbing my body with my hands and I take my finger and suck his cum off.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he says.
He pulls back and I reach for my purse. I pull out a travel pack of tissues. I hand him one and he wipes the tip of his still-hard cock. I start to clean my body up. I can’t put my clothes on when I’m covered in cum and I have to get back on set soon. People would know what I had just done. I wipe it up and put the trash in the zip-up compartment.
Fuck. My pussy is so sore. It feels good though. I like it when it’s sore because then I have a reminder for a couple of days of how fucking amazing the sex was. I get to remember each moment of when we fucked.
I start to get dressed even though my legs are shaking and I can hardly stand.
“You came so many times,” he says.
“I know.” I bite my lip. “You’re just so good with your cock.” I squeeze his cock and he jerks back.
“Don’t do that,” he laughs.
“Why?”
“It tingles when my cock is touched after I orgasm,” he says.
I reach out and grab it.
“Hey now. If you want to get fucked again, you better stop," he says.
I laugh, and he pushes the emergency stop button. The elevator jolts to a start.
Kane
As the elevator doors slide open, I look around, and not seeing anyone nearby, I take Sasha’s hand in mine, interlacing our fingers, and pull her behind me. I lead her out a back entrance, and the next thing we know, we’re walking down a crowded sidewalk.
“Want to get some lunch?” I ask, slipping my sunglasses on and pulling my ball cap further down my face, hoping no one recognizes me in the crowd.
Sasha looks up at me, a little smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. It’s super sexy, but also a bit sweet. I like it.
“That sounds great,” she says, and I can tell she means it. There’s something different between us. I don’t get the same vibe from her like I do with all the other women who are attracted to me because of who I am or how I can make them feel when I get them naked.
We find a corner cafe with tables out on the sidewalk, and we snag one that’s sort of hidden behind a giant plant because the smaller the chance of someone recognizing us, the better.
After a server takes our drink orders, I sit back and observe Sasha. She looks young and sweet in her jeans and t-shirt, but I know she’s anything but innocent. She’s a dirty little girl, and I fucking love it. I want more of it. I want her all to myself every single night. But I’m not quite sure how to swing that just yet.
“So, tell me about what it’s like to have an Oscar winning superstar for a father,” she says.
One corner of my mouth quirks up. “Not at all how one might imagine,” I reply.
Leaning forward, Sasha knits her brows together. “How so?”
It’s like she really wants to know. It’s so refreshing, so completely freeing, to have someone actually care about getting to know the real me.
“It’s actually pretty tough at times.” I give her a wistful smile. “I feel like I’m constantly trying to prove myself. I want people to recognize that I’m successful in my own right. That I’m not just some famous actor’s son, riding on his father’s success. I want to prove that I have talent. That I’ve earned my position, not had it handed to me.”
Sasha rests her chin in her hand and gazes at me thoughtfully. After a moment, she says, “I don’t think that at all.”
“Yeah, well, not everyone can say that.” I know it sounds a little bitter, but I can’t help it. I’ve felt this weight on my shoulders my entire adult life. I’ve fought to get out of my father’s shadow so that I can use my own fame in a way that means something to me.
“Why is this so important to you?” she asks. It’s like she can almost read my mind.
I smile and edge my chair a bit closer to hers, reaching for her hand across the table. “Well, I have plans,” I begin, and I can see the curiosity on her face. “Part of the reason why it’s so important that Manhattan Reign is successful is that I want to leverage the visibility I’ve gained on the show to produce independent films.”
“Oh wow,” Sasha replies, her eyebrows lifting. “I had no idea.”
I smirk. “Yeah, not exactly fitting with my image, is it?”
She considers that. “I wouldn’t say that exactly. I just had no idea you were into independent filmmaking.”
Nodding, I lean forward, excited to talk about this. It’s one of my passions. Probably the one I care about the most. “Yeah, indie art is really important to me. I want to support it in any way I can. If I can use my fame to draw attention to it, then that’s even better. I think it’s important that people have a way to express themselves through art. Art is for everyone. Not for the elite few. Not just for the people who have pushed hard enough to make a career with it. It needs to be more accessible. I want to make that more widely known.”
Sasha leans forward, too, and I realize we’re only inches apart now. Her eyes flash with excitement, and I can see my words have struck a chord with her.
“I absolutely agree, Kane. That’s kind of how I feel about acting. I know a lot of people think actors are just searching for attention and fame. But for me, it’s art. It’s self-expression. And most importantly, I want to use that to make people
feel something. To actually feel something real and not be so passive.”
I squeeze her hand tighter, and then reach up to brush my knuckles along her cheek. This woman is even more incredible than I imagined.
“Do you think that’s possible with a show like Manhattan Reign?” I ask.
“Absolutely.” She nods vigorously. “Maybe especially with a show like ours. The world needs more love, and that’s ultimately what we’re giving them. Even if it seems like all we’re doing is turning people on, it’s still important. We’re making them feel something. And when people feel something, that sparks passion and love.”
I smile. “Just making the world a better place one sex scene at a time?”
She laughs. “Exactly.”
“You know,” I muse, “it’s not just the audience that needs more love. We do too.”
Sasha meets my eyes, and I wonder what she sees there, because she grows more serious again. “Everybody does,” she says carefully.
“Sasha,” I say, unable to stop myself from saying what’s been on my mind for days. “I don’t just want you as a fuck buddy. I want more. There’s something about you. You just get me. I’m pretty sure you feel it too.”
Biting her lip, Sasha nods, then quietly says, “I do.”
A wave of relief washes over me. This gorgeous, sexy girl does want me just as much as I want her, and not just for a good fuck.
“I really want to see what this is. What we have between us. I want to try to have a real relationship for a change. With you.” I don’t take my eyes from hers, wanting her to know I mean what I’m saying.
“We’ll have to keep it secret,” Sasha says, and I nod.
“Definitely. I don’t want to jeopardize your career. But I also can’t stand not being with you.”
“So where do we go from here?” she asks.
I pull out my phone and tap it to open up my calendar app, and then input an entry, sending her an invite. “How about our first official date?” I turn the screen toward her. “This weekend.”
The smile that breaks across her face is full of excitement. “I think that sounds perfect.”
TV Roundup!
Chase: Hello and welcome to another segment of TV Roundup where we go over the best television you should be watching! I'm your host, Chase Worthington.
Nadia: And I'm your co-host, Nadia Moore!
Chase: Nadia, what do you think is the biggest question on the minds of every woman in America right now?
Nadia: Hmmm. Did I really fuck that cute bartender last night without a condom?
Chase: Nope. Sorry. Try again.
Nadia: Let me think. I got it. Why doesn't Alexis Angel sell batteries for my vibe with her books?
Chase: Wrong again. Last try.
Nadia: Uhmm. Oh. It's not wrong if he's my stepson, right?
Chase: What the fuck? No. The single biggest question that American women are thinking about right now is: What is going on with Kane and Sasha?
Nadia: Oh, right! Because the paparazzi totally snapped some juicy pics the other day with them sharing a tender momentl
Chase: That's right. Of course, audience, I'm talking about the secret cell phone pics that surfaced showing Kane and Sasha enjoying some lunch and talking very close to each other.
Nadia: Very familiar looking the two of them.
Chase: Almost as if they had nothing left to hide from one another.
Nadia: I have nothing left to hide from Kane Parker. I've already given him my body and offered him everything. I told him so on Twitter. Just letting you know Chase.
Chase: That's good to know, Nadia. Which probably explains why he has the restraining order against you.
Nadia: Yeah, but Chase you can't make fun of people with restraining orders on TV. We could get sued.
Chase: Getting back on track then, this is a giant can of OMG for the fans of Manhattan Reign if there is actually something going on with Kane and Sasha.
Nadia: By fans of Manhattan Reign, I think you mean anyone alive that has a television?
Chase: Pretty much. This seasons ratings have easily beaten everything else on TV and is among the highest watched shows in the history of modern television. Network executives are saying that they're getting paid millions of dollars for 15 second ad spots. And I think we can place the reason for all that.
Nadia: Oh, I know this. Sasha?
Chase: That's absolutely right. After that amazing sex scene between the two actors, it's safe to say the entire country got sexually aroused.
Nadia: I wonder how many babies were conceived after the show?
Chase: Too early to tell, but they should definitely consider naming their kids Kane or Sasha.
Nadia: I mean, audience, for full disclosure, you should know that after Chase and I watched the last episode of Manhattan Reign, he tied me up to the bed and fucked me so hard that I basically passed out from having orgasms.
Chase: And don't forget then I covered you with cum.
Nadia: Oh my God, how could I ever! You think this next show will be as hot.
Chase: I think if there is some off screen chemistry developing, it probably will be.
Nadia: Well, there you have it, audience. Stay tuned for this next installment of...
VOICEOVER: Manhattan Reign
Kane
The doorbell rings, and I go to answer it, a thrill running through me. It’s my first official date with Sasha, and my driver just went to pick her up and bring her to my home outside the city in the Hamptons. I love this place. It’s a perfect retreat from the busy chaos of Manhattan. It’s right on the ocean with incredible views.
When I had it designed, I wanted to bring the outdoors inside, so there are walls and walls of glass looking out on the Atlantic. It’s modern and sleek with clean lines, glass, and metal, but there are also wooden elements in the architecture that bring nature inside, keeping the home from feeling out of place in such a natural environment. Everything is open and airy. I fucking love it.
Coming from old money and then coming into my own definitely has its perks.
I open the door for Sasha, and she comes in, her face giving her away completely. She loves it too.
“This is incredible, Kane,” she says, looking at me in awe before turning and walking to the glass wall that overlooks my infinity pool that blends right into the ocean and the horizon beyond. “I don’t think I’ve ever been in a place like this.”
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. Then because she smells so fucking delicious, I nuzzle her neck until she moans, leaning back against me like she’s become putty in my hands. I fucking love that even more.
She turns in my arms, her eyes dancing with excitement. “I’m so happy to be here. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever, even though it’s only been a few days.”
“I know.” I kiss her forehead, then lower mine to hers. “I feel the same way.” Sasha’s been shooting with Alberta for the past few days and we’ve only seen each other in passing. It’s been hard keeping things aloof and professional when we’ve been having such dirty texts and phone calls at night, but it’s necessary for now.
“You hungry?” I ask, taking her hand and leading her toward my modern kitchen that’s equipped with top-of-the-line appliances.
“You cook?” she says, smiling in disbelief.
“What did you expect when I invited you to dinner?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe a personal chef? Or something catered.” She shrugs, looking around the kitchen and waving her hand at the vegetables I was prepping before she arrived. “Not this.”
I lead her toward a barstool and encourage her to sit. “Prepare to be amazed.”
“I think you’ve already managed to amaze me in every area so far.”
“Is that so?” I tease. “Tell me more.”
Sasha reaches for the cutting board and positions it in front of her, then begins chopping up the vegetables with expert sk
ill. Apparently I’m not the only one who cooks.
“Well, you definitely have plenty of experience in plenty of things. Just the kind of thing a little girl might need to be taught,” she teases.
I laugh. “I have plenty more I can teach you. But only if you’re a good little girl.”
She bites her lip. “And if I’m not?”
My cock twitches. Fuck, this girl gets me hard so easily. “Then I have plenty of lessons I can give you then, too.”
Her breath comes a little faster as I watch her watch me, desire apparent on her face. God, I love how turned on she gets for me. Our age difference means nothing to her. In fact, I’m pretty sure it turns her on even more. She likes how I know what I’m doing. How I know how to please her, how to touch her in all the right places to make her come apart.
After we finish dinner, I toss the dishes in the sink. Plenty of time for cleaning up later. Right now I want to spend all my time with Sasha.
“How about a swim?” I suggest, tilting my head toward the pool that’s crystal clear and sparkling, practically begging us to make good use of it.
“I was hoping you’d ask.” Sasha grabs her purse. “Be right back.”
I make my way out to the pool deck while she changes and pull my shirt off. My shorts are those awesome kind that are multi-purpose and perfect for swimming.
When she walks out a few moments later, and I think I must be in some kind of heaven because the bikini she’s wearing makes her full tits look even more plump and delectable. I just want to bury my face between them. Maybe my cock, too.
“You look incredible—like a girl who needs some up close and personal attention,” I say. “Your body, Sasha…I have no words. I just need to spend the rest of my life worshipping it.”
Laughing, Sasha saunters right past me, then pauses and looks over her shoulder with a wicked smile. “You know, you have quite the libido for a man your age.”
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that, you naughty girl,” I tease, falling into the role that I’m starting to learn she really loves. “In fact, I think I might just have to spank you for that.”
