by Vivien Vale
“Hey, Brad. Can I come in?”
“Of course.” I wave her in.
I’m so happy to see her. My day’s suddenly shaping up. I cannot wait to see where this is going to go. Maybe, if I am lucky, I will get…well…lucky.
“So…what’s happening, Kayla? I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” I smile. “But I sure am happy you stopped by.”
“It’s a mess, Brad.”
Oh shit. I feel my heart drop to the floor upon seeing her upset face.
“What’s wrong?” I say. “Tell me what I can do to help. Anything. Just say it.”
“I don’t know.”
Kayla’s voice is full of defeat. Watching her plop down, basically giving up on my couch is enough to break my heart. I’m quickly realizing I will do anything—whatever is needed to help and protect her.
I really care. These are not just words falling out of my mouth. These are not empty promises. I mean them.
“Kayla—”
She whines. “What…”
“Kayla, listen to me, okay?”
“Yeah?” She peeks up at me; she’s looking so sad it’s ridiculous.
“I’ll quit the show. Okay. I’ll quit. Maybe that will help. I mean it has to, at least, make things a little easier for you, right?”
She’s stunned. I can see it on her face. “You’d do that for me? You’d quit for me?”
“I would.” I smile. “Quitting will not hurt my career.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I get offers all the time. I have a few sitting on the table right now. I can call Shauna and she can tell you herself. There’s always some producer or director waiting on me. This won’t slow me down at all. No. I’ll be fine.”
She’s quiet for a moment. I’m not sure if she’s going to cry or what. So I kneel before her and take her tiny hand.
“Is that what you want?” she asks me. “Do you want to quit?”
Her eyes look pained. I can tell she doesn’t want this either.
“No. Of course not. I don’t want to quit. You’re an amazing writer, and I love working with you. This is the most excited I have been about a role in a long time. But all that said, I will quit. Gladly. If it helps you.”
She stands up suddenly and wraps her arms around me in a big hug. It feels nice. Not just her body pressed against mine, but the sentiment feels good.
Kayla feels good.
“Thank you for saying all that, Brad. Really.”
“I meant it,” I whisper in her ear. “Seriously, Kayla, if it is your career or mine…then I’ll quit to protect you.”
She hugs me tighter. It feels like she doesn’t want to let go.
I stay in her embrace for a bit. And when she loosens her hold, I quickly acquire her eye contact by gently pinching her chin. “You are amazing, Kayla.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
Leaning in slowly, I can feel the heat from her mouth before my lips even reach hers. Pressing them lightly, I hope she welcomes their presence, and she does. Her mouth opens slightly.
She smells like roses…roses and sex.
God, I want her so much.
Kayla
I throw my head back, baring my neck to him, and he savors my skin with gentle kisses. I pant each time his lips touch me, a gentle fog of pleasure blanketing my mind. I get out of his hold with cat-like movements, freeing my hands and taking them to his t-shirt, my frantic fingers pulling it from his body.
I take off his shirt then and, almost with a growl, I press the open palm of my hands on his pectorals, feeling all the warmth coming from his skin under my fingertips. He presses his body against mine, sending a shiver down my spine, and then grabs a handful of hair on the nape of my neck.
Holding my head, he presses his mouth against mine; fireworks go off behind my eyelids as we kiss savagely, our tongues dancing and fighting against each other with abandonment.
Still kissing me, he makes me take a few steps back, until we reach the couch. Then we sit down.
“Come here, Kayla,” he says, taking me by the hand. I obey him, sitting on his lap.
I slide my hands up his knees, slowly raising them until finally only my fingertips are touching the fabric of his sweatpants. Without taking my eyes from his, I take my hands to my chest and unbutton the top of my blouse, the patterns on the black lace bra I am wearing peeking at him.
I can feel him aching for more, the impulse to just grab me by the waist, push me closer and just rip my blouse open darting across his face. But he remains still.
I rest my hand against his chest, the warmth of his body coming at me. I bite my lower lip and look at him, his eyes begging for me almost desperately.
In a swift motion I lace my arm around his neck and pull myself to him, sitting across his lap. Reacting by instinct, his hand goes to my waist, his long fingers brushing against the exposed skin between my skirt and blouse. It only takes that, his fingers on my skin – and I immediately feel a pulsing heat between my thighs, a piercing desire to just hike up my skirt and let him have me there and then.
I still can´t believe he would have given up on the show just to protect me. I want him so much...I just want to touch him, to do things with him. And I’m not just talking about sex. No, it goes deeper than that.
I pull his sweatpants hard down his legs. His hands fly to my waist and he turns me around, pulling down the zipper of my skirt. I push it down with the tip of my fingers, my bare ass turned to him.
I can feel his eyes banqueting on the vision of it, enjoying the shape of my ass and delighting on how only just a small strip of thong covers me.
With my back still turned to him I give a step into his direction and lower my ass into his crotch. It fits neatly against his cock, and I rub myself against it, the length and thickness of it almost making me moan. Our hips sway against each other, a frenzied lust driving both our bodies.
I’m so wet I’m almost expecting it to drip down my legs.
Wasting no time, I get up and turn myself to him.
His hand grips my jaw, index and middle finger sliding inside my mouth. My lips wrap around his fingers instinctively, sucking on them gently. My tongue swirls around it and my body throbs as I imagine his cock between my lips.
Doing it as slowly as I can, I place my hands on his outer thighs, hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs. One little tug and his member springs free, and just seeing it again, my skin prickles.
Leaning into him, I close my eyes as I approach his cock. I part my lips and let the tip of my tongue out, resting it against the tip of his cock and allowing the saltiness of his pre-cum to coat my tongue.
I take my time, flicking my tongue and using it to circle the fat head of his cock. Tilting my head sideways, I then run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft. When I finally get to the root, I place one hand under his balls and start massaging them.
Guided by instinct, I open my mouth as wide as I can and suck one of his balls in, allowing its full weight to rest over my tongue. I do the same with the other one, wrapping my lips tightly around it as I keep on lapping with my tongue, and only then do I go back up his shaft.
This time, I go beyond his tip. I open my mouth wide again, allowing the tip of his cock between my lips, and then I start lowering my head over his length. His cock pushes down on my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks, filling me all my mouth.
I push my mouth down his huge cock, going as deep as I can. When my lips reach the base of his shaft, I hold my position for a few seconds, feeling the tip of his cock throb against the back of my throat and savoring all his inches.
Then I start bobbing my head up and down as fast as I can, both his hands on my head guiding my movements. I don’t even bother with building up a rhythm; I just suck him violently from the start, ravaging his cock with my mouth…or the other way around.
As his muscles start to become tense, he pulls out of my mouth, pulling my head back with both hands. Then
he leans forward and grabs me by the hand, pushing me up.
His mouth goes to my neck then, savage kisses and soft bites finding their way through my skin. He starts unbuttoning the rest of my blouse and then, when the last button comes undone, he takes off my blouse with a single yank, leaving me only in my bra and thong. Taking his hands straight to my shoulder blades, he unclasps my bra and takes it off as well, revealing my breasts.
“I want you so bad, Kayla,” he says, his hand tracing a line between my neck and my right breast, then circling my nipple with his fingertip.
“I want you too. I want to feel you inside me”
I guess I don’t have to say anything. My whole body is whispering, fuck me right now, Brad, please.
He smiles at me, pinches my nipple twice as my wetness grows by the second. He then leans into me, his mouth going toward my breasts.
While his tongue dances around one nipple, his fingers start caressing the other one.
He takes me back to the couch, laying me there. He sits by my side and, stretching one arm in my direction, he reaches for my thighs. With his fingertips he starts drawing the outline of my wet thong, lightly pressing on my aching pussy.
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.
Brad
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.
Kayla
He keeps on uppin
g 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.
