Billionaire Flawed 2(52)

“I have to fuck these tits,” Casey breathed, and Rae smiled as she used her hands to push them together.

Casey’s dick was wet with her saliva, and it easily slid between her luscious breasts. She bent her head and opened her mouth, so that when he was at the top most point of his thrust the head of his cock pushed between her lips and sat for a moment on her tongue. Then he was pulling his hips back, and his cock slid away from her mouth.

“Fuck,” Casey groaned.

“You tit fuck all of your new co-stars?” Rae purred.

“Just the beautiful ones,” Casey said.

“Aren’t they all beautiful?”

Casey laughed and winked, and then he was pulling away from her. He bent over her, pressing his lips against hers roughly. He reached up to her fashionably frizzy hair, and got a good grip, tightening a fist around some of her locks. He pulled her head to the side, and she ran her fingers across her back as his mouth went to her neck, where he kissed and nibbled.

She spread her legs to him. She wasn’t on the pill, because she wasn’t seeing anyone, and he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who carried a condom around, so she pushed the worry from her mind as he reached down with one hand and guided himself into her wet snatch.

Rae moaned as he pushed deep inside of her. He was atop of her, his weight completely bearing on her. But he wedged his free hand between their bodies so he could grope at her tits. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it softly, as he began to push in and out of her.

It started sweet enough; he thrust slowly, deeply, but he began to lose himself. His hips moved faster, and she began to move hers with his. He felt wonderful inside her, his thick cock pushing and pulsing against the walls of her cunt. Be kissed her again, biting softly on her bottom lip, and then he lifted up and moved his lips to one of her nipples. He sucked on it, bit it lightly. She groaned and said his name softly, her eyes closed her back arching.

The lovemaking became furious then, his hips slapping audibly against her pelvis. She was wet, soaked, her juices running out of her pussy and around his cock, dripping down his balls, creating a wet spot on the comforter which covered the bed.

She could come from intercourse alone, but it was always best when she was on top, so she put her hands on his side and pushed him, and he allowed her to do so, falling to the side and laying on his back. Rae quickly climbed atop him, squatting and reaching down and gripping his cock in one hand. She lowered herself upon it, and before she could get him all the way in, he grabbed her hips and grunted, thrusting upwards, burying his cock so deep in her, she cried out.

He set the pace, using his hands to do so, and she rode him wildly, yelling the whole time.

“Fuck!” she cried. “Casey!”

He moaned and breathed the word fuck under his breath. But she was lost in a world of ecstasy, and soon she was orgasming, her pussy growing even wetter, the walls of her womanhood clenching tightly on his cock.

He wasn’t far behind, and he reached up and threw her off of him, rolling with her so his dick didn’t slip out. She was on her back again, and he was back on his knees, reaching down to grab her tits in both of his hands, his fingers gripping painfully into the fatty flesh there.

“I’m coming!” he groaned, and then he thrust deep inside her, and his hard dick jumped as he sprayed a load deep inside her pussy. He thrust four more times, ejaculating each time, and then he slipped out of her, his cock soaking wet with her juice, and some of his semen ran out of her pussy to mix with her juices on the comforter. He lay beside her on his side, facing her.

“Holy shit,” Rae said, and Casey laughed.

“You can say that again,” he said.

“Holy shit,” she said again, and they both laughed.

They fucked again later that night and continued to do so while they both worked on the picture. But then she wrapped before him. He still had a month of shooting, and Casey made no indication that he wanted Rae to stay, so she returned to Hollywood, her heart heavy.





3



Rae had been home in Los Angeles for twenty-seven days before she saw Casey again. She was at home one evening, about to eat pizza with her roommate when the buzzer to their apartment blared from by the door. Her roommate went to answer, and Rae listened. When Gillian pressed the small white rectangle next to the box by their door and asked who it was, Rae was shocked to hear Casey’s voice come through, tiny but clear.

“Is Rae there?” he asked. Rae had to suppress a squeal with her hand as she jumped up from the tiny dining room table they had in the corner of the living room. Their not so spacious apartment didn’t come with a dining room, and she hurried to the box on the wall, bumping Gillian out of the way with her hip.