"Fuck, Mason. Oh. You feel so good."
I reached down and wound my hand in her hair as she whimpered at my command. I pulled her head up from the cushions, watching as she struggled to stifle her sounds. My cock slammed into her, making her legs shiver with her wanted orgasm as her juices covered my cock. She bit down onto her lower lip, trying desperately to keep her sounds at bay as she squeezed her eyes shut.
But a moan left her lips, and I had to punish her for that.
"I thought we were supposed to be quiet," I said as I pulled out from her pussy.
"No, no, no. Come back," she said breathlessly.
"I think I've got a way to muffle your sounds," I said, grinning.
I walked over to her as she spilled onto the couch. She laid there on her back, her body flushed with unfulfilled desires as my knee planted next to her head. My cock, dripping in her beautiful juices, lightly danced around her lips. Pre-come mixed with her silken fluids as I smirked down at her, waiting for her to take my cock in her mouth.
"What? You enjoyed licking yourself off my fingers," I said.
I watched her part her lips and groaned when she took my dick all the way back. Her tongue swirled around my cock head, almost taking me to my knees as I hit the back of her throat. I could hear her slurping herself off me, drinking me down as her hands wove around my thighs. I had to take a second to catch my breath, to make sure I wasn't going to blow my load right then and there down her throat.
"Shit, Sarah. Your mouth. Mmm."
Slowly, she began to bob her head. Her cheeks hollowed out, and her fingernails raked down the backs of my thighs. I planted my hands on the arm of the couch so I could thrust down her throat, hearing her gurgle and gag every time I stuffed her mouth full of me. Her throat was incredible. Soft. Tight. Just like that beautiful pussy I wanted to pound earlier. And I would get to that. I would ruin her body for any other man by the time I was done with this little tryst we were having.
But as I felt my balls pull up into my body, I quickly pulled my dick from her throat and clenched my hand around my cock.
"Not yet. I'm not ready for either of us to come yet."
She was breathing hard as I situated myself between her legs. I pushed into her as her jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. I tossed her legs over my shoulders, bending her in half as my lips captured hers once more. Her whimpers and moans lived and died on my lips as I plummeted deep into her body, feeling her shake with lust as her fingertips dug into the strength of my forearms.
I could feel her pussy fluttering around my cock, begging me to spill my come. And I wanted to. Oh, how I wanted to fill her to the brim, but I wanted her in every single way I could think of. Just in case this was the last time.
Just in case this was all I had to remember her by.
I slammed into her until her juices were dripping down my balls. I could see her thighs glistening with her fluids as her eyes began to roll into the back of her head. I pulled myself from between her legs and wrenched her up, my hands rounding the globe of her jiggling ass as I hoisted her into the air. Her legs wrapped around me as my cock popped back into her pussy, and she bit down into my shoulder to keep from moaning out into the room as I planted her back into the wall.
Slowly, I rolled my hips into hers. I didn't want to pound her against the wall and alert anyone to our lascivious activities. After all, I didn't want anyone else seeing her in this vulnerable position except for me. I watched her chest pant and flush as her arms clung to me around my neck. My forehead pressed into hers while we breathed each other's air, the smell of our sex around our heads.
The tension was stifling, and I stilled my hips, allowing my dick to find a resting place as we caught our breaths.
"Good news," she said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"I don't have a headache anymore."
I couldn't stifle the chuckle that came rumbling up from my throat. I opened my eyes and found her staring at me, her eyes bouncing along my face before her lips slowly approached mine. She kissed me, her plump, slick lips encompassing mine as I sighed into her body.
But the moment her pussy clamped down onto my cock, my engines fired up again.
I stumbled backward and sat down on the couch. I turned her around and staked her onto my cock, her back pressed into my sweating chest as my hands grasped her knees. I spread her, our bodies reflected in the makeup mirror as I watched her clit throb in the reflection. I slowly slid my cock out and back in, her lips moaning at our connection point as I bit down into her shoulder.
The way her body was spread for me. The way it shook and trembled and clenched for me. The way she willingly let me part her knees and the way she was staring at our reflections in the mirror.
She felt our chemistry. The way our bodies locked together and rode each other, so we could both reach our final resting places.
I slammed my cock up into her as she lobbed her head back onto my shoulder. She turned her face to me and began peppering my skin with sloppy kisses as I slammed up into her again, bouncing her tits for my viewing pleasure as her fingernails dug into my thighs.
But I couldn't deny either of us any longer, not with the tension mounting in the air.
My hand slid across her stomach as I began to pump into her. Her hips rolled down onto my cock, her pussy throbbing around me when my fingertips found her clit. She bit down onto her lower lip, trying desperately to keep quiet as my other hand found her pert little nipple. I tweaked and tugged while my other hand circled her clit, and all the while my cock was pounding up into her body as she sat there, helpless against my attack.
"Mason. Mason. Yes. Holy shit, yes."
"You better keep it down, beautiful. Someone might come in and see you," I said into her ear.
"Oh. Oh, fuck. I'm gonna come. Please. Please let me come. Please don't stop this time."
My tongue darted out to lick her neck, leaving a trail of wetness as I nibbled at her collarbone. I sped up my fingertips, pinching and flicking her swollen clit as my balls pulled up once again into my body. I could feel my orgasm curling my toes, shaking my body and pulling it taut as electricity and fire surged through my veins. My nibbling teeth dug into her shoulder, causing her to stifle her wails as her body finally threw her over the edge.
Her pussy milked me so well, pulling pump after pump of thick, hot come from me.
My legs shook, and my toes cramped. I grunted into her skin as she pressed hard into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, fearing she would get up and walk away from me yet again. Her body quaked, convulsing with her own pleasure as my teeth finally released her shoulder.
By the time she was done with her orgasm, my legs trembled with weakness. Never in my life had my toes curled with an orgasm, and I panted into the crook of her neck as she lay there, weakened and limp in my lap.
I sprinkled her skin with kisses as her hands massaged every inch of my skin she could find. I slowly peeled her from my lap and laid her on the couch, covering her with a blanket as I bent down to kiss her forehead. I looked into her eyes and saw a blank sort of pleasure, her eyes hazy with her orgasm as a goofy smirk played across her lips.
I couldn't help but capture them one last time before I got up and started putting on my clothes.
"At least you were a bit more attentive this time before you take your leave," she said.
"I always attempt to make up for my mistakes," I said as I buttoned up my shirt.
"Where do we go from here?" she asked as she stretched.
I internally groaned when the blanket slipped below her beautiful, voluptuous tits.
"Well, I want you to think about my offer."
"Which was?"
"Dinner, wonderful sex, and getting to know one another without developing a serious relationship. I want you to seriously think about it but not for long. I want an answer by Saturday night."
"Why Saturday night?" she asked.
"When you give me your answer, you'll see."
Then I slipped out of her dressing room, shut the door behind me, made sure no one was staring in this direction, and left her to her thoughts.
Chapter 19
Sarah
I walked back to my dressing room after the taping, and I had to grin. Every time I sat on that couch, I could feel Mason's presence there. Our encounter yesterday had been glorious, I had to admit, but I still wasn't sure about his proposal. He was essentially proposing we'd be fuck buddies. Friends with benefits. Except I didn't even know if we were friends. On one hand, there wasn't any pressure for a relationship. Just fabulous sex and good food beforehand. On the flip side, however, if the press caught on to what we were doing, it could spell disaster for my show and every single premise I'd ever taken from the start of it.