Chapter 12
Roxanne
“Stay away from the set, stay away from Blake, and deny your pregnancy…”
I tell myself I’m not going to do anything crazy gross like pour all over him, but I think I’m going to. The way he has my thighs spread in mid-air really engages my entire pelvic floor, and I know the oncoming orgasm is going to be intense. Like a strong tide, I find myself dragged forward by the hot rush coming to a head between my legs, no matter how self-conscious I feel. My clit feels too good, and it overrides all other emotions. I grind almost involuntarily against Blake’s face, and my pussy opens up for him, raining juices. I shudder and moan and pump against his chin hungrily, my eyeballs deep in my skull. I love how strong he is. His grip never wavers, even supporting me in mid-air.
Blake twists me and heaves me onto the foot of his bed. I bounce on my back and giggle, gazing up at the ceiling, thinking of how surreal it is to be in the bachelor’s suite, getting eaten out enthusiastically by the star of the sixth season. Candace would die if she could see this right now.
His lips slather me, and he eats me out with such soul that I feel like he fucking loves me. It’s slow and then manic. Gentle and then rough. I froth and settle. He’s kissing my labia while I pant and claw at the mattress, tortured, wordlessly begging him to let me snap.
His tongue slithers gingerly into every single cranny, reaching deeper than any man ever cared to. He hits spots so precisely, he’s almost more machine than man, and I curl over his head, cradling him between my legs as I lose my mind. I’m definitely going to come. This is too good.
I cry out Blake’s name for the entire empty property to hear. I hump his face and spasm, and find myself vividly remembering our first kiss. It was so tender and deep, cradled against his chest on the rim of that fountain, and I come hard, surrounded by the memory. I come so hard that even Blake lets out a muffled groan from between my legs.
My neck seems to be stuck in a craned position.
A loose, half-stupid smile is on my lips. I don’t want to let myself believe that this is real life. My entire body is filled with migrating warmth, like a cluster of fireflies got loose inside me. Blake Berringer, the gorgeous, mysterious stranger who saved my life that night five years ago, just wants to play with my body and bring me pleasure again and again. I have his baby inside my body right now. And he says that he wants to be with me. I want to be with him, too. Forever. Jared is nonexistent here.
“Now it’s your turn,” Blake breathes, climbing out of his shorts and displaying a monstrously rigid erection for me.
I brace the base and stare up at him meaningfully. I let my lips fall open slowly and take him into my mouth while I continue to cringe hungrily around his manhood, not breaking eye contact. It is a beautiful thing, and it tastes so sweet, just like all of Blake’s skin. I stroke his organ with my mouth easily because I love it and I want it so badly. I want his cum down my throat. I’ve never been like this before: sex-crazed.
My eyes close, and I whimper, playing him soulfully. His thighs tremble and shudder, and he humps and cries out in a thick, low voice that barely sounds like his own. He sounds like an animal.
Normally, a cock of this size would be too big for me, but I’m so aroused that the back of my throat is more open. It’s fucking amazing, and I even moan about that, too.
“God, I’m so hot,” Blake breathes, pumping deeper down my throat. “Touch yourself,” he pants. “Touch yourself for me.”
So nasty. What a great idea.
My fingers obediently trail between my thighs and spread my slick pussy lips open. They pound with arousal, and my middle and index finger immediately go to my clit. My eyes roll as I toy with my own wet slit while Blake rides my mouth closer and closer to orgasm. I feel it in the hitch in his hips, and my own thighs tremble for him. I want him to come. If he comes, I think I’ll come. He’ll lose ribbon after ribbon down my throat, and I’ll pour all over my hand.
I know he must be thinking the same thing because we loosen up and move with more speed together, becoming one. I know that he’s close. I can feel his closeness as if his orgasm is mine. It’s cosmic, and I’ve never before experienced such sensual awareness of another person’s body.
At the very last second, my clit is so swollen and so desperate, I think the nub itself might pop, and his prick has never felt bigger than it does right now. He suddenly yanks out of my mouth and I whine, like candy was torn away from me. “What?” I say.
“Not like that,” he gasps, like that decision took the same amount of effort as a 5k.
He twists my voluptuous, upturned ass toward him and slaps it hard, making the whole thing bounce. “Mm,” he relishes. “That’s what I’m talking about. One of those American booties.”
He hunkers down behind me, and I feel his teeth skim over the thickness of my ass, like he’s beating into a peach. I whimper and press into his mouth, wanting more. I want him. Stop teasing me.
“Shh,” Blake soothes me, rising up onto his knees behind me. My body stiffens in eager anticipation as his bare cock knocks heavily between my thighs. His head slips over my swollen pussy lips, collecting their nectar, then shoves through them. I see stars and collapse face-first onto the bed. Oh, god, it’s perfect. He’s perfect. My toes curl inward, and my mouth opens to ingest some mattress.
He rears back and thrusts into me fully. I don’t know how to describe the sweetness that shoots and spirals through my system every time he enters me to the hilt. I’m so wet and so perfectly contoured to him, Blake grips my elbows and pulls me into my center like a folding chair, almost bisecting me.
And then he pumps into me again, mercilessly.
I know he must be doing those breathing exercises and mind tricks, because right now, I’m losing my mind. I don’t know how he is just pumping into me like this. My eyes roll, and I drool; I want to ask him to marry me. I seriously want to ask him to marry me. I’m so in love with his cock.
After driving deeply into me and sending me through a tumbling, helpless series of orgasms, Blake flips me onto my back and reenters from the front.
“Sex like we’re an old married couple,” I tease breathlessly.
“Yeah,” Blake replies. His blue eyes crinkle at the corners, and he ducks his head to come closer to me. Droplets of sweat trace down his neck. He whispers to me, “Yeah, just like we’re an old married couple.”
He bows over me and kisses me, long and slow. His dick becomes long and slow, too. He enters me one fraction at a time, so I vividly feel every inch of him, and I have to tear my lips away from his so I can moan.
“I can’t look at you without wanting to come,” Blake growls against my ear. I shudder responsively. “I want to come on you. Want to come inside you. Come with you. Come everywhere.”
He gazes into my eyes, and we hold this moment together. Even the sex seems to fall into the background, and it’s really just him and me. He slides so slowly and fully. I cringe around his textured girth as his base comes flush with my entrance. The rhythm is a deep, slow ride, but it can’t last forever.
The heat intensifies as his hips hitch harder. He pulls away from me, balancing on his knuckles to drive into me from a new angle, new leverage giving him a swifter thrust. My brains are rocked out.
He twists my hips and slaps a palm down onto my ass cheek, which tingles, and I whinny. He grips me and pulls me back, slamming into me. The thrusts reach a fevered pitch, and he roars. I feel his cock pop and spasm, filling me with reams of his seed. My eyelashes flutter. I want to go again.
I prop myself up on my elbows and realize I’m gazing into the LA Billionaire Bachelor Mansion master bedroom camera A.
I completely forgot this wasn’t just a regular house. A real moment.
“Fuck,” I gasp. Blake is softening but still inside me, and I’m still coated in sweat and lightly shuddering, but my mind is razor sharp now.
“What?” Blake pants.
“We forgot something.” I walk on my knees to the headboard, wedging my slick breasts against the camera lens as I disconnect it from behind. “There,” I breathe, rolling onto my back and beaming up at Blake. “Security got a free show.”