Chapter Fourteen
Hannah
I didn’t know what I was doing, but it all seemed like it was supposed to happen. I stood with my leg propped up on the table as he slid his finger inside of me. For so long, it had been my finger dancing around inside of me, stroking my clitoris until I brought myself to orgasm with my legs spread open and a towel over my body. But now, there was a foreign object doing the walking. A long, manly finger stroking my pleasure spot as I tilted my head back. It’s all for the movie, I thought to myself as I closed my eyes, but before long, I had forgotten the reason I’d come by in the first place.
His tongue slithered across my flesh and left a trail of saliva that cooled when the soft breeze from the ceiling fan made contact with it. He pushed his finger deeper into my vagina as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my tits against his chest. Suddenly, he lifted me onto his waist like I was a rag doll as I wrapped my legs around him like a boa constrictor. I leaned in and connected my lips with his as he walked to the couch and gently laid me on the cushion, mounting me like a lion ready to devour his prey. I wanted him to. As my heartbeat picked up, I wanted him to swallow me whole and leave nothing left. He pulled his shirt off his body, exposing his tattooed chest. I placed my hands on his pecs, then slid down to his abs. His stomach was sculpted like an ice tray, and my fingers rippled as I went over each section.
“Are you sure?” he asked as he kneeled over me.
I reached for his neck and pulled him down. I went to feel his tongue search the depths of my mouth like a miner. His stubbly beard brushed against my cheek as he turned his head sideways and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I could feel him unhinging my shirt from the back, unsnapping buttons patiently until he couldn’t wait anymore. He ripped my shirt open from the back as I heard the buttons snap off, but I didn’t care. It was just a shirt, and it could be replaced easily, but right now, the passion outweighed anything else that floated through my mind.
He slid between my legs with his pants still on, grinding on top of me as he wrestled my breasts free from their lace prison. He exposed my pink, erect nipples and quickly slipped his mouth around them like he was feeding. The tingling sensation shot through my senses and caused my vagina to pulsate as it continued to lubricate my walls and dampen my panties. With his other hand, he felt his way back into my vagina as I gasped and dug my nails into his back. He hadn’t put his penis inside of me yet, but I felt I was already on the verge of cumming. He wandered around until he found my clit once again, stroking it delicately as if he could break it.
A rush shot from between my legs like a tycoon as I moaned, “Yes, I’m about… to cum… I’m about to cum!” He picked up his pace, stroking his finger back and forth across my clit as he stuck his tongue back into my mouth. I pulled his body closer to mine, using my nails like claws to make sure he didn’t move an inch from his position. I moved my mouth away from his. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Suddenly, he pushed his body away from mine, disregarding the force I used to drive my nails into his back. My legs twitched as he moved his head down below my waist and replaced his finger with his tongue.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I dug my nails into the cushions of his couch. He flattened his tongue and licked my lips like an ice cream cone, then slid to my clit and stroked it with his tongue like a snake. “Shit!” I yelled as my vagina erupted into his mouth like a wet, sulfuric volcano. He kept his mouth there and held my legs in place to keep me from moving away from him. I tried. I pushed against the cushions on the couch, but his grip was too strong. I tried to move my legs off his shoulders, but he tightened his muscles around my thighs, and at that moment, I was locked. My vagina pulsated as he slowed the strokes of his tongue down like the calming storms of a tornado. I leaned my head back onto the couch as my chest moved up and down, trying to catch my breath.
I heard papers rustle below me as my eyes were closed. Suddenly, he stood up, and moments later, I felt a long, stiff dick sliding into me. My mouth opened, wanting to scream out in ecstasy, but not able to find the words to release. He drove his penis inside of me as he pushed my legs back to a V-shape, just beyond my head. My tits bounced up and down as he rammed his dick inside. His hard body was pressed against mine as a pleasuring amount of pain erupted from my body. He leaned down and wrapped his mouth around my breasts, nibbling on my nipples like they were snacks. “Shit!” he yelled out as sweat dripped from his brow. “Fuck!”
Just then, he pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. He pressed his hand into the back of my head and buried my face down into the pillow as he stuck his dick back inside of me. With his other hand, he smacked my ass. I yelled mercilessly into the pillow, my voice muffled by the soft cotton that filled its insides. “Yes!” I yelled as my face was buried. I felt another wave ready to shoot from my vagina as his dick found its way around to every spot that I couldn’t reach with my fingers. “Fucking yes! You fuck that shit!”
It hurt, but the pleasure outweighed the pain. “I’m cumming again,” I yelled as I lifted my head from the pillow. My face scrunched up as I bit my lip and grabbed hold of the pillows beside me. Seconds later, I creamed onto his dick as my heart nearly jumped from my chest. I fixed my mouth to utter ecstasy, but nothing came out. Silent screams of pleasure filled the room as I heard a snap behind me. He moaned out loud, and moments later, I felt his warm cum dripping on my backside.
“Fuck! Fuck!” he yelled as he continued stroking himself. He grunted as I lifted my ass closer to him and rubbed it against his balls as he squeezed the rest of his cum onto me. As he calmed down, I laid flat on his couch with my head resting on the pillow. It had been a long time since I’d let anybody inside of me and it wasn’t until now that I realized how right Carrie was. She would always tell me that I needed to let somebody fuck me so I could loosen up, and right now, I felt as loose as I had been in a long time. Ezra sat down at the other end of the couch. His heavy breathing filled the silence in the room.
“Are you all right back there?” I asked, laying peacefully on his couch.
“I’m... good,” he said, out of breath, as I chuckled to myself.
I was comfortable doing this alone with him, but as I thought about how things would be once the cameras were on, I cringed. I felt that everything would change as soon as the lights turned on and the director yelled, “Action!” I didn’t know how I was going to make it through that moment whenever it arrived.