“I’m gonna need you to be a bit more specific, princess,” I grit out. My cock is throbbing, aching for release from the confines of my pants. I can feel a growing wet spot where my precum has soaked through my boxer briefs.
“I may have… finally watched a few scenes featuring Frank,” Bex says, twisting a lock of her hair between her fingers.
My mouth goes dry, my pulse rocketing hard against my chest. “Oh? And what did you watch that’s leading you to this request, baby?”
She gives me a devious grin and leans back on her elbows, her breasts resting on the cool granite of the kitchen island. “There was this series. He took women to various hotel rooms and fucked them. Just the two of them. No camera crews or anything.”
There’s a whole hell of a lot turning me on about this conversation. Mentally, I try to quickly sift through and process my thoughts. First, I love that she’s talking about Frank as if he’s a different person than me. Because he is. In the time I’ve been with Bex, physically, sexually… It’s been me, Corey. Frank is a character I play… played.Jesus. Past tense. That’s gonna take some getting used to.
Second, I love how comfortable she feels, being open with me like this. Naked as fuck—her fancy ass thong is in my pocket from our earlier interlude, for safekeeping, of course—confident in her body and her request. If it was possible to go beyond the limits of attraction to someone, I’m sky-fucking-high for Bex right now.
And third… I know exactly what series she’s talking about. It’s a single camera, no crew, short-form pornography that put Neon Nights Media on the map. Just Frank and another performer, usually a woman, checking into a hotel, getting passionate and nasty as fuck. It’s one of my favorite series Neon Nights has done—and the most popular with fans, as well—because it’s authentic, raw, and deep.
And Bex, my beautiful Bex, is asking me to fuck her like that. Now.
Licking my lips, I ask, “Are you sure? Because Frank can be… aggressive. Especially when he’s been starving for weeks.”
Bex stands up and walks around the island to stand next to me. “I’m not sure I could handle it every time,” she says, her hands tugging up and untucking my dress shirt. She slides her hands over my chest, pushing the coat off my arms and letting it fall to the floor. “But I want to experience it tonight.”
Faster than she can blink, I have my hand in her hair, fisting it tightly and pulling her head back to look up at me. “I said. Are. You. Sure?”
She pants her reply. “Yes, sir.”
“Look me in the eye, Bex. If you want me to slow down, you say ‘yellow’. If you want me to stop, say ‘red’. I will stop immediately, no questions asked. Now tell me, one more time. Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir,” she says with confidence.
I release her hair and spin her around. “Place your hands on the counter and stick your ass out.” Bex hesitates for a moment, so I give her ass a firm smack. She yelps and quickly bends at the waist, her palms flat on the granite, presenting her beautiful, thick ass for display.
There’s a red mark where I smacked her, so I massage it softly. As I unbutton my dress shirt, I ask, “Have you ever been fucked hard, Bex?”
She shakes her head and whispers, “No, sir.”
My shirt falls on the floor next to the coat. I give her ass another smack, less sharp, on the other cheek, and this time she moans. The sound of my belt unbuckling alone has her gasping with anticipation. Pulling my pants and boxer briefs down, I kick them to the side.
“Spread those legs for me. Be a good girl,” I say softly.
Bex swiftly obeys, and before she’s finished adjusting her stance, I slide my hand between her legs, cupping her dripping wet cunt. I massage the area twice, then easily slip two fingers inside her, just as before, in the coatroom. Pumping my fingers a few times, avoiding the spot that she loves the most, causes her to groan.
“Corey, please,” she moans.
I give her ass a sharp smack. “Ah ah, princess. You’ve got Frank tonight.” I slam my fingers back into her pussy ,and this time, I press my thumb to the tight hole I’ve yet to play with.
“Fuck! Frank, oh my god.”
Chuckling darkly, I massage her hole before slipping my thumb in up to the first knuckle. “You keep crying out for god, baby, and I’ll show you who your god is.” Crooking my thumb and my fingers, I massagethe same spot inside her, rubbing small circles as if there were no barrier between my fingers.
“Frank, fuck, I’m coming,” Bex whimpers just before she shatters. I wrap an arm around her waist as her legs give out; between my support and the island, she’s safe… For now. Trembling in my arms, her come coating my fingers, dripping down my hand and her thighs… She sighs as if she’s spent.
Pulling my fingers from her holes, I slide my hand from supporting her waist, up her stomach, across her chest and pull her back to me. My cock presses into the seam of her ass as I hiss in her ear, “Oh, no, sweetheart. We’re not done yet.”
I spin her around and hoist her over my shoulders in a fireman’s carry, striding quickly down the hall to the bedroom, where I toss her down on the bed.
“Spread those legs for me, beautiful. Let me see the mess you’ve already made.”
Bex obliges, parting her legs and running a hand through her come-soaked folds. “Look what you’ve done to me, sir.”
Growling, I lean down and run my tongue from her ass to her clit. She moans, and I murmur, “Just wanted a taste. On your stomach and face this way,” I instruct her, as I reach for two pillows to slide beneath her stomach.
