She looks up, noticing the full-sized mirror just outside the closet area, directly across from the bed. “Frank…”
Once the pillows are tucked beneath her, I pull her ass back toward me. This is my favorite position, and my cock is throbbing with anticipation to fuck Bex this way. Hitting that spot, the fucking spot, deep inside her, her ass slapping against me, her tits bouncing with each thrust… all while we get to watch each other in the mirror.
I reach for a condom from the nightstand when Bex says, “I’m on the pill.” My hand falters as I attempt to rip open the packet. “And I got tested a few weeks ago, right after we… the first time.”
I make eye contact with Bex in the mirror. “What are you saying, Bex?” I ask, physically and emotionally slipping between Frank and Corey.
“I know you have to get tested before and after each film,” she says softly. “So, if you’re clean… I don’t want to use condoms.”
There’s a tantalizing electric current between us, heat in both of our eyes as I toss the condom over my shoulder. Of course, I don’t want to wear a fucking condom, and the fact that she got tested, a forethought of us…
I shake my head and get back into Frank. Reaching forward, I fist Bex’s hair in my hand and grip my cock with the other. “You want me to fuck you bare, hm? You want to feel every inch,” I whisper darkly, angling my cock inside her. “Every vein,” I say, pushing inside her tight, wet heat slowly. “Every fucking pulse of my cock, hm?”
Bex moans when I am fully seated in her. I tug on her hair, urging her to look up and look ahead at the mirror. “Keep your eyes on us, baby.”
I release her hair and grip her hips tightly before slipping out, then slamming back, deep inside her.
“Fuck, Frank, yes!” Bex cries as I fuck her at a relentless pace. She wanted to fuck Frank Moro, and Frank only fucks hard. And goddammit, am I lucky she was brave enough to ask for this, because it feels so fucking good. This angle has me hitting Bex’s favorite spot, the one that makes her scream and gush, and it doesn’t take long for her to get there.
“That’s it, Bex. Oh, fuck,” I moan as she clenches tightly around me, wave after wave of her orgasm feeling like bliss.
When she starts to come down, I say, “Give me your hands.”
Weakly, she lifts one hand back toward me. When I have it secured in mine, she holds back her other hand. I grip her wrists with one hand and hold her waist with the other. With every slow, deep thrust, I pull her back onto my cock. Her tits bounce with every movement and it’s so erotic, so tight and deep. I don’t ever want this to end.
Her cunt starts to contract again, the onslaught of another orgasm coming quickly, and I know I won’t last through this one. Releasing her wrists, I catch her with one hand across her chest, pulling her up to align my chest against her back. One hand slides up her chest, gripping her throat, while the other squeezes at her breast.
“I’m going to come inside you, Bex. Is that what you want?” I growl, my hips pistoning into her, uncontrollably messy at this point.
My grip on her throat is just tight enough for her to say, “Yes, sir.”
At that moment, our eyes meet in the mirror, and I explode. My orgasm rockets through me, shocks race up and down my spine, and my balls tighten as Bex milks my cock with her second orgasm.
My cock slips from inside her heat, and I feel my come dripping from her pussy onto my thighs. Releasing her throat, she collapses back against my chest, and I maneuver us back onto the bed. She turns and tucks into my chest, her leg slung over my hips, both of our orgasms making a beautiful, sticky mess on our skin.
We both pant, coming down from our rapturous high together.
“Well? Was that all you expected it to be?” I ask, nuzzling my with my nose, then pressing my lips softly to hers.
“Mmmm,” she hums in agreement. “You know what?”
“Hm?”
“I think next time we need to record it.”
Holy fucking shit, I have found the perfect woman and I’m never letting her go.
Chapter 29
Bex
“You weren’t kidding. This takes a lot of fucking work to put on.” Britney is grumbling as she replaces a tray of crudites on the banquet table laden with appetizers.
Laughing, I say, “You’re not even doing anything. There are caterers for that.”
Britney gives me one of her ditzy smiles, like she’s playing dumb. “Just keeping myself occupied.”
I give her a look. “You wouldn’t happen to be… avoiding someone, by any chance? Hm?”
