I groan at the idea of her perfect pussy having a piercing. I feel my dick get even harder and pre cum trickles down my shaft.
I thrust my hips up, searching for her lips, and she gives them to me, sucking me deep into her mouth.
I dig my fingers into her full ass cheeks, spreading her wide for meto get deeper inside her. Her fluids drip into my mouth, and I feel my dick on the brink of gushing into hers.
“Come for me, Beautiful,” I pant between her legs.
Her thighs tremble around my head. She moans as she slides her lips up and down my dick. This is the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten. She comes back up to my crown and I feel her tongue ring all around my sensitive tip.
“Jon!”
Her pussy spasms around my tongue, squirting her juices into my mouth.
“Mmmm. Mmmhmmm.” I swallow her down, savoring her taste.
She works her hand around my shaft. I’m so hard. I’m on the verge of coming. She works her hand and mouth in opposite motions. She’s milking me for all I’m worth, and I want to give her everything.
“Oh, fuck! Margeaux!”
My dick throbs as I come in her mouth and she hums around me. I feel her tongue stroke me as she devours me.
We both flop on the bed, laying in opposite directions. I kiss her ankles, deciding she’s the only being I want to worship.
“Still feel like this is a bad decision?” she asks me between heavy breaths.
“Terrible. But it’s the best decision I’ve ever made,” I say.
“Me too.”
26
MARGEAUX
I have been smilingnon-stop for the last week. Jon went back to Paramount the morning after our whirlwind evening, and we haven’t stopped talking since he left. Well, he’s not able to text a lot while he’s at work, and I’m not near my phone during training, but outside of that, we’re texting, doing quick phone calls. He video called me to have breakfast with me this morning. How fucking sweet is this guy? It should be illegal for a guy to be this nice. I never would have thought I’d fall for such a wholesome guy. I should bring him to Jacky’s wedding as my date. My mom will adopt him on the spot, and I’ll be redeemed for all of my rebellious behavior.
“What’s got you smiling all big and bright, Marg?” Jazz asks, knocking her elbow into my side.
I grin, knowing I look like a total fool. Whatever. I like Doctor Jon. He’s smart, funny, and he fucking cares about me. What more can a girl ask for? Oh yea. He’s also a savant at eating pussy. He had me in tears from the number of orgasms he gave me with his tongue. I was worried I looked like a Great Dane smothering a Beagle, but two minutes of having Jon between my legs, pushed all those worries away. Jon admitted that me getting off is what gets him off. He thought he was being sly, but I watched him steal a pair of my panties before heleft my apartment at the crack of dawn yesterday. Doctor Jon is a naughty boy and I’m so here for it. I love that I’m bringing out the bad side of him.
“No one.” I swat Jazz’s hand away and fill my plate with food in the training facility’s cafeteria.
“I askedwhat, notwho. You sexy slut! Who are you getting with?!” she chirps almost loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear. She covers her mouth with her hands, her eyes are two bright beams of inquiry. Her feet are stomping in place, antsy to hear the details. She’s like a little kid.
“Food first. I can’t think about anything else until I get some calories in me.”
Training has been ramping up. This week’s match-up is going to be crazy. Jazz and I are doing a tag-team event against Eva and Sasha . It’s already being promoted on social media like crazy and fans are predicting we have this win in the bag. It’s going to be our best match to date.
The big part about entertainment wrestling is the storyline. Our personas are involved in a world of their own. The rivalries exist in the ring only. Sure, Eva and her girls on the Glam Squad can be annoying at times, but that’s just part of the competitive nature of our sport. We’re all competing for permanent spots on the network. If the crowd doesn’t like your character– if you’re showing no growth—you’re out. I let the incident in Paramount knock me off my game for a couple weeks, but I’m back and focused and ready to make a splash in this tag team match.
“Okay, details, details, details. Who is it?” Jazz asks. I haven’t even touched my fries yet and she’s grilling me. “Is it Freddy?! He’s such a big bear. I bet he could even throw you around.”
I smile and drink my water, not giving her any information.
“No. Not him. He’s slept with half the girls here. Too much of a player for you. You talk a big game, but you’re a softy at heart.” She winks at me. She’s totally right. I like to have fun and do my own thing, but I guess why I like Jon so much is because I know he isn’t trying to play games. He says what he means, and he follows it up with actions. I can trust him.
“Hmmm…Is it one of the rookies? That guy with the long, curly hair? He seems your type.”
“And what’s my type, Jazz?” I ask, curious to hear her take on me.
