Page 102 of Breaking Hollywood

“God, Gabe.”

“That’s it, baby. Come on my hand. I wanna hear you scream my name.”

I suck her earlobe into my mouth, and her hips jerk against my hand, seeking more pressure.

I press my palm to her pussy, rubbing it hard against her clit.

“Gabe…please…I need…”

I pinch her nipple, and it sets her off like a rocket.

She screams my name, her pussy grinding against my hand, while she rides out her orgasm.

Making her come satisfies me in a way nothing ever has before. I don’t care if I don’t come—well, of course I care, but I care more about getting her off.

She goes slack in my arms. I put my arm around her waist, holding her up.

She turns her dazed eyes to me.

I love that just-come look in them that’s there because of me.

Mine.

Her mouth reaches up and softly kisses me.

I’m crazy about her.

The buzzer goes on the intercom, telling me that security is calling. Meaning Julian’s here.

Jesus, that was quick. What did the fucker do? Run here?

“It’ll be Julian,” I tell her.

I carefully pull my fingers from inside her and remove my hand from her panties. She pulls her bra and top back up, and I smooth her skirt down.

“He got here quick.”

“No kidding.”

“You might want to get rid of that before you let Julian up.” She grins down at my visible erection. She goes over to the sink, pumps some soap onto her hands, and turns on the tap. “And you might want to wash your hands.”

“No need.” I run my tongue up the palm of my hand, licking her come from it, and then I slip the fingers that were inside her into my mouth, sucking her from them.

I chuckle at the scandalous look on her face.

“Delicious.” I grin.

Then, I rearrange my dick in my pants and leave the kitchen to let Julian up while I think of every non-sexy thing I can to get my hard-on to go down.

Gabe

“So, you ran over his foot with your car?” Julian laughs.

“Yeah.” Speedy winces, a small smile on her lips.

“And broke his foot?”

“Yep.”