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He works in TV and he shows Jessica around the set where he’s filming. Their relationship quickly escalates and they have sex…on one of the sets! As things develop, so does their love play. In public places! And a little spanking never really hurt anyone.
Will Jessica be able to say goodbye to Grant when his work is done?
It’s a seriously sexy snog today, with some wicked dominant teasing from Grant, enjoy :)
“Fuck,” he gasps, “fuck.” He untangles himself from me and flops on the bed beside me, chest heaving. “God, Jess, you drive me wild.” He rolls onto his side and wraps an arm around my waist. The weight of the limb across my body makes me tingle and I bump up my hips. I’ve not come yet and I’m desperate for release.
“I’ve not forgotten about you, baby,” he purrs, kissing my neck and sending chills of arousal to coil around my limbs and fire to blast to my core. “Just remember you have to ask me for permission to come, okay?”
He slides his mouth lower to nibble and nip at my neck and shoulder. I surrender to the sensations. Settling his hand over my pubis, he dips his fingers into my wetness, the resultant pressure on my clit forcing a groan from between my lips.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear, “that’s it, moan for me.”
“Mmm-hmm.” I can’t form words, but I want him to know that I’ll do it for him. I can’t help myself in fact, can’t hold it in. I need to let it out, need to let the pressure fly free. I’m overwhelmed: his touch, his words, his scent, the smell of our joining… I am completely fixated on him and the way he is manipulating me closer and closer to orgasm with deft flicks and rubs of his fingers.
“Can I come?” I beg, the compulsion almost too much to bear. “Please, Sir.”
“Oh, please, Sir. Please.” I groan and writhe. I’m so close, if he keeps the pace and the rhythm I’m going to come anyway, but I really don’t want to disappoint him.
“What do you want?” he growls.
“To come. Please let me come, Sir.” I buck up against him harder, clench and release my hands in the cuffs, desperate to hold on, to not let go until I’m given permission to do so, but I’m so close. I sob my frustration.
“Come for me, Jessica.”
And I come, hard, fast, and with a gush of wetness I’ve never experienced before. I curl up tightly and moments later stretch out as the force of the orgasm radiates to my tips—fingers, toes, hair.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” I repeat the words over and over and snuggle in towards him. He lifts his head so I can wrap my arms around his neck, then holds me close while I shudder. I’ve just blown apart, completely and utterly spread in every direction, blasted out into the cosmos, and his hands put me back together again as they hold me close.
I am new. I am content. I am his.
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