𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 ❦
Upon making the abrupt decision to enter the porn industry, Evelyn learns new pleasure never before felt after meeting CEO, Blaine Stonewood.
# 7 sex scenes
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He guided me in a dark room with a gentle hand on my back, closing the door behind us.
I was pushed up against the door the second it was shut, him not even wasting the time to turn on the lights.
I felt the softness of his lips graze mine, and my nerves seem to spike into the air. This seemed slightly rushed — we only met a few minutes ago but it seemed parties held these kinds of encounters. You meet, have sex, and never see each other again.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have a one-night stand?
"Fuck, you're so cute." His hand wrapped loosely around my throat, and for some reason, that seemed to add to my arousal. I never really thought about the kinks I was in, of course never was able to experiment.
A small whimper left my throat when he did, and I began to lean into his hand only for it to get tighter.
"You like being choked, little girl?" The way he was talking to me is if he was degrading me, mocking me, or talking to a child. But oh my god it was so hot.
"Y-Yes," That smirk curled his lips again before I was met with his lips to mine. I slowly began to move mine against his, feeling how soft they were and how we molded them together.
His other hand began to smooth down my hips, softly stroking it and occasionally pulling on my dress. Even though we had just met, I felt myself desperately pulling onto him, wanting anything he could give me. Desperate for his touch alone.
I tugged on his white dress shirt, trying to pull him closer when he moved his lips to my neck, laying slow, delicate kisses down it until he reached my collarbone. I let out another whimper when he began sucking on that spot, feeling the arousing nibble of his teeth.
Both his hands moved to my thighs, lifting me and wrapping my legs around his waist. I could feel the fabric of my dress slowly moving up until it almost exposed my heat. I felt embarrassed as I could feel the material of his shirt skimming through my core. What if he thinks I'm a whore since I didn't wear panties?! He has every right to think I'm one! I'm about to have sex with him when we just met.
I let out a yelp when he suddenly began to rub my wet heat, circling his finger around my swelling folds. "Ungh..." I didn't even recognize the sounds I made when his finger came in contact with my twitching clit. A dark chuckle fell from his kissable lips.
"No panties, baby? You're bold," I whined loudly, pulling harder on his shirt as he began to slowly rub my clit. My thighs squeezed harder around his waist, simultaneously pulling him closer.
"W-Wait...Blaine," I let out a breathy moan when he began to slow down and nudged my head up.
"Do you want me to stop?" He whispered, moving his hand away from my pussy for the time being. I shook my head with a heavy blush filling my cheeks.
