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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I stroked along the base but he pulled my hand off and pushed my hands above my head, gesturing for them to stay there and not move.
He sat back up, grabbing the hem of my dress and beginning to lift it over my head. My whole body is now revealed to him, making me move my arm to my breasts.
"Now now, little girl. Don't get all shy on me now...we're just beginning." I watched him open his jeans the rest of the way, giving his cock more room to come out.
His unbuttoned shirt was taken off, joining his pants that were now on the floor. My eyes wandered over his sculpted body, the one someone like a sex god would have. He had a perfectly hard six pack, his chest filled with tattoos along with his arms and a bit of his legs. Large veins were running through his hands and arms, adding to his masculine look.
I gulped when my eyes went back to his cock laying against my stomach, looking over the size and knowing it would stretch me a good amount.
His finger tipped my chin up, allowing his lips to capture mine in a slow but hot kiss. My body jolted when he slowly rubbed my clit again.
"N-No, Daddy..." I whined, trying to push his hand away as I broke the kiss.
"Baby, you can take it. Show Daddy how much of a good girl you are," His body was now pressed fully against mine as he whispered those lewd words into my ear, his breath fanning my neck. My knees bent, coming up and hanging at his sides where I then noticed he discarded his boxers. I could feel his raging hard-on pressing into my thigh, slowly rubbing into me every time he moved.
His hand came up, wrapping around my throat as he sped up his movement on my clit. I let out a moan, my head tilting back while my thighs squeezed around him. My eyes fell closed, feeling the pleasurable pain of my sensitivity. He let out a deep chuckle, kissing my cheek.
"I think you're ready." He grabbed his cock, jerking it a few times before pressing it against my sex, collecting all the juices. He leaned over me and to his nightstand where he opened the first drawer and toom out a gold square package, ripping it open with his teeth finally to slide the condom over his cock.
"G-Go slow..." I muttered as he began to press against my entrance.
"Are you a virgin?" I shook my head no which led to a small smile trickling his lips. He leaned back down, kissing me deeply as he pressed in slowly, the tip easily sliding in from how wet I am. He eased in, inch by inch, and taking it as slow as he could.
"Fuck, love, you're so tight." His hands rubbed over my sides as he stood on his knees, pulling my hips close slowly until he was fully inside. I winced as he thrust into me slowly, looking down at me with slight worry. "Tell me to stop at anytime…" He whispered, me nodding and trying to drive out the pain with the slight pleasure I could feel.
With each thrust, the pleasure got more intense until finally, all pain faded. When that happened, I pulled on his neck, making him lean over. We shared another hot kiss, his thrusts getting harder inside me. He bit down on my lower lip, pulling it out before sitting back up, angling my hips a certain way and pounding into me. I gasped and moaned loudly, clenching the sheets in my fists and arching my back as he slid in and out of my inner walls.
But ny heart dropped when my phone began to ring on the bed in front of me, at the same time he flipped me and oushed my head down into the mattress.
"Answer the phone, kitten." He whispered huskily and I blushed, shaking my head.
"Do it baby, be a good girl and answer the phone." I moaned at his words alone, hesitantly reaching for my phone and seeing Mikey's contact.
I answered the phone.
"H-Hello—" I clamped down onto my lip as Blaine got up higher on my hips, leaning over my back and bouncing his thrusts down on me straight on my g-spot.
"Bitch, where the guck did you go? I've been looking everywhere for you!" He said frantically over the line and I could hear him crossing his arms from here.
"I-I'm okay…" I nearly moaned, "I'll catch up with you later." I just hung up and threw my phone down, finally letting out a moan at the intense pleasure that followed each and every thrust.
I clenched around him, hearing him let out a low groan that made me clench again.
"Don't do that, little girl. I'm trying to be easy on you..." I smirked, biting my lip to try and hide it. I had a sudden boost of confidence. "Then don't,"
"Are you sure Kitten? It's gonna get rough." I nodded, whimpering as he had stopped thrusting and tried to thrust on him. He chuckled, reaching over and grabbing his belt.
"As much as I love hearing your cute little moans..." He trailed off, sitting my head up and wrapping the belt around my neck, fastening it, and then pulling the strap tight. My breath hitched, only a slight amount of air being able to get through. And even though I couldn't breathe, I found myself being more lustful.
He pulled me onto my hands and knees, striking my ass with his hand before thrusting hard back into me. This time with no time to adjust, he pounded into me mercilessly, holding the belt tight with one hand and yanking hard on it, cutting off my air before loosening. I could feel my face becoming hot as I tried to breathe. "Tap my arm twice if it's too much,"
I could hear him chuckle. "You're so pretty baby, are you Daddy's slut for the night?" I would've thought these words would make me uncomfortable. But they gave the opposite effect. He wasn't calling me a slut. He was calling me his slut.
And god, I always wanted to be. The way his words moved me, made my insides clench was a whole other level of sexy I didn't even knew existed.
I knew he had to be older, the experience he had couldn’t come from a college boy, especially as he aimed his thrusts just right.
