My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Iman Harriott ~

My head bashed against the dressing room door, as Alistair recklessly pushed me, as he attacked me with his lips.

Let's just say after that eye contact he gave to me before changing segments, I knew he was going to fuck me recklessly. It was the only thing I was looking forward to, while struggling to keep my cool on set.

"Do you still want to conversate about the timeframe we spoke about earlier?" Alistair alluded to what we spoke about during the break, between the kisses

"That can wait. I just want you in me" I got straight to the point

The lust in his eyes intensified more as he motioned for my legs to wrap around his torso. He picked me up and backed me to another wall in my dressing room.

The concussion I'm going to receive is not going to be cute at all.

"My head" I winced

"Shh I thought you liked it like that" Alistair thought, as he kissed my all over my neck

"I do..." I softly moaned

"So stop complaining and let me handle you the way you know I'll handle you" was all he said, before carrying me over to the desk

Similar to my daydream, instead there was no mess on my desk. It was all cleared away during my air time.

I rushed to take his blazer off, while we were making out passionately. Fighting with our tongues I'd say.

I just wanted to rip his tie of while Alistair wasted no time ripping my thong off me. I wanted to rip the buttons so badly of his white dress shirt too, but imagine walking around with your buttons broken on set. People would start asking questions. I don't need people to know his or my business like that.

"Wow..." I froze for a split second, even double checking if I should touch him or not

He's fucking swole!

Obviously we all grow and develop certain parts of our body that we never had when we were younger- some better or worse for others.

Alistair's body was a fucking work of art. I was so mesmerised. I didn't know what to do. My fingers just ran trails all over his pecs, his heavily defined six pack, the sharp v line. I was heading into dangerous territories when my fingers ended up on the waist band of his trousers.

"Do you like what you see Harriott?..." Alistair smirked, while his dress shirt fell onto the ground

"Hmm..." I hummed, as I was trying to burst his bubble a little

"Get up!" He instructed me and I did so with a smile on my face " I want you to turn around for me" I turned around

"I was going to fuck you sitting down but that's boring..." Alistair spoke into my ear, as he started to firmly grip my breasts, taking them out of my dress

My head fell back onto his bare chest, as I was about to put my hand over his, but Alistair removed them.

"You're going hands free today Iman..." he purred, wrapping his tie around my wrists together behind my back

Alistair started to multitask, bringing a hand to my wet vagina, sliding his finger into my slit, as he used the other hand to rub my hard nipples.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you?" Alistair asked, intensifying the pleasure of my pussy pulsing

"Y-yes" I moaned out, using my unfree hands to rub against his bulge in his trousers

"He's so fucking hard for me"...I smirked to myself.