Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Yeah? You told her that?” she whimpers, jutting her hips forward, nearly begging for me to enter her.
I move forward and shake my head. “Of course not, kitten. You know this dick is only for you.”
I tilt my hips down and thrust up, slipping all of my inches inside her at once. She nearly cries out, and probably would have if I hadn’t clasped my hand over her mouth to silence her.
She feels so unbelievably good, and her pussy is so fucking tight that I can barely contain myself as I start thrusting. But that’s a good thing—we don’t have much time. I have a shoot to get back to, and Cara and Carlos are waiting for us out in the studio. Of course, if I had it my way, I’d lay her out on the floor out there and fuck her all afternoon. I’d come once and then make her suck me until I’m hard again, then I’d fuck her until I came again.
But we’re on a timeclock now, so I move in close and lock my lips around hers as I pump her delicious little pussy with everything I’ve got, doing my best not to make any noise.
Her tongue is sweet and slick against mine, and I lift her shirt up so I can feel her soft breasts against my chest. It’s incredible, but it’s not enough. I’m going to want more again later.
God, I’m going to always want more with this girl.
I press my thumb against her clit, and she goes wild. With just the right amount of pressure and tiny little circles, her whole body starts to quiver.
“Baby…” she whispers.
“I know,” I tell her. “Come for me.”
“Will you?” she asks.
I smile, gazing into the beauty that is her eyes. “You first.”
She smiles back, and I realize I’m looking into the true happiness that could be my life.
This girl.
I thought by fucking her I would be just scratching an itch that would allow me to stop being distracted at work, but Ivy is so much more than that.
I lock my lips to hers as she begins to moan when her orgasm hits her, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge too. I spray inside of her, knowing she’s going to be feeling my warm, sticky seed for the rest of the shoot—a constant reminder of what we just did.
I squeeze both her breasts as I start to come down, and we both laugh quietly when it’s over.
“I wish I could have done this before every shoot you assisted on,” I tell her.
“Stop,” she giggles.
“I’m serious. You don’t even know how distracting you’ve been to me. You’re the reason I didn’t load the SD card in on that shoot with Christine.”
“What!?”
“I was about to,” I explain. “Then I saw you bent over doing something, and I got lost staring at this.” I grab her ass and squeeze with both hands. “And completely forgot what I was doing. Screwed up the entire shoot.”
Ivy bursts out giggling and covers her mouth with her hands. “I was wondering what happened…”
“Come on, let’s get back out there,” I say. “Pretend we just had to fix something with the camera grip or batteries or something.”
We get ourselves quickly back together and head back out into the studio together, bullshitting about gear in a way that will make Cara and Carlos believe we were back there doing something that needed to be done before the shoot. Luckily, the two of them are just finishing up Cara’s hair, so they’re not exactly in the mood to be suspicious anyway. I do have to admit, though, Cara does look even better than she did when Ivy and I went out back. Carlos was right.
“All set?” I ask, holding up my camera.
“Just a finishing touch,” Carlos replies, teasing a few strands of Cara’s hair, his eyes filled with the stare of perfection. “There. We’re good.”
“Better, don’t you think?” Cara asks, smiling at herself in the mirror. “Didn’t I tell you Carlos was a genius?”
“It looks great.” I nod. “Now why don’t you show me your genius, Cara? And let’s crush this shoot.”
Cara nearly leaps out of her chair and takes her place over by the backdrop in her first outfit. I raise my camera to start on the first shot, but before I put my eye to the eyepiece, I glance back over my shoulder to Ivy, who is on her stool in the corner of the studio and give her a little knowing grin.
She’s going to sit there now, throughout this shoot (however long it takes), with her tight little pussy full of my cum, thinking about what we just did. I wonder how that’s going to make her feel?
For me, I am able to actually focus on the shoot now that she and I fucked beforehand. I guess I was right; this is going to have to be what I do with her from now on if I want to maintain my focus—at least when she’s in the studio, which seems to be every single day I have a shoot given the fact that she’s never once called out or missed a day for any reason.