Childstar 2

Leaning forward, I placed the glass on the table before us and rose to my feet, my back to him as I reached for the zipper of my dress, slowly working it down…

“Umm…” I paused, turning back to him completely. “I just noticed the cameras. Do you mind?”

“Of course, sorry.” He jumped, almost tripping as he reached for a tablet on the side table. He shook his head once, squinting as he tried to focus on the screen. “Done.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, moving back to him and cupping his cheek. I allowed my thumb to rub across his bottom lip. “You seem like a good guy, Mr. Gooden. Good guys shouldn’t pay for sex. You never know who you’ll meet.”

“What?” he drifted off as the drugs kicked in.

Ring.

Grinning as I walked around his furniture back to the door, I opened it to see Damon standing stony-faced, his eyes traveling up and down my body.

“Right on time,” I said.

“Take off the dress,” he demanded. I took a step back, allowing him to enter the suite.

“No.”

Frowning, he reached out to grab my waist and press me against his hard body. I could feel the bulge of him against me.

“Take it off, Blair, before I do.”

“We have a job to do, Damon.”

“Yeah, and six hours before the drug wears off. More than enough time for me to pay you back,” he whispered while one of his hands slid up my dress. My hands already were working on the buttons of his shirt as his eyes filled with lust, and he licked his lips without even realizing it.

“Damon—” I moaned into his kiss as he grabbed my thighs, lifting me up and moving me to the glass windows, in perfect view of Mr. Gooden. I shivered, feeling the slick glass on my back as he pulled down the top half of my dress. Pulling my breasts from my bra, he took one of my nipples into his mouth. My mouth dropped open as I gripped his hair.

“Yes…” I hissed, biting my lip.

He undid his pants with ease, allowing them and his boxers to give a perfect view of his ass to the camera.

“Fuck…” I gasped. My eyes widened when he thrust forward, his hard dick slamming into my pussy.

His eyes met mine, shining mischievously. We weren’t actually supposed to be having sex, but apparently he didn’t care—and that excited me even more.

“Harder,” I demanded when his lips covered mine.

This was one of my favorite sex scenes of the movie.

There was no foreplay. The screen direction simply read, “Damon fucks Blair in front of sleeping Mr. Gooden.”

I gripped his shoulders as his mouth traveled from my lips to my jaw.

“

Oh!” I moaned, my legs wrapped around him as he held me in place, ramming himself deeper into me. The glass rocked and creaked behind us, but neither of us cared. We were in total sync, my breasts bouncing freely against me.

Biting my ear, he didn’t slow down. He fucked me so hard I couldn’t even make complete sentences. Just as I felt the tension building in the pit of my stomach, he came.

“No,” I whimpered when he pulled out of me. My legs were too weak to stand on my own, so I slowly slid to the ground.

“You … fucking … bastard,” I said, glaring at him and inhaling deeply through my nose as he adjusted himself.

“I said payback would be a bitch, didn’t I?” He said with absolutely no fucking shame. “As hot as you look, baby, you’re going to need to get up. We have a job to do.”

To that, I just flipped him off.