“I’ve been watching you for way too fucking long, babe.” And then: “Show me that ass.”
I do it, too. I don’t even think twice. Thinking twice is for people who don’t know what the fuck they want, and I know exactly what’s on my wish list right now: him.
“God,” Felix purrs as I position myself on the couch, doggy-style. He grabs the meat of my ass and spreads my cheeks, which makes me damn glad that I’ve been hitting the gym lately. “What a perfect fucking ass.”
I could tell him the same about his frankly, but I don’t. That’s the thing about fucking a movie star, I’m quickly discovering. They always seem to know their next line.
And me? I’m pretty sure if I talk to him right now, I’d be going off script.
“I’ve been dreaming about this ass of yours, Quinn.” He smacks it like it’s done him wrong, and while I don’t have anything to say about that revelation either, I do manage to moan for him. “Do you have any idea how fucking hard this ass makes me?”
I don’t, actually—not until he shows me. Felix positions himself behind me on the couch and presses his cock against my ass.
He’s so fucking hard.
A diamond would fucking tremble.
I hiss as he presses the tip against the tight pucker of my ass.
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I want it. I want it bad. He’s huge and hard and thick and throbbing, and I don’t even care.
I’m going to let Felix fucking Fitzgerald do whatever he wants with me.
Anal included.
Anal with Felix fucking Fitzgerald?
You bet your ass I will.
But just before he takes me…he stops, grabs me by the throat from behind and presses a wet kiss against my ear.
“No,” he growls. “Not here.”
And that’s how I end up naked against my bedroom window with Felix Fitzgerald’s dick in my ass.
He gives it to me nice and slow at first, holding my waist with one hand and his cock with the other. He feeds it to me inch by inch while my nipples press against the window pane and my every breath comes more ragged than the last.
“Goddamn,” he grunts. “So this is what it looks like for you, huh?”
“Mmmmm,” I say back, because that’s how far I’ve gotten to actually talking to this dude so far.
“Look at you, you fucking tart. Is this where you’ve been watching me from, Quinn? I know you’ve been looking…Christ, you’ve been staring at my dick for the better part of a year now. Did you think you were going to get all of that for free?”
He rams into me. We’re not doing the nice and easy thing anymore.
He’s going mean and hard and—fuck.
I like that even better.
“I’ve seen the way you looked at me, Quinn. Like a dirty fucking slut who needs to be taught a lesson. Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s impolite to stare?”
I blink twice then gasp as Felix’s palm connects with my ass again. He thrusts his cock a little deeper, and the moment that his slap reverberates against my skin, I clench up and pull him deeper.
“That’s it. Good slut. Good whore.”
His hand smooths down my back now, making me shiver. Behind me, his hips are finding a rhythm as he eases the last few inches inside me.