Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance - Page 41

“FUCKING CHRIST!”

Bursts of light popped behind her eyelids as her pussy came undone, her walls squeezing, her juices streaming out, her entire sex throbbing and convulsing rapidly as this climax became her world. The vibrations radiating through her ass thanks to the toy were adding layer upon layer on the orgasm until a second one hit her moments later, just as forceful as the first.

“Fuuuuuuck!”

And then she couldn’t speak, only cry out with animal-like sounds. Nor could she control her own body any longer. Her long-limbed five-ten form started spasming, her hips bucking until she actually turned herself over, burying her face in the mattress, screaming until another big wave of pleasure hit her and turned her over again.

She felt Amy lay on top of her trembling, twitching body, pinning her arms down with her hands above her head. Sally’s legs were parted with Amy’s thigh and suddenly Sally had a surface to grind her demanding pussy against while Amy held her captive and kissed her with lips still slick with her come.

And soon Sally was coming again.

Chapter 15

“Aaaaahhhh! Fuck!”

Amy pounded the mattress with her fists as her latest orgasm rocked her, Sally’s vibrator still being pumped in and out of her swollen pussy by Sally as the woman bit Amy’s left nipple hard, the pain only adding to the fireworks happening below her waist.

“Oh my fucking god!” Amy finally gasped out. “Oh fuck, baby!”

She heard the vibrator click off, felt her nipple released from Sally’s teeth and then her and Sally were cuddling while Amy recovered from the paroxysms of pleasure which were starting to slowly subside, Sally stroking her hair as she came down from the high.

What time was it? She had no idea. But her and Sally had been at it for a while now. They were both sweaty, rapidly breathing women, each with several bite marks all over their bodies now because fortune had finally smiled on Amy and she had found a woman who also saw the erotic fun of a little sexy pain.

After a while, Sally rolled over onto her back, staring at the ceiling.

“Yep, Max is definitely going to kill me,” she said, shaking her head.

Amy felt her professional instincts kicked in.

“You’re not in any real danger from this guy, are you?” she asked.

Sally looked at her with raised eyebrows and started chuckling.

“From Max? God no! I trust him with my life! I mean, he puts on this gruff exterior but in reality he’s a big softie. And he would never dream of hurting me.”

“I’d like to meet him,” Amy said after a moment. She couldn’t help it. She realized now that she just had to meet the guy who wrote all those Jillian Ashley books.

Sally rolled onto her side again, facing Amy.

“Please don’t be upset with him,” she said. “If you knew him like I know him, you’d realize that he didn’t write those books to hurt anybody. He wasn’t trying to play a trick on gay women and bamboozle us. Like I told you earlier, it started off as a silly personal challenge he gave himself as a writer and then it turned out he was good at it and was making money from it.”

“I get that,” Amy replied. It was still a big letdown that Jillian Ashley wasn’t female, though. Even if Sally had been the beard for a woman who looked more like Danny DeVito than like, well, Sally, Amy would have been more at peace with that discovery than this one.

“I suppose,” Amy continued, thoughtfully, “that it doesn’t really matter if a man writes lesfic?”

“Honestly?” Sally began. “I don’t see why it should. Of course, I’ve had a little longer to live with the truth about Jillian than you have, and at first, I was upset. But after thinking about it for a few days…”

She sat up then and Amy’s eyes immediately went to Sally’s breasts. Larger than her own and teardrop-shaped, with nipples that were a soft, almost-not-there pink, Amy was mesmerized by them. She licked her lips but controlled herself from touching them.

Sally went on.

“After a few days, I began to think, what difference does it make? Max wrote four really terrific books about lesbians. The stories were interesting and they brought me happiness when I read them, especially during the quarantine period of the pandemic.”

Amy nodded, also adjusting herself so she was sitting up next t

o Sally against the padded headboard. Sally had a point: the Jillian Ashley novels brought her happiness also—and countless others as well.

“And what’s super cool,” Sally continued, “is that Max treats women with respect in all his books. I mean, as a guy, he could have written a smutty porno book about lesbians but instead he created strong female characters that aren’t just sexual objects.”

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