Offense & Defense

I mean, don’t you think that, when you look at him on the cover?

Just lifting you up?

You’d spread your legs for him. He’d maneuver you like a sex object. Use the entrance to your pussy to rub the head of his cock around a bit.

Oh yeah. Just imagining the tip of his cock against my pussy lips is getting me hot.

I love it.

I bring a hand back, running it over my ass cheek until it gets to the thin layer of fabric that’s covering my pussy lips.

Maybe someone says something to me, but I don't care whose watching because I take a finger and start to rub my folds. It feels good.

I feel like I’m in heat. I close my eyes and arch my back, imagining Ethan’s tongue running along me. From my pussy to my crack.

That’s right. Like the song.

Lick it hard. Lick it good. Just like he should.

I shudder as I feel warmth flood my body.

God, I want to fuck him so bad.

I’m writhing on the bed all of a sudden. I don’t know how or why, but I’m on my back.

My fingers go under the waistband of my thong and I run one finger over my clit now.

That feels too good.

If I keep doing this I’m going to…

“Cut!” I hear the photography director yell. Followed immediately by, “Brittney, I don't know where that came from babe, but it was scorching!”

The world starts to intrude on my haze of lust at this point and I look around.

Ethan’s standing there, maybe ten feet away.

I guess the people were filming the whole time.

But who cares about that. Do you see the more important thing?

Ten feet away stands Ethan Kane.

His eyes are staring directly at me.

With the biggest fucking cock tent on his crotch that I have ever seen.

Me. An ex-porn star. I thought I’d seen everything.

Have never seen a cock this big.

This could be my ticket in, I think, no?

What do you think?

No, don't answer that. I’m already off the bed.

I need to get into his office to figure out what the hell I would need.