First Comes Love

“Why not?” I’m pouting, and I know I look like a petulant kid, but God, I’m so horny right now and all I want is that big tasty cock.

“Chase told me last night that oral is out of the question too.”

I gasp in shock, and Carter grimaces, nodding in agreement as he says, “I know, right? Like, what the fuck?”

“Oh my God, this is getting ridiculous. What’s next, Carter? We aren’t allowed to even touch each other?”

He presses a finger to my lips. “Shh, they’ll hear you.” I think he’s only half joking.

Wow. This is terrible. Truly terrible. I’m now a complete wet, horny mess, and there’s nothing we can do about it. Well, there are things, but none of the things I really want.

But then to my total confusion, Carter smiles mischievously. “They told me that I can’t get head…but they never said anything about me giving it to you.”

My eyes widen as he starts to make his way down under the covers, kissing my stomach along the way, heightening every nerve in my body.

“Carter, are you sure?” Please, please be sure. And please let this be okay. Because I don’t know if I can handle not having his mouth on my pussy right the fuck now.

“I’m sure. I’m pretty amazing like that, you know.” He winks at me.

Laughing, my legs fall open, and as his hot breath hits my pussy, my laughter turns into a moan.

“Oh God, Carter, yes. Please.” I’m not above begging. And with this sexy as sin man between my legs, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get what I need. His lips press against my hot skin just above my center, and a plea falls from my mouth. And then… Oh. My. God.

Ashley

Oh, my God! I can’t believe how the tables have turned. For years I watched Carter Blaine on television getting seduced by women, who would always end with only giving him head, usually never even getting anything in return. But now, he’s the one moving down my body, wanting to please me knowing I can’t do anything for him.

I’m living the dream and fantasy of so many women, and the realization is not lost on me as my body relaxes, ready to feel his head between my legs. So much has happened between us in so little time. It’s like we’ve been together for years after sharing so much of ourselves and spending so much time together.

I’m so engulfed in everything Carter; I’ve barely spoken to my friends since we began seeing each other. It’s like my life has changed, his needs and lifestyle becoming even more important to me than my own. With the rules changing every day, it’s like the network is trying to make him fail, and that upsets me because he has done everything right.

There’s no way I’ll let him succumb to failure just because they don’t want to pay up. I don’t care about my contract anymore, obviously, but I do want Carter to see his big payday. There’s no way I’m going to let him break it for me, even though he seemed disappointed when I wouldn’t let him.

His lips are moving down my belly so slowly, he knows exactly how to turn me on, and my body is heating up for him. I can’t stand how quickly he can bring me to climax, but of course it has its benefits. He’s a puppet master when it comes to the bedroom, always in

control and enjoying toying with me as he does it.

Twisting my hips, I squirm beneath his mouth as the sensuality of his kisses tickles my sensitive skin. I’m always on high alert when he’s around, and when his mouth is on me it's even more intense. What would usually feel like a pinch or a brush against me, feels much more severe, often causing me to cry out in pleasure.

It’s a spell he puts me under, a spell that makes him a sex God, and me a grateful slave, always willing and ready for whatever he plans to dole out. I can’t imagine ever tiring of his touch, or even the taste of him. I could make out with him all day and be completely satisfied. I swear he could make me climax without ever touching me. It’s just a complete mind fuck the way he dominates me, both physically and mentally.

Wasting no more time, he delves right in between my legs, lapping me with that thick and long tongue. Just thinking about it makes me miss his cock, which the production crew has pretty much made completely off limits. There seems to be nothing I can do to get him off, and it's still incredibly erotic that this is what he wants. He must enjoy pleasing me as much as I do him. I could cum from hearing him call my name or groan his appreciation.

“Ahh!” I call out, his lips working over my sex, before he moves to my thighs, nibbling away at the soft skin between my legs. He does this mix of sweet and spicy, where he bites me before kissing the bite mark with his tongue. It feels so good, a blend of pain and pleasure. After repeating this on both of my inner thighs, he kisses up my belly, returning to his favorite – my breasts.

I love the way he massages me with his tongue, and this morning is no different, as he takes a mouthful of my soft breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple. My arousal growing, I feel the nipple harden in his mouth, which seems to be his goal because afterwards he immediately tugs at it with his front teeth.

Sucking hard on my nipple, causing me to cry out, he slides his hand between my legs, slipping two fingers into my slippery sex. The pressure erases the pain from his suction, and I focus on the sensation between my legs as the intense waves build in my abdomen.

I cannot believe the amount of orgasms I’ve experienced in the past two days; it’s like he’s going for a world record or something the way he keeps pushing me to the edge. I didn’t even know I could cum this much, but it’s like every one is better than the last so I’m definitely not complaining.

Working on my second breast, with his fingers sliding in and out of me, I feel myself ready to explode, but I know he’s going to stop soon. It’s just what he does, and I know there’s no way it could be this easy, so I try to prepare myself for the let down, but the build up is just too sweet to fight. My body is begging for the release, and tears literally sting my eyes knowing he'll soon snatch away my climax.

“Carter, please let me cum for you,” I plead.

He doesn’t say a word, well, he really can’t with a mouthful of boob, but he remains silent and I think that means he won’t be letting me cum after all. His hand is slamming into me, and I’m crying out his name over and over as I feel myself going over the edge.

Knowing the painful halt to my pleasure is coming, I try to hold back, but it's useless. This orgasm is rattling me to my core and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m halfway through the climax before I finally relax, sure he’s not going to tease me, though I can’t say I’m not shocked. I was certain he would make me beg.