Forbidden Fruit - A Naughty Collection

Circling her waist with my one arm, I tease my hand into her panties and find her soaked. “I can’t—”

“You can and you will, Jaz, my sweet star. So dirty and naughty, aren’t you? You like my cock inside you, don’t you?” She doesn’t answer, and I land another swat on her ass. A soft yelp is all the answer I need.

I tug her shorts and panties down her long smooth legs. The scent of her cunt has my mouth watering. I reach up and squeeze both cheeks, holding them open, I dart my tongue into her dripping hole. “Oh, Dane!”

“Shhh, Baby Doll. Or do you want everyone on set to hear me fuck you?” I growl from below her and continue my assault on her pussy. Lapping at the sweet honey that’s glistening on my chin. Lunch with her is always fun. With my thumb, I circle her puckered hole and she tenses. We haven’t gone there yet, but soon I’ll claim every fucking hole she has.

Her body shudders as I continue eating her like she’s my last fucking meal.

I feel her tremble and I realize she’s close. Pulling away, I rise and she whimpers at the loss of my mouth. I pull my cock out and stroke it slowly. People are talking right outside the door and I can’t help chuckling when she gasps. “Yes, we can do the next scene in the garden.” We hear the words, and before she can tell me to stop, I drive into her tight heat and we both groan.

Her body sucks me in, milking me as I plunge into her. “Do you know if Jasmine will be able to come in tomorrow?” I recognize her producer’s voice and so does she because her head is shaking.

People are right outside the door and it heightens her need. “Dane, stop,” she hisses and I cup my hand over her mouth.

“There’s no stopping now, baby. You love this, feel how wet you are. Filthy girl, aren’t you?” I murmur in her ear as my fingers circle her clit. Releasing her mouth, I wait for her words. When she doesn’t respond, I continue my jeering. “You like it, don’t you? Dirty little star. Tell me. I want to know,” I taunt, slowing my thrusts into her body. When she pushes her ass back against me, I know I’m right. “Fucking tell me, Jaz. I want to hear.”

“Dane, fuck, I love your cock inside me. Stretching me,” she moans. “I need you to fill me deeper.” Her words ignite every nerve in my body and I start thrusting harder, my hips slapping against her ass. The sounds of sex, the scent of desire, and the sweat now covering my skin is enough to drive me over the edge, but I want her with me. “Come, little star, give me that sweet fucking honey of yours,” I growl, biting the lobe of her ear, which sends her soaring.

“Yes, Dane, fuck, yes.” She hisses and I shoot jets of hot cum inside her tight little hole.

“Step out of the car, ma’am.” It’s late and I’m not in the mood for this shit. My shift has ended, but when this little red sports car zipped past me, I had to stop it. As the door swings open and long, slender legs exit first, I grip my baton to keep myself under control.

As she slips from the car, I’m ready to fucking rip that piece of material she calls a dress off and take her on the hood of her expensive expensive ride. “Is there a problem?” She crosses her inked arms over her chest, which only pushes her beautiful tits up, making my mouth water. I rake my gaze over her. The tight black dress her body is encased in leaves very little to the imagination, and I wonder if she’s even wearing panties. She’s got a body I could get addicted to.

“You were speeding,” I bark, my voice husky and I clear my throat. Glancing away, I try to inhale a deep breath, but it does nothing to calm the tent forming in my workpants. Thank fuck it’s dark out.

“I need to get home. I’m sorry, Officer, I didn’t mean to. I’ve had a really shitty day, and when they said I could leave, I couldn’t wait to get home and just sink into a hot bubble bath. My body aches everywhere, and these godforsaken shoes feel as if they’re trying to—”

“I pulled you over because it’s my job. You were going well over the speed limit, which is reckless because you’re endangering others who might be on the road as well. I don’t need excuses, I’m—”

“I’m not giving you excuses,” she bites out and the fire that’s burning in those pretty eyes has me smirking. She’s a little firecracker. “I’m almost home. Can you just give me a ticket or something so I can get home?” Her voice is shrill in irritation and her eyes glisten in the dark with unshed tears, but her words spew in frustration. “I just wanted to get home, so why don’t you—”