“FUCK!”

I exclaimed it over and over as the credits rolled. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!” The last one was whiny. “I love it, you’re a genius, it’s better than I imagined it could be!” I was standing in front of him as he sat on the couch in the screening room.

He chuckled, shyly. “Thanks.” He looked towards his lap and ran his palms up and down his thighs nervously.

“Those cuts were great, I feel like the story flows better now. Less clunky.”

He softly threw his hands up, embarrassed. “Yeah, they were great calls. I guess I take direction well.”

“Okay. This is great for a couple reasons,” I said. He looked up. “One, because it’s done, and we can just turn it in and wait for the release date.” I moved closer to him, positioning my legs even with his. His legs were wide open, manspreading. “Two,” I put my hands on my hips and cocked my jaw as I looked down at him, “because now we don’t work together anymore and I can come on to you.”

He looked surprised, but his eyelids fluttered and I could tell he didn’t want me to stop. He ran his hands through his hair and drew the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip. He paused, looking up at me as a smile crept onto his face.

“Well, if you were going to come onto me, what would you do?”

I moved towards him and straddled him, resting one knee at a time on either side of him. He immediately put his hands onto my ass and squeezed as I moved my palms over his chest and shoulders, feeling his body. I rode up and down a little bit, getting comfortable and giving him a preview. I put my hands on the couch seat on either side of his hips and pushed my tits together with my upper arms as I leaned into him.

“Well,” I spoke slowly, “First I would get on my knees in front of you.” I licked my lips between sentences, so he could tell how horny this was making me. “Then, I would unbuckle and unzip your pants and take those off, and I would pull your underwear down to your ankles. If your cock was already hard, I would put it in my mouth without using my hands. And if it wasn’t hard,” I shifted my weight towards him and grazed his ear with my lip, “I would use both my hands and guide your cock into my mouth and run my tongue up and down along the bottom of it and suction my lips to it until it was rock solid.”

He grabbed me, roughly. He pulled me into him and kissed me ravenously. His hands were all over me, massaging my tits with his palms and caressing my nipples between his fingers.

“Do it then,” he breathed. “Come on to me like that.”

So I did.

As soon as I took his belt buckle in my hands, I could feel that he was hard. I got him naked from the waist down and knelt in front of him, immediately taking the head of his cock into my mouth without using my hands, like I promised.

He hovered his hands on either side of my head. “Can I push your head?” He asked. I looked up at him, doe-eyed, with his cock still in my mouth and nodded yes. He spread his fingers into my hair and moved my head up and down, lightly at first and then harder. I moaned deep in my throat, and I could feel him throw his head back.

“Fuckkkk,” he said, “You like that? You like when I push my cock into the back of your throat, you dirty slut?”

I felt an immediate wave of heat and tingling radiate from my g spot. Fuck. Am I into dirty talk?

I slid my mouth off his cock and looked up at him. “Can you do that the whole time?” I asked.

He looked down at me, wide eyed. “What?”

“Talk like that. That made me so fucking wet.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I can talk to you like you’re my whore the whole time.” He kept looking down at me and guided my mouth back to his cock. “Now suck. Do what you were made to do.”

I let him take control of the speed and rhythm of my bobbing head. He pushed his cock so far back into my throat that I gagged, making me drool thick spit all over him.

“You messy slut,” he said. “Gag for me. Gag on that cock.”

I couldn’t take it. I wanted him to keep telling me what to do, but I also wanted to feel him inside me.

“Fuck!” I wiped my mouth as I came up for air. “I can’t stand it!” I laughed. “You have to touch me or I’ll fucking die.”

He smiled.

“Stand up.”

I did.

Without breaking eye contact, he pulled down my pants and underwear.

“Step out of them,” he said.

I did.

All I wanted to do was follow directions until I came.

He stood up, so close to me that his erection slid between my legs and rubbed me from clit to ass. He ran his hands up from my waist to my shoulders, sliding my shirt off over my head, then undoing my bra. He kissed me and held my face in his hands. I felt like a teenager. This was not what I expected. How could someone who was so shy and polite have this dominant streak?

He wrapped his arm around my waist and moved me onto the couch, laying me down and kneeling on the cushion between my legs.

“You’re so fucking hot. Look at your beautiful tits.” He grabbed both of them, kneeling between my legs and rubbing his hard cock on my stomach. He sat back, slowly dragging his palms down my body.

“Does that feel good?” He was lightly circling my clit with his thumb, his palm and fingers warm against my pelvis and stomach. I moaned and nodded yes. I couldn’t even speak. “You’re so wet for me. Look how wet you are, so fucking ready for me.” He slid his middle finger into me and let out a guttural moan. “So tight around my finger, so silky.” I rode his finger slowly, playing with my nipples. “Is that enough or do you want me to suck on your clit?”

All I could manage was “Mmm.”

He smiled. “You can’t even talk! Five minutes with me and you’ve already lost your mind.” He leaned in, his lips next to my ear, and whispered, “Just wait.”

He kept his finger inside me, adding another one and beckoning with them towards the ceiling as he slid down and positioned his head.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.” He pressed the back of my thigh towards my body with his free hand. “Wider. Help me.” He almost whispered the last part, and I felt my body melt.

One slow, deliberate lick after another. He looked up at me as he held his tongue in place and started to rub it up and down quicker and quicker. Just when I was about to grab his head and pull him up and make him fuck me, he closed his mouth around my clit and started to suck. At the same time, he moved his fingers faster inside me. I couldn’t control myself - my knees fell back and touched my shoulders, I grabbed the back of his head, and I ground my body into his face, riding his mouth.

I heard a muffled laugh and he pushed against my hand on his head. “You hungry whore. You can’t get enough of my tongue. Or is it my fingers? Which do you like better? Are you a clit girl or a g spot girl?” I kept grinding and he kept beckoning. “Answer me, baby. Let me know what kind of girl you are.” He spoke softly but firmly. I knew I had to answer him because it’s what he told me to do.

“G spot,” I muttered, eyes closed.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “Okay. Then you’re about to beg for my dick, aren’t you?”

How was this dude reading my mind?

“Yes, baby,” I moaned. “I want you to fuck me.”

He slowly took his fingers out of me and rubbed the wetness on his hard cock. I watched him jack himself off and couldn’t help it - I bucked my hips up towards him, trying to catch the head with my pussy and slide him inside me. I felt like a wild animal.

He laughed. “You can’t wait? Your pussy is doing whatever it wants?”

I laughed, too. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but don’t stop.”

He wrapped his hands around the tops of my thighs and pulled me closer to him. Then, using his thumb and forefinger, he pushed his cock into position. He nestled the head at the opening of my vagina, pushing and pulling back the smallest amount - short vibrations that made wetness flow out of me.

I bucked my hips up, trying to push him into me.

“No,” he drawled. “You’re going to do it how I want. And I want to make you squirm. And then I’m going to make you cum all over my dick.”

“I thought you said you take direction well?!”

He laughed a breath out of his nose. “That’s at work, not here.”

I moaned. “So I’m just here to enjoy the ride?”

He leaned his body over mine into the missionary position. As he pushed his hard cock into me he whispered into my ear again, “Exactly.”

I shuddered as he slowly pushed deep into me.

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. “Take all of my cock. Feel it stretch out your tight pussy.”

I pressed against him and matched his rhythm. One of his forearms was under my head and his other arm was holding up his body. We were so close that his moans and grunts echoed in my ear. Rocking back and forth together, my legs wrapped around his body, I listened to his sounds and grasped his back and shoulders. Our lips met in a sloppy kiss, tongues entwined, and I started to feel the familiar heat growing from inside - a fullness swelling and taking over my whole body. I used my foot for leverage and angled myself up into him.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said, breathless.

“Already? You fast little slut, so fucking horny for me.”

“Don’t stop, just like that.” I pressed up into him, angling my pelvis and curving my back. He kept his pace and pressure, and I started to shake. My hips started moving on their own, frantic, bucking up into him. Then, the ecstasy of my pussy pulsating, grabbing his cock and pulling him in. I let out a loud moan that became a sigh, and I fell back, letting go of him with my arms and legs.

“You trying to rip my cock off?” He laughed. My hands lolled on his upper arms as he propped himself up.

A lazy smile stretched across my face as I recovered. “Sorry,” I breathed.

“It’s okay, just more than I expected.” He kept eye contact as he started to push into me again, slowly and deliberately. “You sensitive?”

“Yeah, but it’s fading. Give it to me.” I looked up at him and a bead of sweat dripped off his nose. He lowered his arms back down, pressing his chest into mine, and pushed into me harder.

“Pull my hair.” I released the words between thrusts, short syllables was all I could manage. He pulled his arm out from under me, and as his palm passed the back of my head, he slowly gripped a handful of my hair. Just the initial tug sent a wave through me. He pulled my head back, and I looked up at him, trying to fight my eyes rolling back.

“You filthy fucking slut. Let me get behind you so I can really pull that beautiful hair. So I can see how slutty you really are.” He let go of my hair and slid down me, sitting back on his knees, looking at me with a smile. “Fucking disheveled. I wish you could see yourself. I wish you could see how wet and messy you let yourself get for me.”

He got up and stood beside me, my knees knocking together as I grabbed my tits and pushed them together, basking in the residual heat from his body.

“Come here, baby. Show me that ass.” As I sat up, he softly put his hand on my hip and guided me into position, standing behind me. He grasped both of my hips in his hands and then ran his palms up my back and down to my ass. He moved his hand between my legs and moaned.

“Fuck. I wish you could see this. Look between your legs, look at how you’re dripping down your thigh.” He put two fingers in me and then used my wetness on his cock again. I felt him push his throbbing, warm cock along my ass, teasing me before pushing it back in.

I was so worked up I couldn’t help it. “Stop fucking around and fuck me!” I looked back at him and smiled, with my tongue on my top lip. Then, softer, I said, “Fuck me, bitch.”

He looked shocked, but with a smile on his face. His breathing got heavier and he thrust his cock between my legs, this time from ass to clit.

“So fucking vulgar. Such a dirty little slut for me. You came already, so you want my cum in you. You want to take my load in your tight pussy?”

“Yes, baby. Fill me up with it.” I was grunting pouts now. So frustrated that he was withholding that beautiful cock. I looked between my legs and saw the head thrusting at me. I closed my legs around it and started grinding on the length, angling my hips so the head hit my clit with every push.

I arched my back and looked over my shoulder at him, biting my lip. I said it again, this time more softly, and with a laugh. “Fuck me, bitch.”

He reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair at the root and pulled, hard. I let out a sharp, high moan as my head snapped back towards him. His other hand moved between my legs and pressed them apart.

“Spread your fucking legs.”

I spread them apart and as I was arching my back, I felt his thick cock stab into me. He grabbed my hip and pulled it hard towards him with each thrust.

“You want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you, you whore.” He was pounding me now, so hard that if he wasn’t holding on to my hair, I would have been face down on the couch. He pulled harder on my hair, pulling me up to standing. He let go of his grip and slid his hand around to my throat. His other hand moved from my hip to the front of me, grasping my tits and squeezing them together with his forearm. His grunts had become harsher, but now he started to release them into sharp whimpers.

“Tell me you want my cum.” He thrusted harder now, and pushed his forehead into the side of my neck.

“Cum in me, baby. Cum for me,” I groaned and ground my ass into his lap, pushing into him as he thrust into me, cocking my head back to meet his.

Then, familiar sounds. A quick, deep breath and long moan, whimpers with each time our bodies rocked forward. The thrusts got longer, slower, and then stopped. He dropped both of his hands to my hips and rested his forehead on the back of my head.

With one last thrust, he moved his hands up and rested them on my chest, softly cupping my tits. He bit down between my neck and shoulder, and I arched my back, our heads meeting again. Without moving, he growled, “Bend over.”

I shifted his hands off me and did as I was told. He pulled out of me and stood back. I looked over my shoulder at him and he was staring at my throbbing pussy.

“Push it out,” he said, businesslike. “I want to see it.”

I squeezed like I did when I came, but on purpose this time. I flexed the muscles inside me and looked back at him, my back arched.

He was slowly tugging his cock, now softer but still thick. He ran his curled fingers lightly over the head, his gaze focused.

“I didn’t think I’d end this day turning you into a cum dumpster.” He laughed, and smacked my ass. He reached for his jeans, and I heard his belt buckle clink. “See you at the premier.”

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