The Professional Lover (18+) | [Complete]

07 : Enjoying Him

The following chapter contains explicit material intended for an 18+ audience ONLY.

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Mickey fucks like the professional he is. We've been at it for almost two hours at this point, and I still haven't had my fill. We have gone through a series of positions, each better than the last, and he has made me come three times already, not including the two times this morning. He was most definitely a consummate professional.

He pounds into me roughly from behind, holding me by one shoulder and one hip. The little camera is between our legs, but I can barely pay attention to anything but his hips hammering against my ass and my impending orgasm. "Can I spank you?" he asks me, panting.

"Yes, please!"

He smacks a hand against my ass between thrusts, sending a shock wave of pleasure through me and making me clench around him. Then he does it again to the other cheek once, then twice. I feel myself tense as I'm getting closer, but then he stops.

He pulls out of me and rolls me onto my back. I relax against the fluffy comforter, staring up at him. He leans over and adjusts the camera, his amazing erection standing strong as if he were not distracted at all. I catch my breath as he turns the viewfinder towards us, and tilts it a bit more. I feel empty, my excitement fading slightly. I want him. Now.

I lean up onto my elbows and pout. "How long are you going to keep me waiting?"

He smiles down at me. "Anticipation only makes it better, baby." He leans over me, and I lie back. "I'll show you soon enough." He pushes into me once more, and I groan.

He looks down at me as he thrusts into me steadily. His hips make a slapping sound against my thighs, and I can't help but look at the viewfinder. This wasn't a great look for me. I reach up and coax him closer. He leans onto his hands and slows his thrusts, churning himself inside me at much slower, tantalizing pace. I run my hands over the tight muscles flexing in his core, feeling every inch of him stirring inside me, and I can't understand how I deserve anything that is happening.

"Hey," I sigh. He looks at me questioningly as he rolls his perfect body atop me. "How much of porn is worrying how fat your thighs look on camera?"

He snorts lightly and then drops his head as he loses himself to his laughter. When he looks back up at me he looks so pleased, smiling mischievously before continuing at a much more relentless pace. He runs his hands over my breasts, then arms, lacing his fingers between mine as he lies atop me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he leans down and kisses me passionately.

He swirls his hips as he thrusts hard, grinding himself against my opening as he pushes himself deep inside me. I feel like I am unraveling, my body quivering beneath his dominant embrace. How does he do this to me? My fingers tighten around his. "Mickey," I whine. He hums, sliding his tongue up the sensitive skin of my neck. I tense around him as I come. "Mickey!" I nearly scream.