The Professional Lover (18+) | [Complete]

Epilogue : Doing Me

I stare at him as I continue, rubbing him exactly where I want him, at exactly the pace I want. I drop myself onto his lap hard, the impact sending a wave of pleasure through my core. I do it again, and again, building off the waves of pleasure as I start to move faster.

My smile fades, my brow tenses and his do the same. His panting increases and I realize we're both getting close. I clench around him with my excitement, making him moan and grip my waist. I lose myself, my hands tightening around him as my body grips him with my orgasm. 

I wail as it hits me hard, the stiffness of my legs making me succumb to the feeling of my pussy squeezes and releasing him.

As the feeling calms, I go weak. He lifts me from him and tilts me onto my back. His hand grips my thigh, opening my leg wider as I helplessly try to catch my breath. He flexes his hips, rubbing himself against my entrance, teasing me into wanting more rather than coming down from the feeling. I nibble my lip to keep from begging him to fuck me as hard as possible. I stare up at him pleadingly, and he seems to get the message.

He grins me in the eyes and he slides into me. My mouth drops open, a whimper escaping when he sinks deeper, deeper to the hilt. When he starts to move, the wet sounds of our bodies entice me. My pussy feels overly sensitive to every movement of him inside me, and it begs for more.

He pumps his hips at a perfect pace -- not too fast, just slow enough to torture me while getting me where I want to be. He presses his hand on my lower belly, applying delicious pressure to his movements inside me. He reaches down with his other hand and strokes a finger against my clit. I moan loudly, knowing I won't be able to hold on much longer.

His thrusts become excited, enthusiastic, his hips slamming against mine harder and harder. My fingers dig into his arm and hip as I try to hold on to the intense sensation, but when he stares into my eyes and see him start to unravel, I fall over the edge again.

I call out as I clench hard around him. His fingers dig into my thigh as he moans. My head falls back as the feeling washes over me for the second time, pulsating through my body as I shudder. Mickey's pace continues until I feel him release within me. I watch his face tense as he groans loudly, his penis twitching as he comes.

His gorgeously twisted expression melts into a smile as his eyes open to look at me. He leans down, smoothing a hand over my cheek before he places a luscious kiss to my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist relaxing in the comfort that comes with having him in every way possible.

Pulling him closer, I feel his smile as we kiss. I can't help but do the same.

"And ... cut!" Matty yells from behind the camera. The small group erupts in applause. They really don't have to keep doing that.

"That was really beautiful, you guys," Jackson says, handing Mickey the tissues. He pulls out of me slowly and cleans the mess that follows. I sit up and Jackson drapes the silk robe over my shoulders and helps me get my arms into it.

"Beautiful? Sure. But I thought it was fucking hot," Ailene says. Jackson grins at her laughingly. "I didn't think any of yours will beat Santorini for me, but this one ..." she nibbles her lip and runs her hands over her plump stomach. "This one made baby girl happy."

"That's a little weird, Ai," Mickey says with a smile.

Matty comes over with a small preview on the tablet. I glance at the playback, but watching Mickey's face tells me more than seeing it myself. He has an eye that I will never acquire.

"The love between you just jumps into the camera. It's so beautiful every time. It's just ..." Matty shakes his head. "So fucking erotic," he finishes with a laugh.