Free Model Fantasy by Abby Gordon Page B

already had a condom on. In her sexual haze, she hadn’t even noticed the pause when he’d put the toy down.
    “Master,” she murmured. “Please, fuck me.”
    In one stroke he thrust into her pussy to his balls. His hands stroked up her arms and their fingers intertwined. His tongue thrust into her mouth and she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. All that mattered was right then — nothing else but the cock filling her, the tongue possessing her, and the muscular body between her and the rest of the world.
    They were both on edge and in just a few deep strokes, she came, squeezing his cock with her pussy. His groan filled her ears as she felt the flood of his release.
    “So good,” she breathed. “So good.”
    With a sigh, she closed her eyes and let euphoria fill her body.
    Dimly, she felt him release her limbs and pick her up. Snuggling against his chest, she didn’t think life could get better. In the back of her mind came the thought that if he was in her life permanently then she could have this feeling every day. Every night. Her heartbeat quickened. His strength. His touch. His control when they were behind closed doors. Could she do that? Give him total power over her body when they were alone?
    As he settled her in the middle of the bed before drawing her against him, she knew she could. She already had. With him, she’d done things she’d never imagined. Her eagerly sucking a man’s penis? Wouldn’t have happened before him. Her begging a man to fuck her? Had never happened. Her wanting to be fucked in the ass? Inconceivable, until now. She wanted him to do what he wanted with her. She trusted him like she’d never trusted Kevin.
    That thought startled her so much she started to sit up.
    “What is it?” he asked, instantly alert. “Does the plug hurt?”
    “No,” she whispered, shaken by the revelation. “It’s fine. Honest.” She settled back down and felt the weight of his arm at her waist. Comforted, she put her arm over it and closed her eyes. “It’s just I just realized something.”
    “What’s that?”
    “I trust you more than I ever trusted Kevin. I mean, I dated the man for eight months. I had sex with him a few times…”
    “A few times?” he interrupted. “Are you serious? The man could have had you in his bed for eight months and only took you a few times?” He went up on his elbow to look down at her. “How many is a few times?”
    She frowned, trying to remember.
    “Maybe nine or ten,” she finally said. “I was doing several long overseas shoots at first, but as we seemed to get more serious, I cut back on those. This last one in Fiji I asked him to come with me. I thought it would be wildly romantic.” She grimaced. “You know, the whole walk on the beach in the moonlight on a tropical island and…” She sighed. “My mom watched a lot of black and white classic movies. From Here to Eternity was one of my favorites.”
    “But Kevin said he couldn’t?”
    “Fully booked with all sorts of meetings and who knows what his father would need him to do,” she muttered. “Now I know just what he considers a ‘meeting.’ He must have been giving Delilah an up-close-and-personal briefing.”
    “I can understand the excuse of having meetings,” he started. “But,” he gave her a stern look when she started to protest, “not about cheating on you.” He frowned. “Who is this Delilah anyway?”
    “She’s another model,” Francine replied, nestling back against his chest. “Young and fresh is how everyone is describing her. Red hair, green eyes, freckles, and she’s got her own boobs.”
    “What?” He frowned. “You lost me on that last part.”
    She smiled slightly even as she felt her eyes fill. She blinked rapidly to beat back the tears.
    “Most models are so underweight that we don’t have enough body fat to have much in our chest area. Delilah has a cup size more than most of us. And it’s natural as opposed to silicone.”
    “Hey,” he