All the Way In

by Betsy Locke

  Kevin seemed satisfied with that answer and went into the living room. The television was turned on and the noise from it was loud enough to cover whatever we were about to do.

  I closed the closet door and got back to William. He was so god damn beautiful. That body and cock deserved a medal for the way it could please me.

  “Get back here,” I whispered to William, pulling on his erection that was sticking straight up. “You're not done until you finish inside me.”

  William spun me around and pressed me against a jacket and a stack of boxes. He tugged me at the hips and brought my ass to him. He pulled my skirt up further and slapped my jiggly cheeks. “Do you like that?”

  I bit down on the jacket to keep from crying out. His cock throbbed against my ass. Both of us standing straight up, William plunged into me from behind. The jacket couldn't muffle enough of my moan.

  William pulled on my hair and snapped my head back. He kissed my ear as he thrust into me. “Come around me, baby,” he whispered in my ear.

  I howled as I came all around William's thick cock. My pussy clenched him as ripples of pleasure flowed through my veins. My ankles were going to give out. I could barely hold myself up and I knocked a box over.

  “I'm close,” he moaned.

  “Come inside me, William Fill me up.”

  William pounded my ass, his cock pummeling my tight hole. His grip on my hair tightened. He wasn't going to last much longer.

  “I'm coming,” he groaned, feeding my pussy with his sticky seed. I could feel his thick strings of cum shoot out deep inside me.

  William slowly stopped thrusting and stayed inside me. His hand left my hair and my head finally returned to its normal position. I let go of the jacket with my mouth and I left a bunch of wet marks.

  When he pulled out, I fell to the ground in a heap of exhaustion. “That was too fucking good. That cock of yours is a miracle worker. I've never come so hard in my entire life. I couldn't even do that from masturbating.”

  “What do we do now?” William asked, looking down at his naked body. We had left all our clothes in the hallway.

  “I'll get them. Kevin is always staring at the TV.”

  I opened the closet door quietly and quickly grabbed all our clothes. I could see Kevin out of the corner of my eye sitting in his spot. I closed the closet door and gave Kevin his clothes. I watched him zip up his pants around that gigantic cock of his. I'd go another round with him if I could.

  I pulled my skirt down and put my bra back on. I slipped my arms into my white button-up and realized that there weren't any buttons left. I took off the puffy black jacket from the hanger and put that around me. William pressed his hand against my breast before I zipped up the jacket.

  “Now how do we get out of here without him noticing us?”

  “We can go through the kitchen and he won't even have a clue. Just don't say a word and we'll be fine.”

  Or at least that's what I hoped.

  A lot was riding on the fact that Kevin was a stupid man. I'd already messed up once today by forgetting his schedule.

  William didn't seem to like this idea but he didn't have anything better. “I'll follow you,” he said.

  I opened the closet door and walked out first. William followed me closely, not making a peep. The kitchen was only a few steps away but we would be in clear view of Kevin. We crept across the carpet and we were almost at the kitchen.

  “What are you making for dinner?” Kevin asked. I stopped in my tracks and William moved past me into the kitchen and I was all alone.

  Kevin hadn't seen us. He was still glued to the television. If he saw I was wearing a jacket in this heat, he'd probably question it. “I was thinking of chicken and rice?”

  “Sounds good,” he replied in a low voice.

  I joined William in the kitchen and kissed him. The risk of getting caught was too exciting. I wanted him to take me right here in the kitchen but Kevin would come in soon enough looking for food.

  We'd have to wait until tomorrow.

  I took him to the front door and he gave me a longing look. I kissed his lips once more and pushed him out.

  This wasn't the end but just the beginning.

  Chapter Eight

  I rolled over in William's bed and rested my head on his hard chest. His breathing lifted me up and down. “You're place is so much better than mine,” I said.

  “Why? Because we can't get caught?”

  “Also because I can be as loud as I want.” I got up and straddled his waist. My pussy was against the sheets but pressed against his flaccid cock. “Oh William fuck me!” I pretended. “Fuck me with that cock that's so much better than my husband's!” I felt up my tits and ran my fingers through my hair.

  William's soft rod turned hard beneath me. He put his hands on my hips and make me rock them back and forth against him. The fabric of the sheets felt good on both of us.

  “Are you ready for me again?” I asked.

  “You better scream my name when you ride my cock.”

  I giggled and nodded.

  The End

  Story Twenty Four

  Copyright 2018

  All Rights Reserved.

  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

  No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.

  Description

  I didn't think he could be that big...

  Emma's acting career is going nowhere. Her relationships have all ended in disaster

  That is until she meets Liam. He's the answer to all her problems. And the surprise waiting in his pants is just the icing on the cake.

  Author's Note: This insta-love story brings plenty of heat. Wear oven mitts when handling.

  Chapter One

  “Cut! Cut!” the director yelled from his chair. “That was all wrong, Emma.”

  I broke away from Tom. “What do you want me to do?”

  The director sighed and scratched his head. “This kiss is the climax of the movie. Literally. If you're not into it, the audience isn't into it.”

  I was only wearing a black thong and black bra. I'd never been so half-naked in front of so many people. I could feel their lusty eyes drinking in my body.

  “Are you into this?” the director asked Tom.

  Tom looked from my big tits and up to my eyes. “Very into it.”

  I rolled my eyes. “”Let's just get this over with.” I took Tom's arms and put them around my waist, stepping close to him.

  The director retreated to his chair. The assistant yelled, “Quiet on the set!”

  I waited nervously for him to yell action. My breasts heaved in and out. I could feel Tom's hard boner through his pants pinned to my bare leg. He was supposed to tape that shit down. Maybe he did but his cock broke through the tape. Maybe he couldn't help it.

  “Action,” the director said.

  “Johnny, I've been waiting for this moment for so long.” I recited my lines just as I had before.

  Tom looked into my eyes. “No more talking, Jezebel.” He kissed me hard, his hands, running down my back and cupping my ass cheeks. His tongue shot into my mouth and it took all my willpower to keep from gagging.

  “Cut!” the director groaned. “I think we're just going to have to work with what we got. We don't have the time to spend on this shot. That's it for today, folks. See you tomorrow.”

  Tom smiled at me and kept his hands on my ass. “Want to get lunch, Emma?”

  I peeled his claws off me. “No thanks, Tom.”

  An assistant came over with a white robe and draped it over my body. I finally felt comfortable again once I was covered up. I walked into my dressing room that was about the size of a broom closet and got dressed.

  I picked up my paycheck on the way out of the building.

  Another day another dollar.

  I thought this was going to be my big break. A soap opera w
as a steady gig and there were plenty of actresses that went onto real television and movies after short stints.

  My short stint had turned into a way too long stint. Three months at this and my agent only found the worst auditions for me to go to. The ones where I had no chance.

  Soap operas weren't my dream when I moved to Los Angeles four years ago. I was twenty-three with no college degree and only a couple credits to my name. I didn't see anything changing in the next year.

  “I'm home,” I said, closing the door to my apartment behind me. My place was in a run-down building that was overseen by an evil landlord. The ceiling was full of water stains from previous leaks. Every type of bug inhabited this place. I felt like I was renting it from cockroaches more than the landlord.

  Kaylee came out of the bathroom, a towel covering her hair and another covering her body. “How was work today?”

  I opened the fridge and took out a beer. “You want one?” I asked.

  “I'm good. I'll be drinking enough at the party tonight.”

  Kaylee was another aspiring actress like me. She had done some successful commercials that made her some decent money and now she was just working as an extra, filling in the background scenes.

  I slumped into the couch and snapped the beer open. “I had to do a kiss with Tom today.”

  Kaylee sat on the arm of the couch and dried her long red hair with the towel. “Gross. Was it as bad as I'm imagining it.”

  “It was absolutely terrible. They had me only in a bra and thong. He put his hands all over me. Places that the camera couldn't even see. And the kiss. I never wanted to puke in someone's mouth before today.”

  “Those pigs. You should just quit the show, Emma. You can do so much better.”

  “I need the money though. I don't have another gig. At least the soap opera is acting. It might not be what I dreamed of but it's better than nothing.”

  “How about you come to the party tonight?”

  “I don't know, Kaylee. Sitting on the couch all night, watching reruns of The Bachelor, and drinking beer sounded really good to me.”

  “Emma, your bachelor might be out there waiting for you. He might just be at the party tonight.”

  “Very unlikely. I've met some of the men you meet at these parties. I think I'll pass.”

  Kaylee shook her head. “This isn't the same type of party. This is an invite-only actual Hollywood party. There's going to be a lot of big names there.”

  “Like who?” I asked.

  Kaylee shrugged. “Don't know. But I do know that this could be good for both of us. You never know what might happen.”

  I weighed the two options in my head. The Bachelor and beer wouldn't even give me a chance at furthering my career. At least the party gave me a shot no matter how insignificant.

  “Better help me get ready then,” I said.

  Chapter Two

  The uber driver drove us high up into the Hollywood hills. I tried to fix my dress and pull it lower to cover my legs. I had spent most of the day in my underwear and I didn't feel like showing so much skin again.

  Kaylee had convinced me that her little black dress would be perfect for me. The only problem were my curves were a little bigger than Kaylee. The fabric hugged my hips and chest.

  “Would you stop fidgeting with your dress,” Kaylee said. “You look hot. Guys aren't going to keep their eyes off you.”

  “That's what I'm afraid of.” The uber driver had already checked me out in the rear-view mirror more times than I liked. “How did you even get an invite to this party?”

  “Remember Henry from a couple nights ago?” Kaylee asked.

  “That one-night stand? Male model with no brain?”

  “That's the one. He had wanted me to go with him as his plus one. He accidentally left the invitation on my nightstand.”

  I nodded my head slowly. “I see. Henry was no good and you couldn't find a real date to the party.”

  Kaylee gripped my hand. “You were always my first pick. I didn't want to bring a guy. A party like this is where you find a man to settle down with.”

  “You're living in a fantasy world, Kaylee. But I'll go along with you because your fantasy is better than my reality.”

  We were dropped off at a gigantic white mansion with expensive cars parked outside. The amount of money that all those cars were worth had to be in the millions.

  Kaylee's eyes lit up and pointed at the cars. “See what I'm talking about. You don't find these at just any party.”

  A man that looked like a butler stood at the open door. I could hear the bass thumping from deeper into the house. I peeked inside while Kaylee handed the invitation to the butler. There were tons of people all dressed up and looking important.

  I realized that I hadn't been to a real Hollywood party before with a formal dress code. I hadn't even thought about sneaking into one before. The entry way of the mansion was bigger than our apartment and a grand staircase reminded me of Gone with the Wind.

  “What do we do now?” I whispered to Kaylee.

  “Open bar,” she said, raising both eyebrows at me.

  There were so many people and they were all spread out throughout the mansion. There wasn't a main gathering point. We squeezed through crowds of people and followed the music until we made our way into the backyard.

  There was a long pool surrounded by green grass. The lights of the city twinkled off in the distance. The DJ was set up in one corner with tall speakers to each side. The open bar was on the opposite side with two bartenders taking orders.

  “What do you want?” Kaylee asked. “My treat.”

  I laughed at her. “A Tequila Sunrise sounds really good right now.”

  “Good choice. I'll be right back.”

  I stood at the edge of the pool, looking out at the view. I could get used to a view like this every day.

  “Nice view,” a male voice said next to me.

  I looked to my left and my heart immediately throbbed. He was so good looking that I thought he must be a famous actor. He wore a slim black suit with a black tie. His dark hair was cut short and a five o' clock shadow completed the perfect package.

  But I didn't recognize his face and I knew every famous actor in Hollywood thanks to my healthy obsession with tabloid magazines. He could be a director and that meant I needed to be on my best behavior.

  “It's breathtaking,” I said, still staring straight ahead.

  “I don't think I've ever seen you at one of these parties before,” he said.

  I turned to him. “It's my first time, actually.”

  “A first-timer. What do you think so far?”