Muse

by Jenna Rose

  From this angle, the thick tip of his cock massaged my g-spot perfectly, and no matter how many times I’d gotten off already, he could always get me there again by fucking me like this. He’d joked once about keeping me pinned down and seeing how many times he could make me come before I passed out. The idea both turned me on and scared me at the same time…

  Heheh.

  Another orgasm began to form inside of me. I was actually worried that I might pass out this time. My entire body was tingling, alive with the heat of my desire for my beautiful man as he took my body, using it for his own pleasure but at the same time driving me absolutely wild.

  “You look so hot when you fuck me, baby,” I told him, my eyes on the video monitor. And it was true. His body was like a Greek God on top of me, rippling with muscles that you only ever saw on men who stood on stages in speedos. He was glistening with sweat and his skin shone like delicious caramel. I was so small beneath his massive, strong physique.

  “Mmmm,” he groaned. “Not as good as you look in front of my camera lens.”

  “Yeah?”

  “The sexiest fucking bitch I ever shot,” he snarled. Some girls might not like being called bitch by their husband, but when he was fucking me, I loved it. He’d told me once that my pussy felt so good it “made him angry,” because he was constantly trying not to come while he fucked me. I loved it.

  “Yeah…?”

  My eyes closed as I let myself slip into a state of pure submission. I couldn’t move beneath him, even if I wanted to. Each stroke from his enormous dick felt like it was going to split me in two. It hurt a little bit, but it was the best pain imaginable, somehow enhancing the pleasure I that came with it.

  I felt his strong legs against my ass, his rough hands on the skin of my shoulders and the heat from his body. His scent was strong, manly and all over me, and with each heavy thrust his taught balls slapped against my clit, providing even more stimulation.

  It was almost too much to handle.

  And this was my husband!

  This wasn’t the kind of sex a married woman was supposed to be having, at least if you believed what everybody else said.

  “Mmm, you’re getting tight on me, princess,” Shane purred. He was right. I was getting close. He leaned in and ran his lips across the back of my neck, causing a shiver to race through my spine like an electric current.

  “I’m—I’m close, baby…”

  “Come for me again,” he told me. “I know you want to. Let me feel that tight little cunt squeezing on my cock.”

  His dirty talk threw me over the edge. I cried out and screamed into the mattress as I came. My body shook with each pulse of pleasure that ached through me, and when I felt Shane burst inside me, I completely lost it.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuuckkkk…” I groaned into the bed as everything went white and I felt ready to pass out. His strong dick pumped rope after rope of his warm, sticky juices inside my already dripping pussy. There was so much I felt it starting to leak out of me onto the bed as he gently rocked inside my hole.

  “God-fucking-damn it that’s good!” he growled, wrapping his arms tightly around my body, clenching me to him with an iron-like grip. I twisted my head to his and opened my mouth to accept his tongue. I wanted to be devoured by him, and that was basically what was happening.

  Slowly, we came down together, and I moaned as he slid out of me and lay beside me. Panting like I’d just done a half hour of elliptical, I brushed my hair from my eyes and rolled over to face him, one hand over my pussy to keep too much of his cum from spilling out of me.

  “Gotta keep it in there,” I giggled.

  Shane grinned back at me, brushed my curls aside and pecked me on the forehead.

  A lot had changed since the whirlwind of our first meeting. Shane and I had gone to Eleanor with the tape I’d made of Janice, and when we all confronted her, she broke down and admitted to everything.

  As it turned out, Janice had actually come onto Shane before we met, and when he turned her down—as he was always professional—she got pissed and began harboring resentment for him. When she met Rob Wartstorf, who also hated Shane for being more successful than him, she hatched a plan to get him out of the way so she and Rob, her new boyfriend, could go on to bigger and better things.

  Needless to say, she and I were no longer friends.

  And after that, Eleanor had also cut ties with Janice and given her cover shoot to someone else.

  Me.

  I’d never wanted to model, but after talking with her and Shane, I’d decided to take the job and see how it went. I would have been completely happy living with Shane as his wife for the rest of my life, never appearing in any publication at all, but they needed someone fast, so I said yes.

  They were thrilled, and Eleanor said it was one of their best selling issues yet. Offers came flooding in to sign me to agencies, people wanting me to pose for them, but I turned them all down. I only shot with Shane.

  I didn’t want to be globetrotting to Los Angeles and Europe and be away from him while he was back in New York shooting. I wanted to be at his side every day, and that’s what I was doing. If a magazine wanted me, they’d have to be okay with Shane shooting me, and even then I turned down most jobs.

  The life of a model just wasn’t for me. It was exciting seeing myself on the High Style cover of course, but not as exciting as it was to feel my husband lips pressed against mine or to smell his smell when he came back to the apartment after a day’s work.

  “I never thought I could be so happy,” I said, running my hand carelessly over my husband’s sculpted body.

  “Me either.”

  “It’s crazy isn’t it? If I hadn’t come along with Janice to the shoot, you and I never would have met. We wouldn’t be together.”

  Shane shook his head and grinned. “No. I don’t believe that.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked. “That’s what happened.”

  “I know that, but we would have met someway or another.”

  “Yeah?” I asked, feeling warm inside. “How do you know that?”

  “I just know,” he said with that confident grin that made me melt. “Something would have brought us together somehow. We’re meant for each other, baby. You know that, right?”

  I swelled with pride and giddiness and curled up as close to him as I could get.

  “Of course, I know that, baby,” I smiled, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world. And that’s because I was. I really was.

  The End.

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