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Clayton Lovin'She followed him, giggling, into their bedroom. “Clayton… You’re such a freaking dumbass sometimes!” She snorted. Rolling his eyes, he ripped off her lacy panties with one fluid motion. “You won’t be calling my ass dumb in a few minutes, darlin’,” he retorted, a devilish gleam in his hazy green eyes. Her chucking stopped abruptly at his not-so-subtle remark, and she wrapped herself around him, wanting him to envelop her completely. “Jill…” He growled as she flipped them over violently and straddled him. “I’ve been wanting you all day. That interview couldn’t have dragged on any longer – that guy didn’t even know my name! He called me Trey.” She snorted. “Like your SNL character?” “Yes.” “Poor baby.” She said sympathetically, caressing his chest lightly as he pouted. “…Did you wink at him?” “JILL!” His eyes narrowed. “Kidding!” “I may have to punish you for that.” “Who said I wouldn’t enjoy it?” Grabbing her wrists forcefully, he flipped them over again so that he was on top and held her arms above her head, breathing heavily. “Look, now I have you right where I want you.” She looked up at him, a small smile playing on her full lips, and said nothing. “What?” He demanded. “What are you plotting?” Jill didn’t answer. Lifting her leg slightly, she moved her knee to his massive erection, rubbing hard against it. Clay groaned loudly and dropped her wrists, and she quickly regained her position on top, smirking at him proudly. “You have me right where you want me, huh?” He closed his eyes. “Okay darlin’… No more games… You’ve got me… Really…” “What?” “Really… Worked up.” “Yeah… I can see that,” she snorted, glancing down pointedly. “And what, pray tell, would you like me to do about your little… problem?” Clay glared. “First of all, it’s not ‘little’ – YOU of all people should know that.” He retorted smugly. “And second of all, why don’t you just quit with this crap and fuck me already?” “What was that? Do I sense hostility?” Her knee returned to its target, eliciting a loud cry from him. “Darlin’… PLEASE. I’m sorry! No hostility! Just… Please?” “You know, you look like a little boy begging for a candy bar right now – and have I ever mentioned to you that your freckles stand out when you’re turned on?” She shifted her face slightly, studying him from a different angle. “Or maybe it’s just because you get paler.” Clay was panting uncontrollably now. “This… Is… Not… Funny.” “Oh really? I’m pretty amused up here.” “Jill… Baby…” She tapped her lip. “Okay, okay… Beg me.” “Huh?” “You heard me.” “Oh my Lord, Jill… Please… I’m aching…” “I know. Now beg.” “Please – please – please fuck me… Please. I want you so much…” “I’m not convinced.” Letting out a scream of frustration, his head shot up and he bit into her dangling nipple. “OH GOD! OKAY!” She screamed, immediately moving down onto him. He sighed and helped her adjust to him, messaging her back with his warm hands, moving his long, slender fingers in circular patterns on her quivering flesh. She rode him carefully, not wanting to let go too soon. Finally, he tired of her slow pace and flipped them over, knowing she wouldn’t object this time. Positioning himself over her, he began moving inside of her effortlessly, his slim hips rising and falling in an expert motion. Jill stared up at him through heavily lidded eyes, admiring his skill. He really was excellent at making love. Noticing her studying him, his lips fell into his signature crooked smirk. “Thinking about how good I am?” “No… Yes.” He nodded, grinning broadly. “I am pretty talented, if I do say so myself. Maybe I should drop this singing thing and take on a career as a male prostitute.” Seeing her expression, he shook his head, amused. “I’m just kidding. You know I only use my skills on you.” “You better.” Clay leaned down and took her mouth in his own, sucking on her tongue lightly as he continued leading the journey of their bodies. “I love you, Jill.” “I love you too, Clayton.” They came in a frenzy of emotion before lying back against the satin pillowcase to rest. “Jill…” “Yes?” She replied, smiling against his broad chest. “Trey wouldn’t be as good at that as I am.” She burst out laughing. “Why the hell are you bringing up Trey?” A high-pitched giggle escaped from his luscious lips. “I don’t know, darlin’,” he said, leaning down to kiss her lips, then pointedly winking at her, smiling when she blushed. “You know what they say… That Aiken wink gets you every time.”
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