Debutante by Madeline Moore Page A

movie shoots stopped. Ironic, don’t you think?’
    Emily nodded. She stroked his thick black hair. ‘You’re so gorgeous,’ she said. ‘You oughta be in movies.’
    â€˜Mmm.’ He teased her nipples, still kissing, still licking, but sucking, too. ‘Maybe,’ he said, ‘but I ain’t gonna be.’ His teeth nibbled her blushing nipples to hard nubs.
    â€˜No?’ Emily arched her back as sparks of pleasure shot from each flushed tip to deep inside her belly, sending short messages, like tweets, to her clit. ‘Mmm. Feels so good.’
Probably looks good, too …
    â€˜No.’ He lifted his head to look at her. His blue eyes were dark with desire. ‘Except, of course, for our personal viewing.’
    â€˜Pity,’ said Em. She grasped his semi-erect cock. ‘Because there’s a lot, right here, that would drive the ladies wild.’
    â€˜Too bad for the ladies,’ he replied. He licked a line from her cleavage to her pussy. ‘This is the only pussy I want,’ he said. ‘And I want it wet – oh, how about that? My first wish has already come true.’
    He reached for the jar of Kama Sutra oil and pulled the cork with his teeth.
    â€˜Do we need it?’ Emily’s voice was husky. She couldn’t remember the last time they’d made love, never mind the last time they’d recorded it.
    â€˜It’s not for you, it’s for me,’ he said. He handed her the bottle. ‘Lube my cock.’
    Emily poured a generous amount of the exotic, spicy oil into her hand. She began to stroke him with long, slow, firm strokes, the way he liked it best.
    â€˜Sixty-nine?’ she asked hopefully.
    He shook his head. ‘Roll over, baby,’ he whispered. There was a definite edge to his quiet voice.
    Emily obeyed. ‘Careful?’ She liked it doggy-style but in this position his cock travelled deep inside her and if it hit her cervix hard enough the strange sensation freaked her out.
    Luke took his time arranging his pillows so she was well supported as she knelt up on the bed. He tucked a pillow under her face. ‘Comfy?’
    â€˜Yes,’ she said.
    â€˜Face the camera, Em. I don’t think we caught your reply.’
    There was most definitely an edge to his voice. Emily turned her face on the pillow and spoke clearly, staring straight into the lens. ‘Yes, Luke, I’m comfy. I’m also really fucking close –’
    â€˜Good.’
    Luke knelt behind Emily. He spread her knees wide and began tonguing her pussy in slow, shallow strokes, starting at her clit and sliding, just between her labia, to the bottom of her opening. ‘You’re practically gushing,’ he said. ‘We may make a squirter out of you yet.’
    â€˜Uh-huh,’ she said. ‘Fuck, Luke, I’m so close …’
    He sat up suddenly. ‘I want you to stop swearing all the time, Emily. You say “fuck” when we’re fucking, OK? Not in every second sentence that comes out of your lovely mouth. Understand?’
    Emily looked over her shoulder. ‘Are you?’
    â€˜Yes.’ Luke replied. ‘You?’
    â€˜Uh-huh.’
    He sat back on his heels, idly sliding one finger the length of her cunt, dipping in a little deeper when he got to her hole but not. Quite. In.
    â€˜It’s just … that’s how they talk in The Business. You know?’ she said.
    Luke removed his hand.
    Goddam him!
Although … the way he was controlling her was messing with her head and making her cunt actually ache with need.
    â€˜Please, baby … please, um, put your big cock in my cunt and …’
She’d been writing this stuff for months and it was still hard for her to talk dirty in bed. Fuck!
    â€˜You haven’t answered my question.’
    Emily’s mind went completely blank. The only clarity was in her cunt as short, hard, futile little spasms grasped at