LOGINRain.My hand started sketching Debbie. It was one of the things I had so much wanted to do. But at the same time, to be honest—I had never thought of this. I mean, what was going on now?My mind was literally blowing off as I was painting this girl. But not your regular kind of painting. I was nude painting Debbie! If I wasn't going to call this a fulfilment in my career, then I don't know what is.I watched as she still felt uncomfortable. Every now and then, she had her hand covering, clutching.Fuck it, because I couldn’t even tell what part of Debbie was worth covering.Like, this girl is so perfect she could make an impotent man have a hard-on!“Relax, Debbie…” I called, even though I was far away from being relaxed myself.My body was already heated up.Heat of sensations flowing free under my skin. With every movement of my hand, every stroke of the pencil, every line that I drew, my blood pumped harder, faster, running heated in my veins.Under this apron was the greatest bu
Debbie.He stood up from his seat, turning fully to me.“Hey baby, chill sexy. It's not like I'm doing anything with you. It's just art. Something nice. Something different. I mean, if you don’t like it after I finish painting it, you can discard it.”I scoffed. “Discard what? You are a good painter, Rain, a good artist, so there's every tendency that it must come out good. Like… I know that it must be nice, but that's not even my concern. Yo… what are you saying, Rain?” I stepped back again.What does he mean by he wants to draw me naked?“Come on, Debbie—” he paused. “Okay, fine. What is your concern, Debbie? Huh? Tell me, what is your concern?”I frowned. “Are you really asking me that? My concern is the fact that—”He cut me off.“You just don't want to be naked in front of me, or you don't feel good about this whole thing?” he asked.I exhaled, holding his gaze. My arms folded across my chest.“Actually, it's the fact that anyone may see this painting. Who knows? And… I don't wan
DebbieBreakfast was over, and to say the truth, I had barely gotten through it. Not with everything that had happened in that room with Rain.I somehow found myself anticipating the studio visit. I don’t know if it was because I wanted to see the paintings or because I wanted to be alone with him.After taking turns and turns through different hallways, I finally found the place.Based on his direction, it was by the left wing.I got into the room and…“What the fuck!” The words fell out of my mouth.The space was large, colorful, as it should be, but every wall was filled with paints, images, and… they were all of…You guessed right.Me.Rain literally had me painted in every corner of this studio. Like—my portrait, sketched, painted, anything at all. All me.Goodness. What the fuck!“Hi, sexy. You are here,” I heard Rain’s voice greet as I stepped in.My eyes tore off the wall in the direction he was.He was in black sweatpants, no clothes on, but he wasn’t totally shirtless—he had
Debbie.“What are you doing here?” he asked.I heard it—the question—but not quite, because… my eyes. They somehow had totally refused to get off the solid wall in front of me.There were tattoos, a few write-ups on his arm. But it was nothing like Rex's.“Debbs,” he called again. And I snapped back to myself.“I, uhmm… I—”He stepped closer.“What? Why are you here?” he asked again.“I… I… came with breakfast. For you.”“Debbie, if you keep looking at me like that, I will not hold back from fucking you,” he said.Fuck. I hadn’t even noticed that my eyes were glued to his abs. I was sick at this point, and I didn’t even need a therapist to tell me that.My face grew red from embarrassment as I shifted my gaze, looking at anywhere but his face.“Breakfast is ready,” I said.“And?” I heard him ask.My gaze finally shifted to his face. “I came to call you.”He nodded, still looking at me with those seductive eyes.“And?”My head tilted to the side. “And I saw…” I gestured around. “These.
Debbie.“Yes, baby…”“I'm… oh, fuck…”His hand moved to my thigh, caressing slowly, as he thrusted. My gaze couldn’t leave his.The more I looked, the more waves of electricity filled my senses.This wasn’t him fucking me.This was a deliberately addicting lovemaking session that I was sure would leave me wanting.And then, slowly, his pace increased. Not much, but enough. I didn’t need more from him. His pace, the way he looked at me…He leaned in again, kissing me. Fuck, the way he kissed me while doing all this.“I… I'm cumming, River…”His almond eyes narrowed seductively.“Do it, Princess.”“Cum around my dick, I want to see your pretty face when you do.”“Oh… fuck, fuck, yesssss, ah… Yess. Riv… ah… ohhh… mmmmmmnnnnnn,”He slammed his lips into mine; this time his hips moved a little more paced, and then…“Fuck, so fucking tight… mnnn, Debbie,” he grunted.The way he called my name.Damn.My stomach tightened, my hand clenched, and there… the cold-warm stomach-tightened sensation
Debbie.“Oh yes… I—I do.”River had just put the tip in, just as he said, and he was.Now, thrusting it in and out of me—slowly, in a way that would make sure it didn't all go in.“Debbie, you’re so tight,” he whispered. “So damn tight.”The sight of what I was doing—the sheer realization of it—was getting me crazy.Then his dick slipped out. I felt it on my slit, on the hood of my clit. He lined it, brushing it on my clit.“Fuck… ah…” I cursed low.He did it again and again and again, lining himself on my clit. My eyes widened, and I caught his gaze. His eyes were now amber, a testament to the thing going on in his head.I swallowed hard.“Yesss… yesss,” I moaned low, looking at him.“You’re so beautiful, Debbie,” he purred. “So fucking beautiful that I can’t help it.”At this point, my hole was already aching—aching for touch, aching for more. For something, anything to fill it.“River…” I drawled low.“Yes, princess.”I felt his dick locate my hole again, and just like he promised,







