Mag-log inADELE“Fuck me, Nate,” I demanded, my voice raw and urgent, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Right now.”Nate’s lips curled into that signature smirk, the one that promised ruin and bliss all at once, his eyes gleaming with dark hunger as water lapped around us.“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, Adele,” he rasped, his breath hot against my mouth. “Gonna bury this cock so deep in your tight pussy you’ll feel me for days. But first, I’m devouring every inch of this delicious body. Starting with these.” His gaze dropped to my chest again, possessive and feral, and my breath hitched.He crashed his mouth back onto mine, the kiss brutal and consuming, his tongue thrusting in deep, mimicking what his hips promised. I moaned into him, my legs squeezing his waist tighter, feeling his thick shaft pulse against my core through the soaked fabric. His hands roamed my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts, teasing the edge of the bikini top.He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my
ADELEI slipped into luxurious pool after midnight, diving right in, the cool silk against my skin a desperate attempt to clear my head. That dressing room blowjob with Nate replayed in my mind on loop; his thick cock stretching my lips, the salty flood down my throat, the way he'd gripped my hair and fucked my face until I saw stars. Just thinking about it had me soaked, my pussy throbbing under the flimsy bikini bottoms, arousal mixing with the chlorine as I kicked off for a few laps.I shouldn't have felt this way. We both signed that damn professionalism contract, no fraternizing, no blurring lines between cast and crew. Nate won’t be affected at all in this. His people will clean up the mess and throw me under the bus if they have to. For me, one slip could tank this gig, cost me the exposure I needed. But Nate? He was a drug, pure and simple. One taste of his dick, and my thoughts scattered like confetti. I couldn't focus, couldn't breathe right without imagining him splitt
ADELEOne second, I was standing there, tits out and panties riding up my ass, wondering what the fuck just happened, and the next, Nate's hand clamped around my throat like he owned me. His body slammed mine into the wall, and his mouth crashed down hot, demanding, no bullshit. It's Nate Fisher, the guy whose posters many high school girls probably masturbate to but damn if I let that shock linger. Nah, I kissed him back just as fierce, my lips parting under his, tongues tangling in a messy, sloppy war.Our mouths mashed together, all wet smacks and shared breaths as he devoured me. I tasted the mint on his tongue mixed with that raw, masculine edge, like sweat and smoke from the set. My nails dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer, and I sucked on his bottom lip hard enough to make him growl into my mouth. It was filthy, the way our teeth graze and our saliva mixes. Fuck, it was turning me on, this aggressive hunger, like he's been starving for me all day.Then he shifted,
NATEThe set buzzed like a goddamn beehive, crew members darting everywhere with lights, cables, and clipboards, barking orders to get the first day of filming rolling. I stood there with the director, Jax, running through the scene breakdowns, angles, timing on the cuts, but my words were just noise. My brain was a million miles away, locked on Adele. I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind since I saw her fuck herself on that deodorant bottle and dare I say, I was already fucking addicted.Heck, she wasn't even in the room, holed up in the dressing room slipping into whatever costume they had her in, but that didn't stop my mind from stripping her bare all over again.I pictured her first: that cascade of dark hair I'd tangle my fingers in while I fucked her from behind, those sharp baby blue eyes that could pin a man in place with one glance. Her lips, full, painted red in my fantasies, wrapped around my cock, sucking me deep until I hit the back of her throat, but then m
NATEThe walk back to the hotel suite felt like torture, every step rubbing against the insistent bulge in my pants. Adele—fuck, that woman had me twisted up since the chemistry read. Her body pressed against mine, those wide eyes glazing over as I choked her just right, whispering all that filth in her ear. I was rock-hard the whole damn time, and nothing had softened it. Not the director's praise, not the drive back. Just her scent lingering on my skin, her little gasps replaying in my head like a loop.Heather shot me that look as we wrapped, disapproving and knowing, like she could read every dirty thought She knew very well that I had about bending Adele over the set furniture and railing her until she screamed. I ignored her, sidestepped her questions, bolted before she could lecture me on 'professionalism' or whatever bullshit. I didn't give a fuck. What gnawed at me was how Adele had gotten under my skin so quick. A video vixen, all curves and tease, turning me into some
ADELEThe walk back to my room felt like torture, every click of my heels jolting against my throbbing clit, making me clench my thighs together just to keep from soaking through my skirt completely. I was really pissed and furious that Nate had edged me like that, left me hanging on the brink with the crew none the wiser, then sauntered off like it was nothing, but fuck, the bastard had me so wound up, my pussy dripping wet, slickness coating my inner thighs with every step. By the time I entered my room, my legs wobbled, knees nearly buckling from the ache building between them. If I didn't get my hands on myself right now, I'd lose it, scream, cry, something insane.I shrugged off my jacket, letting it hit the floor in a heap, then yanked down the zipper of my top. My breasts tumbled free, heavy and sensitive, nipples already hard peaks begging for attention. The cool air hit them, sending a fresh wave of heat straight to my core. Fuck, my nipples are so sensitive.My skirt cam
DAMIANI lay on my bed, staring at my phone screen rather intently. After arriving from the university almost an hour ago, I was now relaxing and debating my next move. I was a bit sceptical about finding something to eat or even drinking water because I could still taste the slight lingering swe
NIAAfter the whole thing with Damian, he ended up handing me my phone back with a smile on his face and his number on it. I had given him my number too, just because I could, and he promised to text. The taxi I called came, and I slid in, totally exhausted.I was thankful that the driver seemed
NIAMy entire body was sore, having a certain ache that I couldn't explain. My head was fuzzy, and I felt dazed and hazy. Almost distantly, I could feel Damian's hands running along my thighs, and they slid to my back, helping me sit upright on the table. I tried not to wince at the sudden pressu
NIAI took deep breaths as I clutched onto Damian's hand securely, and my eyes lowered. I struggled to steel my nerves, trying my best to remain calm. I felt Damian interlace his fingers with mine, and I exhaled softly. Despite everything I had told him, I had still decided to come to the club to







