want is him. All I desire is Daniel Glass inside me, even if that glass cuts. Even if it wounds me.
“Please,” I beg. “Please. I need you. You’re my director. In every way. I’m so crazy about you, it hurts. I come to work every day obsessing about you, desiring you in every movement I make, every step I take. Everything I do is for you, Daniel.”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what? Tell you that you’re a god to me? That even if you hurt me sometimes, I love you anyway? That I can’t get you out of my mind? Nor night nor day. I love you, Daniel Glass. I love you.”
“Let’s just lie side by side and hold each other, Janie darling.”
He called me darling. I’m in a swoon.
“Be still, Janie.”
He kicks off his jeans and pulls them, and his boxer briefs, away from his toes until we are lying naked, side by side. His body is beautiful. Worked-out but not overdone. Smooth like caramel, faintly tanned but not too bronzed. His lips are curved, the corners lifting upwards as if somebody is pulling invisible threads. His skin is clear and unblemished, his nose straight with the tiniest bump that makes him look like a Greek statue. He tells me I’m too young for him, yet I feel his hardness pressed up against my skin. I let my hands wander south and feel him there. He groans. He doesn’t push my hands away.
“I love you, Daniel,” I say again, and every cadence in my voice speaks the truth. I would die for this man.
“I love you, too, my little Juilliard star. You’re precious to me. You shine like a diamond, half cut, half polished. You’re special, but not everyone has seen how bright you’ll shine. But they will. I’m going to pull that out of you. Coax it out. I’m going to make you weak, yet strong.”
“How?”
“By making love to you. I’m going to have to fuck you, Janie.” He pulls me close to him and I slip on his huge erection with ease, my wetness surrounding him like a knife cutting into oozing butter.
He starts making small thrusts as we lie side by side and he kisses me, his tongue darting into my open mouth, greedily sucking me, licking me. It feels . . . ooh, so . . . so good. I claw onto his muscular ass with my nails, leveraging my body to ease myself up and down him. I want him in . . . deep.
“You, Feel. So. Good. I. Love. Fucking. You,” he growls, plunging his way in harder. He’s above me and has my ass in his hands, lifting my buttocks up with each thrust. He’s controlling me, dominating me, totally fucking me. In out, in, out. Aah, it feels incredible, all my nerves are on fire. I’m soaking wet. I’m like this tiny thing and his huge hard cock is taking over my body. Whole. Each time he slams it in, he pulls me tight towards his groin. We are one, our hips meeting as close as is physically possible.
“I love you, Daniel.”
“Sweet little tight pussy,” he says groaning. “Making. Me. So. Fucking. Hard!” Each thrust is punctuated by a word. His voice is raw. I have this powerful man weak with desire and I feel hot. He rolls me over in one sudden pull so I’m now on top of him. His erection has slipped out with the movement so I guide it back in with my two hands. The pressure of his cock slapping against my clitoris has me screaming with pleasure and, as I push it inside me, I feel myself coming—the rush and spasms making me climax in two places, my clit and deep down within me. My tits are smacking his chest, my nipples rosy and firm, my nerve-endings electric.
“That’s right, baby, come hard, come around my cock, oh yes.”
His tongue is inside my mouth, exploring every last bit of me, his eyes intense as he cries out. I feel his erection thicken and stiffen even more. My body trembles and quivers as he explodes inside of me. “I’m coming Janie, I’m coming hard.”
His mouth is on mine, tongues wrapped about each other, orgasms uniting in one golden shimmering firework.
I hear my cell ring. What the—
I bolt up with a jerk. My hands are pressed between my legs. Now I know the meaning of a wet dream. There’s sweat all over me. My bed is empty. Daniel Glass is nowhere to