About A Dress

Disclaimer: The events in this story ARE NOT REAL. This did not happen, and all events are complete products of my imagination.

"We're going to be trending on Twitter tommorow." Laura muttered as the elevator doors closed in the faces of random people taking pictures of us.

I rubbed the back of her hand with my thumb.

"That's not such a bad thing."

She shrugged. "I guess not, but they're going to think we're dating. I don't think I can change the subject in anymore interviews when they ask me about Raura."

I laughed, and she smiled, turning to wrap her arms around my neck and kiss me.

Fuck.

If I had been starting to get calmer before, that all went out the window.

I heard a ding and I quickly pulled away from her.

Sure enough, there was a bunch of paparazzi waiting, snapping pictures of us, not letting us by.

Laura looked around for any way to escape them, her hand tightening on mine. Then, with an annoyed sigh, she pillowed through the paparazzi, pulling me along behind her, knocking one of them to the ground as she did so.

I laughed, looking back at the guy who she'd shoved onto the ground.

"You must want this really bad..."

A light blush heated up her cheeks.

Finally, I found our room, opening it and pulling her inside, ignoring the blinding lights and camera flashes.

Even before the door closed, her lips were on mine and my hand between her legs. I had my finger under her dress, pushing into her.

She moaned, grinding herself into my hand. We fell into bed, our mouths never disengaging. Slow and sensual be damned. The girl was possessed, begging to be fucked. To be taken. To be ridden hard, and fast.

I fisted the material of her dress, resisting the urge to rip it to pieces like I had wanted to do all day. Instead, I slid it over her head, dropping it onto the ground.

The button of my dress pants wouldn't come off, so she helped me, her fingers unsteady. Finally, she was able to pull my pants down, then my boxers, wrapping her hand around my aching cock.

I could've come, right then.

A long, low moan escaped me, my arms weakening so my weight was on top of her.

She giggled at my reaction, stroking me again.

Another moan from me as I remembered that she had left her panties in my car.

"Spread your legs for me Laur."

She spread herself wide, as wide as she could go and I positioned myself against her. I slid in slowly, as deep as I could go, and fuck if I didn't nearly come on the spot. It had been too fucking long. I had wanted her for so long.

"Ohgodohgodohgod...," she whimpered, nonstop, as I ploughed into her.

Fuck.

The way her wet heat was sucking around me, I didn't think I ever wanted to stop.

"Fuck." I hissed, pulling out of her then thrusting back into her again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." She mewled.

So good.

I pulled out, before sliding in again, picking up a little speed... I slid out, and rubbed my cock against her clit. Her moans became high pitched mewing. "Like that, huh?"

She nodded, her fingernails scraping along my back.

I pulled her closer, slung her legs over my shoulders and rammed myself into her harder.

She screamed her first orgasm. Ahhhhsand fucks, stifled all day long, tore themselves from her mouth with a passion. I kept going. In. Out. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Her body shook, her words became incoherent and she writhed in pleasure. So fucking sweet.

My cock filled her up completely, her pussy walls contracting at every thrust, stimulating every single nerve-ending. She moaned and screamed obscenities at me, and I grunted and groaned back, loving her, loving the pleasure she was giving me with abandon.

I pulled her up, suspended her on air until my cock was almost all the way out, (she was a light little thing) and pushed her down on me. Rough, hard. Again and again. At one point my cock slipped out of her pussy, making a wet, sloppy noise. She reached down between my legs, grabbed at it greedily and put it in again.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop. Don't stop fucking."

I didn't. I dropped her to the bed, her head lolling and pulled her tight against my crotch. She crossed her legs across my ass, pulling me even deeper. Goddammit. Impatient.

I fucked her faster, harder, my moans mixing with her screams. Each ram earned a scream. Each scream, a fuck. She pushed herself up, impatient that I wasn't cumming yet. She bit my neck, I squeezed her ass. She tugged on my earlobes with her teeth, her nails digging painfully into my shoulders. Then...she scratched my back. Deep, drawing blood.

"FUCK!" My entire world dissolved into her slick, tight pussy.

My hips gave way and I collapsed into her, burying my face in her neck. I was about to come,I was coming. I thrust like a madman, ungraceful and uncoordinated. She lifted her hips up, taking my cock deepdeepdeep inside her, our crotches pressed against each other skin-to-skin. She contracted her vagina muscles, squeezed and..

"FUCK! LAURA!" Stars danced across my eyes and I grabbed her hips so hard I knew she was going to have bruises in the morning. Fuck if I didn't come so much, so hard. Spasms wracked me as I came, burying myself inside her once more.

Laura's body shook and then went limp as another orgasm overtook her. Soft whimpers bubbling put of her throat.

It was so good. So fucking good.

"Come, Laura," I demanded, feeling my release coming. "Again."

Her eyes locked onto mine, her breath hitching in her throat. "Ross..." She said, her voice exhausted.

"Scream for me,"

My fingers pressed against her clit, rubbing roughly. Laura arched her back, her teeth digging into her lip.

"Ross!"

I held on, as long as I could, savoring the feeling of her clenching aroung my cock as she rode out her own orgasm. I slid out before I could crush her flat on the bed and lay down beside her, speechless.

She was sprawled on her back and staring up at the ceiling, glassy-eyed. Her chest was heaving, her pink nipples hard. Below, though, was another story. She was wet and slick between her legs, her pussy abused and purple-pinkish. My cum, mixed with her juices, soaked the cotton sheet underneath. Her legs were still shaking, as were mine. We were both panting, out of breath.

It was a good thing we had gone with the sound proof room.

"Ross?" She whispered, laying back.

"Yeah?" I breathed.

She turned to me suddenly and gave me a wide smile. "Wanna take a shower?"

Sorry for making you wait 3 days.

Hope it was worth the wait!