Page 41 of Secrets We Keep
“Switch places,” I say, standing up with her still in my arms.
“God, I love when you do this,” she whispers, kissing my neck. “Make me feel delicate.”
“Remember to make as much noise as you want,” I say, spreading her legs wide before kissing over her soft stomach. I love every freckle and everything about her body that makes her who she is. I kiss her, getting closer and closer to the part I’ve been thinking about all morning. I run my tongue through her wet opening, and she wiggles under my touch.
“Dominic, make me cum,” she shouts.
I laugh, muffled by her pussy, wanting me to continue to give it the attention it deserves.
“Think you’re funny,” Reid says, standing behind the couch, his hands on both breasts. The guest must have been in stealth mode because neither of us heard him.
“I had to end a call with my manager because I could hear your shouts.”
“Sorry,” Jenna says, biting her lips together.
“No, you're not, but it’s okay. He knows better than to call me on a Saturday morning.”
“Now Reid is here, can we?” Jenna stops mid-sentence when I bite down on her clit. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“You don’t play fair, Dom,” Reid says, passing me a condom.
“You say that, but I was convinced you would have caved earlier. You have more control than I thought.” I rip the condom wrapper off and pull it onto my dick, looking up to see Jenna’s mouth agape.
“You're going to destroy me with that thing, aren’t you?”
“You really know how to feed a guy's ego, babe,” Reid says, kissing her neck.
“Tell me you want that thing inside you?” she laughs.
“Jenna, relax,” I say, pulling her ass to the edge of the couch. I look down and see her cunt glistening for us. Reid steps away and starts removing his clothes. “This isn’t going to work.”
“No shit. I told you it wouldn’t fit.”
I look over the couch to see Reid laughing. “I think he means the angle, babe. He’ll fit. That cunt of yours was made for both of our cocks.”
“I think we’d have more if we moved this to the bedroom.” I pick Jenna up off the couch and throw her over my shoulder, firefighter lift style.
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REID
HANDS TO MYSELF: SELENA GOMEZ
My manager knows never to call me on the weekend. We rarely shoot on weekends unless we have to. The cast and crew deserve to spend quality time with their families. I almost didn’t take it. I knew Dom wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her for long, so knowing he was getting her to distract me made this all the more fun.
‘You need to keep a low profile.’ Those words keep running through my head. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a job offer for a movie this fucking big. I thought TV was going to be my thing. But this, this would be a big fucking deal.
“Come on,” Dom says, heading towards the stairs with a big fucking smile.
“Nice ass,” Jenna says, laughing.
“Don’t act like it’s your first time checking out my ass. I caught you checking it out the first time we met.”
“A girl’s allowed to look. Is that why you always wear such tight, well-tailored pants?”
“I work for one of the biggest property developers in the country. I always have to be on my ‘A’ game. Josh needs me to look the part as much as he needs me to know my shit.”
“I get it. You know I do. Now, can we get back to what we were discussing downstairs?”
