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Candy.”
    “Oh, Max, I’m… I’m…” The words escape me as I come undone. Something this transcendental must be forbidden.
    Max thrusts with his cock and slides the soft naughty sex toy out of me without so much as a warning. Bastard. I was so close. He can’t deprive me now. “No,” I cry out as my body craves more of him to fill the void. Suddenly, he pulls his cock out and pushes the plug in. My legs turn rigid, my back arches, thrusting my butt up higher. As he continues his mischievous game of alternating the thrusts in my wetness and ass, my needy pussy clamps down on his cock, tighter and tighter, and seconds later I lose it. “Yes. God. Please.” I convulse, wailing my climax in short cries corresponding to each rippling spasm of my pussy.
    “Fuck, Candy, I love your unrestrained response to me.”
    I’m so far gone I can’t answer. I can only focus on one part of my body right now. I’m too busy enjoying the tight milking sensation around his cock. I squeeze down hard and I milk him until I can’t stand it anymore.
    “Holy Christ.” Max pushes the butt plug firmly inside me before grasping my hips with both hands and pounding into me. “Shit, shit, shit.” His own climax boils up and out of him like a violent tornado.
    Our heavy breathing fills the SUV. I’m spent. I’m still holding on to the backseat cushion as if my life depends on it, lost between Planet Earth and Nirvana.
    “You did good.” Max wraps his arms around me, burying his face in the nape of my neck. “You surprised me, sweetness. I didn’t think you were going to allow me to expand your sexual bliss. If I could, I’d stay deep inside you forever.”
    And I’d allow your beautiful hard cock to remain inside me like this until the end of time. Max is the lover I’ve always dreamed of. This afternoon’s kinky escapade has robbed me of my strength, my will, my speech and I can only shudder in his arms in response. God save me. I think I’m falling for him.
     
     
     
     

 
    Chapter 4
     
    After our raunchy rendezvous, I try to slip back into the mansion as inconspicuously as possible, fearing everyone around me will know I got fucked in the middle of the afternoon at the back of a SUV by a god of sex. I tiptoe inside the home and run straight to the bathroom so I can pull myself together.
    Holy Jesus. I look like I got caught in a raving storm. I’m bewildered by the telltale signs of my little romp with Max––smeared lipstick, mascara running down my face like a Goth devotee at the end of a night of feverish clubbing in one of New York’s trendiest spots, hair looking like I rolled out of bed a few minutes ago and no matter how many times I tried to smooth down my dress at the back of the car before stepping out, I still look disheveled.
    I guess I should be grateful, because if I didn’t look like such a hot mess, I’d never believe I allowed Max to corrupt me to this point. Damn, I loved every single second of it.
    Once I feel secure enough, I waltz back on the photoshoot set as if nothing happened. Luckily for me, everyone around is so busy fretting, no one notices I disappeared for over an hour.
    I try to locate Deidra in the sea of busy bodies, but after thirty minutes, she’s still nowhere to be found. I look around hoping I might be able to continue my conversation with Brian, but he’s disappeared as well. After forty-five minutes, I give up searching for both of them. Maybe it’s time for me to go. I want to dazzle Max tonight. Since I’ve already collected more than enough material to cover one week’s worth of articles, I call it a day. I grab a cab and head back to the hotel to get ready for tonight’s big bash.
     
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    I’m standing in front of the tall mirror in my hotel room and I’m admiring myself from every angle. Luckily for me I have the room all to myself since Deidra left me a note letting me know she has to be at the party before everyone else. I have carte blanche to pamper