Fans Only by B. Love

Fans Only by B. Love

Author:B. Love [Love, B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Prolific Pen Pusher
Published: 2020-08-02T18:30:00+00:00

As I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror of our hotel room, I kept telling myself that the pain would be worth it. The pain of losing and leaving Merrick. It was the end of our second month, and our following had doubled. We had two-hundred thousand followers, and there was no doubt in my mind that we’d both reach our financial goals within six months. But as happy as I was, I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness thinking about this ending.

In a short amount of time, Merrick and I had grown closer than I ever thought was possible. We weren’t just having sex. Somehow, he’d allowed me to convince us that it was okay for us to take things a little deeper. That it was okay for us to allow our bond to grow a little more. We were spending so much time together and getting to know one another in the most intimate of ways – not just physically.

Every time we got ready to record now, I had to give myself a little pep talk to avoid looking sad in front of him. When I was sure that my emotions were in check, I inhaled a deep breath and looked myself over in the mirror. My hair was pulled up into a bun like he liked, and I was wearing a blush-colored bra and panty set underneath my kimono. I had on a pair of six-inch furry heels that I knew would drive his ass crazy. He seemed to love them just as much as I did.

After pulling in another deep breath, I opened the door of the bathroom and headed out to the suite. As soon as Merrick’s eyes landed on me, he stood. He had his GoPro camera on a band around his head, which made me chuckle. Up until now, he’d take the point-of-view shots with his phone or camera in his hand, but he said he was tired of not being able to fully enjoy himself trying to film – as if that wasn’t the whole damn point of this! I understood where he was coming from, though.

When it was my turn to record, the camera would be slipping out of my hand when it started to feel too good. Covering my mouth and laugh as he walked over to me, I told him, “That’s… very… resourceful.”

Merrick laughed, wrapping his hand around my neck and turning me. “Just in time, too.” Pressing me into the wall, Merrick didn’t even bother to take off what little clothing I had on. He tossed my kimono over my right side and pushed my panties to the left side before entering me with one smooth, quick thrust.

“A nigga be ’bout to lose his damn mind trying to get in this pussy,” he moaned in my ear.

With each powerful stroke, my pussy literally cried for him. Dripped for him. Clung to him. Sucked him in. It was taking everything within me to not cum. And Merrick knew it.


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