Hollywood King

Ian and Raelynn started walking outside the hotel.

“Where are we going?” Ian asked Raelynn. She looked back and said nothing but winked at him.

“Not we, you.”

“Me? What have you planned, Rae?” he understood that she had something in her bag.

Raelynn said nothing but opened the door to his SUV.

“Enjoy, baby,” she kissed him deeply before getting in.

Ian frowned and hesitated. But as the door opened, he saw Angelina Jolie seated.

His eyes widened in confusion.

“W-what? How?” Ian was stunned to say anything.

“Didn’t know this was how it goes,” Angelina said as Ian got in.

“Are you not going to join?” Ian asked.

“Maybe next time,” Rae said and winked again.

The car started to drive as both of them were inside.

With the drinks in their veins, they were already on each other. Ian leaned in and kissed Angelina without thinking more.

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"Mmhm. Stop Moving." Ian's voice came out in a groan as his right hand shot out to Angelina's waist, gripping tightly and stopping the wriggling that was happening against his lower body.

They were kissing each other, and Angelina was on top of Ian.

"If you keep moving your gorgeous little body, then I won't be able to control what I do next." He groaned, the words trickling down Angelina's body as she whimpered pathetically.

Her head fell back onto Ian's shoulder, staring at the ceiling as his fingernails continued digging into her skirt.

"Why don’t you do something, then?" Angelina whispered into Ian's ear, lightly sucking on the lobe as she smirked against his skin.

"Do something," Angelina whimpered, wriggling herself roughly against Ian's lap before he finally stroked up the courage and started grabbing the zip on Angelina's shirt.

Ian stared over her shoulder and stared down at the breasts that were being kept in a small, lacy white-coloured bra.

"Fuck..." Ian groaned, biting his teeth into the skin of Angelina's shoulder. "You don't know how long I've waited for this moment." He confessed. "I've been waiting to get my hands on these," Ian commented, his hands squeezing Angelina's large breasts, he started pulling the bra away from the skin before properly ripping off the item of clothing and throwing it across the bedroom space.

“I could say the same, Ian,” Angelina admitted.

"Fucking gorgeous," Ian muttered under his breath as he pulled and tweaked at Angelina's nipples.

"Hmm, can you warm me up?" Ian whispered, not giving Angelina much of a chance as he lifted her up slowly, removing her skirt before carefully getting his cock out of his trousers.

He slid his cockhead through Angelina's folds, smirking as she whimpered and moaned quietly before he properly inserted himself deep inside Angelina's cunt.

He pulled her back down onto his lap and he groaned into her neck.

"Fuck..." He groaned loudly.

It was torture. Ian was doing everything in his power to twitch inside Angelina's cunt.

Even with the flutters and clenches that she forced out, it was still torture for Angelina not to be able to properly move. She wanted to grind against his body. Force his cock in and out of her.

Angelina needed more of him. She needed everything and even more. She was glad to have his right hand on her body, the occasional touches and pinches were something but it wasn't enough.

But, Ian was adamant that he was going to get that paperwork finished before fucking her. However, Angelina needed more movement.

"Be a patient little girl and you'll get what you wish for." Ian's voice grabbed her away from where she was staring at the door frame and now stared down at the action.

Her lips parted and her eyelashes fluttered at the pain-filled stretch of her cunt. Ian’s cock moved deeper inside of her as he adjusted the way he was sitting on the bed.

She couldn’t help the moan that ripped out of her throat.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ian... Please, please, please. Sir, please. I need more..." Angelina's whimpering continued as she tilted her head back to glance at Ian, begging him for more with her eyes but it clearly wasn't working for her.

Ian seemed to be planning on teasing her for a few more minutes, he wasn't planning on stopping just yet.

"Fuck, Ian, I /need/ more, please..." Angelina moaned as Ian readjusted himself once again.

He roughly tweaked and pulled at Angelina's nipples as his lips attached to her neck and left as many marks on her skin as he could. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Angelina's moans grew louder and louder but suddenly stopped when Ian's hands left her body.

She whimpered, pathetic sounding as she stared down at where Ian's hands had been.

"Well, this is going to be very interesting," Ian whispered, finally lifting Angelina up before bending her over the pillow.

He stared down at her body, running his hand down her naked body, his hand pressing hard against her spine. He leaned over Angelina's body, kissing the part of her face that he had access to before thrusting his large cock into her clenched cunt.

"Now, be a good girl for me, little one," Ian whispered before his thrusts grew in speed and his hand fell down onto Angelina's arse.

He started slamming into her. With each thrust, he slapped her butt cheeks. The intensity only grew as he continued his torments over and over.

He smirked and thrust even harder, her cunt clenching and squeezing him, showing no sign of mercy.

The two of them had waited too long for this silently and they weren't taking it easy on the other person.

Angelina was making the most delicious-sounding noises as Ian continued pounding into her.

The noises, moans and whimpers, leaving the younger woman's body pressured Ian to continue roughly fucking Angelina and could feel her cunt fluttering around him as she experienced her first orgasm fucking Ian.

"Fuck, Angelina!" Ian groaned, his thrusts slowing down and he drew himself closer.

Ian lightly peppers kisses down upon Angelina's body before slowly sliding out of her cunt.

He crouched down and observed her cunt, noticing how increasingly wet she has gotten since that orgasm.

Ian testingly slides his pointer finger through her slick-covered folds and watches as Angelina's cunt flutters and tries to pull his finger further inside of her. Ian pulls his finger back out, smirking.

"Fuck, you are desperate for it, aren't you? Naughty girl. Such a dirty fucking naughty slut!" His voice is rough and full as he roughly slaps his hand against Angelina's cunt, before pulling away and staring down at the slick that was now covering his large hand.

"I want more orgasms from you. And it's going to be caused by my mouth. I want to taste how fucking delicious you are..." He commented quietly, smirking before diving face first and eating out Angelina's cunt as if he had been starving for centuries.

"Oh fuck!" Angelina moaned before quickly covering her mouth with her hand to stop the noise.

She was quickly getting closer and closer as Ian continued to eat like the starved man he was.

Angelina wasn't sure how much time had passed since the first orgasm before she was flinging herself over the edge and crumbling underneath the attention that Ian was giving to her. "Fuck..!"

She quivered as she screamed through her hand as her cunt fluttered and she came around Ian's tongue and fingers.

“Do you want more?” Ian whispered as he realised she was already out of her breath.

He had orgasmed too.

She couldn’t help but shake her head. She clenched her thighs together and looked back at Ian.

The level of kinkiness exceeded Ian, and she realised that as she saw the hunger in his eyes.

“One more, Angelina. One more,” Ian couldn’t help but kiss her again. Starting it all over.

The torture continued until both of them passed out on the bed. The night was memorable for both Angelina and Ian as it was spent successfully.

Angelina’s hidden crush was revealed and Ian’s hidden desire was satiated.

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