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“Oh! Mad…”
“Sshh… Do you want your fiance to hear?”
Helen whimpered, biting down on her bottom lip, swallowing down another moan as Madeline's fingers curled inside of her. The vanity in Madeline's dressing room was digging into her lower back, her hands clutching the edge of it so hard that her knuckles were white. The blonde's lips and teeth were nipping and sucking at Helen's neck and jaw, no doubt attempting to mark her territory.
“Mmm, my Helly,” Madeline moaned into Helen's ear, her teeth biting down on her earlobe and tugging.
Helen's jaw dropped open, her eyes rolling back until they closed as Madeline's fingers fucked into her harder. She was so wet that with every push in, there was a squelching sound that made Helen's cheeks burn in embarrassment.
The author could feel herself losing her balance, her knees buckling as pleasure soared through her veins. She quickly grabbed at Madeline's waist, feeling the scratch of pink lace against her palms. Helen knew the night would end this way the moment Madeline breezed through the door wearing that deep-cut lacy lingerie, the extravagant robe barely covering her body beneath it. She had promised herself she wouldn't give in, but the actress had a grip on Helen that she couldn't break free from, no matter how hard she tried.
“Let me go down on you,” Madeline whispered, her thumb rubbing the most exquisite circles on Helen's clit. “It's been so long since I've tasted you.”
“N-no,” Helen croaked out, shaking her head for good measure. “We can't– I– I have a fiance…”
She didn't need to be looking at Madeline's to know that the blonde rolled her eyes. She could feel it.
“I'm three fingers deep in you and you won't let me eat you out because of a man you're marrying?” Madeline's voice shrieked, causing Helen to smack her hand over the other woman's mouth.
“Sshh! Mad!” Helen pleaded. “Please don't– I don't want him to–”
“Ugh,” Madeline grunted behind Helen's palm and then licked it, knowing it would make the redhead drop her hand immediately.
“Ew–”
“Hel,” Madeline breathed out, pausing her thrusting, keeping her fingers buried deep, the tips rubbing relentlessly at that spot inside of Helen that guaranteed an orgasm. The author whined and dropped her forehead to Madeline's shoulder. Madeline grinned devilishly. “The only way you'll be coming tonight is on my face.”
With that, her fingers were gone, leaving Helen's pussy walls fluttering around nothing. Helen pouted, tears springing to her eyes. She had been so close.
“Mad, please,” she begged, watching as the actress sucked Helen's arousal from her fingers.
Madeline’s digits slipped from between her swollen lips. “Please what?”
Helen swallowed hard, her jaw locking as her body revolted at the thought of submitting to Madeline. “I'll let you go down–”
“Ah ah!” Madeline held up a finger, smirking. “Ask nicely.”
Helen glared at the woman, tears of frustration threatening to fall down her flushed cheeks. “Please eat my pussy.”
Madeline's smirk turned into a beaming smile, the tip of her tongue sticking out between her perfect pearly white teeth. “That's my good girl.”
Minutes later found Helen sitting back on the settee, her long skirt bunched at her hips, her thighs shaking on either side of Madeline's head. The blonde was on her knees, her nails digging into the soft flesh of Helen's legs, keeping them far apart while her lips and tongue feasted greedily on the author's pussy. Helen tried to keep quiet, concerned that Ernest and Stefan were just outside the door and would hear her, but with every lick of Madeline’s dangerous tongue, the attempts proved to be futile.
Madeline slipped her fingers back inside, going directly for that sensitive spot, and she began a fast, relentless pace. Her tongue swirled around Helen's clit and her lips closed around it, sucking as her tongue batted at the nub. The fingers inside of Helen twisted deep, Madeline’s sharp nails scratching at Helen’s sensitive walls and making a glorious painful pleasure wash over the redhead’s body.
“Come for me, Hel,” Madeline moaned into her sensitive flesh before she started thrusting her fingers even faster..
A cry nearly escaped Helen's throat, but the orgasm that ripped through her caused her to go completely silent, her back arched and rigid as waves and waves of pleasure made every muscle in her body madly pulse. Madeline groaned, her fingers still moving while her tongue licked Helen everywhere, savoring the taste.
When the sensations lessened and eventually faded away, Helen looked down to see Madeline licking her slit one last time before placing a gentle kiss to the author's thigh. She lifted her upper body, shuffling forward on her knees so her breasts were pressing into Helen's abdomen, the blonde's arms cradling her hips. Madeline leaned in, a smile on her glistening lips, her eyes hooded seductively, and Helen eagerly closed the distance between them.
Their lips met in a gentle kiss, but Helen was unable to stop herself from flicking her tongue along Madeline's upper lip, wanting access inside. She obliged, opening her mouth and letting Helen suck her own cum from her tongue for a few moments, but then Madeline pulled back. Helen watched the actress stand up, using her thumb to swipe at her chin where cum and spit lingered from their sloppy kissing.
“Well,” Madeline said, letting out a breathy laugh. “I'll see you and Ernie on Sunday!”
Reality then hit Helen like a truck.
“Fuck, oh fuck, Hel…”
“Sshh… You don't want your husband to hear, do you?”
Madeline groaned into Helen's shoulder, biting down on the skin she found there. “I don't fucking care.”
The bathroom was dimly lit, sounds of people chatting and glasses clinking from the book launch party drifting in through the closed door. Madeline's blue pants were dangling off of one ankle, her silk blue shirt unbuttoned and the cups of her bra shoved down so her tits spilled freely. The actress's hands were clutching at the woman in front of her as she fucked Madeline with two talented fingers, her ass sitting precariously on the edge of the sink. Helen's lips returned to her nipple, her teeth biting down to earn a gasp from the blonde, a shudder going down Madeline's spine at the sting of pleasure.
Helen dragged her fingers out of Madeline, harshly rubbing up and down her slick pussy lips. “You were always so wet for me. Still are, huh?”
Madeline bucked into Helen's hand, wanting to be filled again. “Hel,” she whined, lifting her head to pout at the author.
Suddenly, Helen slapped Madeline's mound in punishment. Madeline shrieked, trying to rub her pussy against Helen's fingers to soothe the sting.
“Ask nicely,” Helen demanded, sneering at the woman as she pinched her clit roughly between two fingers.
“Please!” Madeline shouted, the sound of her plea echoing in the bathroom.
Helen smirked, patting Madeline between her legs with sharp taps. “So she can follow directions after all.”
Madeline couldn't even think of throwing back a retort because the next moment, Helen had three fingers inside of her, pumping them deep and hard, just how Madeline liked.
With all inhibitions lost the moment the redhead cornered her in the bathroom, Madeline moaned wild and free, her melodic voice nothing but croaking screams and gasping curses. Helen's mouth and teeth were back on her already abused nipples, adding more to the tingles of pleasure making her body sing. The lewd sound of Helen's fingers fucking into her were loud, bouncing off the empty stalls behind them.
“Fuck, I'm coming,” Madeline whimpered, her nails digging into Helen's shoulders. “Oh god, Helen, I'm coming…!”
Knowing what was about to happen, Helen shifted to the side, out of the way as Madeline's release hit, her cum splashing out of her. Helen kept fucking her through it, triumphant at the way Madeline screamed and dripped all over herself and the bathroom floor, all for Helen alone. Madeline's thighs shook, her voice nearly gone from shouting, and Helen pulled her fingers out, making sure to deliver a few more harsh slaps to the blonde's pussy, earning a few more spurts of cum to trickle out. The author brought her hand to Madeline's mouth, pushing all three fingers past her lips so Madeline could clean her cum from them, nearly choking on the rough intrusion.
“You always put on a show for me,” Helen said, her tone low and seductive. “Ernest can't make you come like I can, huh?”
Although it was rhetorical, Madeline shook her head, drooling all over Helen's fingers. Helen chuckled darkly, slipping her fingers out and wiping them on Madeline's shirt. She caught Madeline's jaw in her hand, squeezing it as she leaned in and licked the blonde's bottom lip, pulling away just before Madeline could respond in kind.
“Better clean up, Mad,” she said, raising one eyebrow in a challenge. “Your husband must be so worried about you.” She delivered a tap to Madeline’s cheek, and the blonde felt her normal defiance take over.
“Fuck you,” she spat, glaring harshly.
Helen only chuckled louder, stepping back and using the same fingers that were just inside of Madeline to fix her lipstick. “I know you'd love to, darling, but I have fans to greet. Oh, fans… I mean, you remember?”
And then she left the blonde, a winning glint in her green eyes, the door shutting behind her in finality.