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Holy fuck! That’s a smile that could send a thousand men into battle.

  Luckily, I’m strong. I push my way past her into the room. She doesn’t try to stop me. This suite is oddly familiar. I think I’ve stayed in this one on a previous tour.

  “Yes,” I say. “And I must tell you, your plan was brilliant. Reminds me of something I would come up with.”

  Heading to the bar, I take out two highball glasses. I open the cabinet and pour two large shots of Jack Daniels in each.

  After she closes the door, I walk toward her. Handing her a drink, I sit on the couch and sip mine.

  “Is that supposed to be a compliment, Mister Damien Cage Rock Star?” As she takes the glass, her ring finger brushes against mine. An electrical charge sparks through me.

  I scratch the back of my neck and look up at her with my patented Damien Cage Twat-Melter smile. “By definition, it would have to be.”

  She takes a big swig of her drink. “Then tell me, Mister Damien Cage Rock Star,” she says, “what am I up to?”

  She holds a powerful pose. Fake-irritated but inviting. Like she knows she has to put on a show of being irritated at me, but also wants me to know that she’s just playing a game.

  She knows what she’s doing.

  Fucking hot.

  I take another sip as I blatantly check her out. She’s wearing denim mini-shorts that highlight the glory of that ass, even as she faces me. Light striped bikini top. Toenails painted white. Glorious light caramel skin. Shiny and luscious.

  Yep, fully hard now.

  Down, boy!

  “How many girls out there want to get me alone in a hotel room so they can win me over?”

  “My oh my,” she says. “Aren’t we just full of ourselves, Mister Damien Cage Rock Star!”

  I smirk and squint at her. That usually has a predictable effect on women, but not this one. She holds my stare firm. No effect.

  Damn.

  “You know it’s true, Marcellina Montero Porn Star.”

  Never breaking eye contact, she sits down on the couch opposite me ... but maybe a better word is glide. Her movements are ethereal and angelic; like the room and furniture are moving, not her.

  “I’m sure you have your dumb groupie sluts who know that all they have to do is just show up,” she says. “Now, seriously ... if I wanted you all I would have to do is flash this ass at you and you’d have me up to your room like that.” She snaps her fingers. “You know that, and I know that.”

  God, a woman with balls! Big brass ones.

  I think I’m in love.

  Shut the fuck up, Damien.

  “I mean, come on!” Suddenly, she stands up and faces away from me, putting that glorious butt on full display. “You can’t resist this.”

  She bends forward.

  Don’t stare, Damien, don’t stare!

  I stare, and knock down my drink.

  “But you,” she says, pointing at me, “can’t have ... this.”

  Now I’m harder than I’ve ever been. Cock attempting to cut an escape hatch.

  Breathe, Damien. Remember who you are. Take control.

  “Point to the porn star,” I say. “Yes, I would have invited you up and pounded that ass until you saw God. That’s for sure. But ... there would have been at least one other girl. Maybe two. I would throw you away and never see you again. Like the two girls probably still passed out in my suite right now from all the fucking we did last night. What are their names now? Oh right, I have no fucking clue.”

  I lean forward and drill into her stare.

  “But I know your name, Marcellina Montero Porn Star,” I say. “You wanted to make an impact. You wanted to make sure I didn’t see you like every other girl, didn’t you? You wanted me to see you were different. Intelligent. Creative. Not average. Not to mention the fact that I would eventually find out what you do. You needed a method to rise above that. Proving to me you are intelligent is method number one.”

  She holds my gaze strong. Girl is fucking unbreakable.

  “Point to the rock star. But I’m not ashamed of what I do.”

  “Are you ashamed of punching me in the face?”

  “Fuck no.”

  “Why not?”

  I’m not sure how she did it, but somehow she’s on my lap. Legs spread wide. Hands under my thighs. I let her. It’s okay. I can resist.

  “Because punching you in the face got you into this hotel room,” she whispers, as she leans forward and licks my left cheek. “My hotel room, not yours. Alone. No other girls to share you with. You. Here. With me. Just me.”

  I’m done. She has me.

  I snake my fingers up the sides of her legs, right under the denim shorts. No panties. My hands cup her perfect round globes.

  “The STD test in the package of papers was precious,” I say as I gaze deep into those eyes. “You had to let me know I wasn’t going to catch anything by visiting Room 1504. Where did you get Daniel Montmorency’s card?”

  She moves her face down to my neck. Her hot breath sends tingles all over my body. I bite the outside of her ear. Three diamond piercings. I lick them.

  “I fucked him at the Waldorf-Astoria.”

  “And you were so good,” I say as my tongue slips into her ear, “that he created a fake lawsuit for you.”

  “No,” she says, her hands wrapping around my sides and moving to my thick back muscles. “That was a second-year law student who put it together for a blow job. Big fan.”

  Her lips brush past mine. “However, Daniel’s card was more impressive for my little ruse.”

  I reach toward her lower back and pull her into me. She’s tiny. Under a hundred pounds. My hands fit around her entire waist.

  “And the two-year-old kid?” I pull her into me, but hold her an inch from my lips.

  “Pictures I found on Facebook,” she says. “No worries. You’re no daddy. I’m certainly no mommy.”

  I bite her lower lip, sinking my tongue in for a split second. “So everything,” I say, “right from punching me in the face to this bullshit lawsuit. All fake. Just to get me alone and make an impression on me.”

  “How did I do?” she whispers as she sticks her tongue in my ear.

  “Game, set, and match to the porn star,” I say before I kiss her fully.

  I once was a flesh-and-blood human being. That was centuries ago, back when I walked in this room. Now I’m something else. Something formless.

  Our tongues fuse into an unearthly delight. My hands find every part of this tiny, beautiful body.

  Even after the wild session with the two Texas girls just hours ago, my cock is tearing through my pants to get a touch of this sweet sample of female perfection.

  Pulling back, she stares into my eyes and giggles.

  I’m at a loss for words. And I’m fucking never at a loss for words. I drift into those eyes. I swim in them, losing myself in their light brown, almost greenish intensity. I float on a crashing wave, letting its peak carry me upward into the sky.

  That’s it, time to take control here. I’m Damien Fucking Cage.

  I stand up, keeping her in the same position tightly wrapped around me, and she screams as she rises into the air. I take her over to the bar with its two stools, moving her between them and sitting her on the countertop.

  “Okay, bitch,” I say, looking her deep in her eyes, “tell me again that I can’t have that ass.”

  Then I sink my mouth into her neck. She gasps.

  “You—” She begins a sentence that I interrupt by simultaneously biting her neck and shoving my fingers down the front of her denim shorts, right onto her clit.

  Roughly.

  She makes a noise that’s part squeal, part sigh.

  “Go on,” I say. “You can say it.”

  “You can’t–” I interrupt her again by sticking my tongue in her mouth. She has a diamond stud in the center of it. At the same time, I grab both sides of the top of her denim shorts and yank them apart with force.

  The buttons
fly off. The fabric underneath the crotch area rips.

  She gasps again.

  “Come on, slut!” I growl. “Tell me I can’t have that ass for lunch. Tell me!”

  She’s breathing heavily now, her pupils dilated.

  “You ...” she says, “can’t ... have ...”

  I interrupt her by jamming three fingers deep into her pussy while pressing my thumb into the nub of her clit, drawing hard and fast little circles.

  Her head goes back. She grunts.

  I dive down and lick her pierced clit with tiny tongue strokes. Firm but gentle. Simultaneously, I finger-fuck her, taking care to press upward into the firm space right underneath the shaft of her clit with my middle finger.

  I know when a woman fakes an orgasm. There is a certain tightness in a spot that forms underneath my fingers when she’s about to blow. No woman can fake that. It’s an involuntary muscle movement. Marcellina is tightening up in that spot. Unless she has superhuman control over her bodily functions, this is real.

  At the same time, I’m doing my patented Damien Cage Tongue-Swirl-Suck pattern on her clit. Which I have discovered, in coordination with the patented Damien Cage Three-Finger Fuck-Upward-Pull technique produces a female orgasm in three ... two ... one ...

  She screams as her pussy clenches on my fingers.

  She squirts.

  That’s right, I forgot … she’s a squirter. I watched one of her videos.

  She jacks all over the countertop, creating a slick sheen of salty nectar. I lap it up like a meal.

  Delicious.

  My taste buds are back!

  I move up to her face. She’s still breathing heavily, almost hyperventilating.

  “Nobody ever–” she says.

  “Shut the fuck up, cunt!” I say, lightly slapping her face. “That was my appetizer. I’m ready for my lunch now.”

  I grab both sides of her striped tank top, viciously tightening them around her. I pull her to me, staring into her eyes with my full masculine power, and press my lips into hers.

  “Don’t ever tell me I can’t have that ass,” I growl, still pressed into her.

  She just swirls her head in circles, trying to get her tongue into my mouth. But I won’t let her. She only finds clenched teeth.

  Then I rip off the tank top. Two pieces of her clothing destroyed now.

  Lifting her up, I shake her from side to side, and her torn denim shorts fall nicely to the floor. I toss her into the air, placing her knees down onto the bar and adjusting her so she’s bent over, scrunched down on the countertop. Then I sit on one of the barstools.

  Her puckery little asshole is right at my face, right above her dripping clit, and the bottoms of her tiny feet act as pads for my shoulders as I dive in. Why waste time?

  I launch my tongue into her asshole, right up past her sphincter to the wall of her rectum. She gasps and her toes curl.

  I know she’s the anal orgy queen, so I know she can take it. I’m ruthless. I spread that backside with my tongue, getting as close to the back of her throat as I can manage.

  From the sounds she makes, I can tell I’m doing well. Just what I like to hear.

  While male porn actors are good at ramming and reaming, my specialty is more sublime.

  I know where every nerve ending in a female asshole is. And I take my time, ensuring each one gets its fair share of attention. Oh, did I mention there are about a million nerve endings in a female asshole?

  “Oh my fucking God!” she yells.

  “Quiet!” I say, returning to lunch.

  There is nothing better than this. This is heaven. This is what I live for, the reason I do it. Call me crazy, but my tongue pressing hard into a girl’s inner sphincter is the end-all be-all of existence in my not-so-humble opinion.

  And what an ass!

  Seriously ... this one is ranked number one. The previous one was a Brazilian girl about three years ago. Sorry, Bianca, but I’ve found a better butthole than yours.

  After about what must be an hour of this, Marcellina has turned into a pile of shaking jelly. Her backdoor is stretched wide, thanks to my tongue, gaping and inviting me inside. I slap her right ass cheek.

  “On your knees, bitch!” I say, as I lift her off the countertop and place her on the floor.

  I take down my pants and out comes my power tool. I will admit, my boy is big. Sometimes I even wish it was a little smaller. Seriously, I’m not kidding. I’m an anal guy, and some girls just can’t fit me up their ass. But I know for a fact this one can, no matter how tiny she is.

  Now that she’s on her knees, she moves forward to begin the suction. I grab her chin and lean down, almost touching noses with her.

  “Hey!” I say. “Did I say you could suck my cock yet?”

  She shakes her head no.

  “What?” Once again, I slap her lightly on the face. “Speak to me, cunt!”

  She makes a growling sound and her eyes go all wonky. That got her juices flowing. I know this type.

  “No,” she says.

  “Ask if you can please suck my cock,” I say.

  Her eyes go wide and her breathing becomes heavy. She’s usually in charge. She has men all over the world wanking off to her pictures. She’s not used to being treated like this, although I’m sure some of her fellow actors do.

  I press my cock hard into her face, squishing one eye shut, and she groans. “You want my cock.”

  She groans again.

  “Tell me you want my cock, bitch!”

  She resists yet again.

  I slap her face with my beast. Left. Right. Left. She yelps, jumping up a little off the floor. I press my balls under her chin, clamping my rod over her mouth. Flattening her nose.

  “You want this cock!” She groans again. “Say it!”

  One more groan.

  That’s it. I rain down cock slaps onto her face.

  Whack!

  Whack!

  Whack!

  She’s in a fury now, fighting some sort of inner demon. “Talk to me, cunt!” I say. “Tell me what you want!”

  Whack!

  Whack!

  Whack!

  She growls like an animal.

  “I want to suck your cock!” she screams, looking up at me in feral heat.

  I hear an accent now. Funny it wasn’t there before. What is she, anyway? Brazilian? Colombian? Puerto Rican? Oh, who gives a fuck?

  “Good girl.” I press into her face again. Her mouth hangs open. “Kiss it first. Show it how much you love it.”

  She starts on the front of my cock right above my balls. Tiny little kisses. Every once in a while a dash of tongue.

  Any normal man would have spewed by now, but I think you’ve figured out I’m not a normal man. I like being in control. I like pushing the edge.

  And I know she does, too.

  She travels all around my head, making sure to follow instructions. She sticks the tip of her tongue in my slit at the top, then returns to kissing all along the sides of my shaft.

  Then down to the balls. She laps them passionately, every once in a while sneaking a peek up at my face.

  Fuck, I almost lose it when she does that. Those fucking eyes.

  Steady, Damien, steady.

  Then she does the unexpected. Don’t know how she got there so fast, but her tongue is up my ass.

  Oh God, we’re going to have some fun! Very few girls will do that. I let her probe in and around up there for a few seconds.

  “Hey!” I say. “Suck my cock!”

  She dives onto me, taking my full ten inches … I swear, right into her throat without a hitch.

  Oh my God!

  She’s a fucking vacuum cleaner! She goes back and forth like a pro. Well … granted, she is a pro.

  I give her a challenge, and ram her throat as hard as I can while she sucks.

  Holy fucking shit, the girl is a trooper!

  I continue to pound her face while she sucks like a jet engine. Not even any trouble breathing.r />
  Goddamn. I’m going to blow. No, I don’t want to blow yet.

  I pull out and yank her up onto a stool, facing the bar. Pushing her face forward, I adjust her so her ass is sticking out.

  Finally, I reach down into my jeans pocket for one of the mini lube packs I always carry around with me. Hey, I’m Damien Cage. I never know when I’m going to bump into a puckery rosebud yearning for a reaming, so it’s good to be prepared. Don’t care if you judge me. Go right the fuck ahead.

  I don’t waste time. I slam my cock hard into her ass as far as it will go.

  Screaming, she beats the table.

  “You like that, slut?”

  “Yes,” she says in between sharp panting.

  “Good, because that’s light compared to what’s coming.”

  She turns her face and looks up at me like no girl ever has. With a fiery longing and desire that communicates, You couldn’t pound me hard enough, pal.

  So I do. I fuck that ass like I’m trying to bust a line up through the top of her skull.

  She drifts into the plateau, that Sub-Zone state that’s like one continuous orgasm set to low.

  I half-expected all of the usual porn star sounds ... the ‘oooh fuck my ass,’ the ‘oh I love your cock in my dirty tight little asshole,’ the fake screaming. However, she did none of that.

  As far as I could tell, she was really drifting in the sky on a cloud of delight. Either that or she’s just a damned good actress.

  I try not to look down. The very sight of my boy in that perfect ass will make me come.

  I stay focused on a spot on her back as I pummel her. God, even that spot is sexy as hell and there’s nothing there. What is it with this chick?

  Then I steal a glance downward. Her lovely sphincter is spread nicely around my naked shaft.

  Just as I thought ... I come.

  Can't help myself. Too nice a sight.

  I launch buckets into her.

  Buckets, I swear.

  “Oh my God!” she says.

  I’m not done with her yet. I want to see how much of a pro she is.

  I glance down at her, my pole still buried inside, and watch as I pull it out.

  “Stay!” I say. I go to the bar and get a martini glass, placing it on the countertop.

  After I lift her up, adjusting her on her feet so she’s crouched down over the glass, I say, “Push it out so you can get your drink.”