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This Time Around	By : Daisygirl1315 Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 11904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“So, first I’m delusional, and then we’re just friends?” he asked teasingly, as he poked my sides.

“Mmm, have I ever mentioned delusional friends turn me on?” I asked as I pushed him backwards on the couch, covering his body with my own.

“Damn right they do,” he responded as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close.

My lips crushed against his, as my tongue delved into his hot, velvet mouth.

We kissed long, and thoroughly, in no hurry.

My mind wandered as the kiss became more lazy and sloppy.

This will make the…fourth time we’ve had sex in the past week, I mused. Not bad, not bad at all. I could definitely get used to this.

Suddenly my thoughts halted, as panic and insecurity overcame me.

Get used to this? I couldn’t get used to this. He wasn’t mine to get used to. Not wholly, anyway.

He was supposedly with Terri….

Whatever “with” entailed, I didn’t know.

But that didn’t matter.

Becoming bed buddies would change everything if this continued.

We were supposed to have the “love/hate” relationship.

Of course, we could still hate each other, it would make the sex more exciting, I argued with myself.

Besides, things have already changed, and this was much better than the way things were first season anyway, right?

No, no, no. Not right.

I mean, Simon has bedded how many women now?

Close to one hundred he’s approximated?

And how many is he still in touch with?

Two, three?

Jackie’s the only one who really stuck around.

No, Simon means more to me than to lose him because we became sexually involved.

Too much sex, and not enough emotion was an equation for disaster.

I broke the kiss, pushing myself into sitting position with my hands, panting as I stared at him.

“We’ve gotta stop,” I said, wiping the saliva from the corners of my mouth.

His expression was one of extreme confusion.

“Why?”

“Because! Because, uhh..” I stuttered, frantically running my hands through my hair as I glanced around the room desperately, searching for a logical answer.

“I don’t know Simon, we just do.”

“Darling, if you don’t have a reason, I hardly see that as means to stop.”

I swallowed, meeting his eyes.

“Because I don’t want to lose you,” I said, tears coming out of no where, welling in my eyes.

I stood up and turned my back towards him, quickly wiping away the tears.

“Lose me?”

“Yes, lose you!” I replied with frustration.

“Why would you lose me love? I’d say if anyone has me right now, it’s you.”

“Yeah, now.” I responded. “But where will you be in an hour? A day? A year? Chances are, no where to be found.”

“What?”

“Where will you go tonight when you finish fucking me tonight Simon? Where will you be? Home with Terri,” I said, emphasizing her name. “Not with me.”

“Possessiveness is cute on you, Pawler,” he smirked, crossing his arms.

I glared at him through narrow eyes.

The fact that he wasn’t even taking me seriously was just pissing me off.

“God Simon, you don’t get it to you?”

I stared at him expectantly, hoping it’d click.

Instead he just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slightly, staring back at me.

We studied each other for a full minute, neither of us blinking.

Suddenly I was overcome with distress and frustration.

“I gotta get out of here.” I said, reaching for my purse and keys.

“No,” he said calmly.

“Yes,” I replied, heading for the door.

“No!” he said, grabbing me by the shoulders and slamming me against the wall.

My head fell back with a discernible thud as I stared into his wild, hazel eyes.

“Let me go,” I requested calmly.

“No,” he countered defiantly, pinning me harder to the wall.

“Let me go!” I exclaimed.

“No,” he said with a growl, his voice an octave lower than normal.

“Let me go, let me go, let me go!!!” I screamed louder, pounding my fists into his strong chest as I thrashed side to side violently, trying to get away.

He just stood there, smirking at me as I threw my tantrum.

His eyes practically said, “There isn’t a chance in hell you can escape my grasp. I can literally hold you here as long as I want, so quit fighting me. I know you don’t really want to leave anyway.”

And he was right.

But I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him know that.

“Let. Me. G-,“ I began, before silenced me with a primal, forceful kiss.

At first I resisted, holding my lips tight and pursed together, but suddenly the heat overcame me and I opened my mouth fully to him, allowing our tongues to meet in an animalistic fight for dominance.

“No,” I whimpered softly when he broke the kiss, as we stared wildly into each others eyes, panting for air.

With that he attacked my mouth again, wrapping his arms around my ass and lifting me into the air.

I wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried us back to the couch, collapsing on it so that I was perfectly seated in his lap.

He groaned as I gyrated my hips against his cock, which in turn caused me to become increasingly wet.

He ripped the button on my jeans open and my zipper down, his hand headed straight for my drenched folds.

“Oh Goooooood,” I moaned as he stroked me, his finger to dancing teasingly around my vagina, but never dipping in.

I ground against him, needing to feel the friction.

Without warning he slammed his fingers inside my center, and I screamed out.

Loud.

I immediately shattered around his finger.

“God. God, oh God,” I moaned as he continued to stroke me and massage my clit.

“Mmm, God, Simon,” I groaned as his mouth covered mine, his tongue imitating the actions of his fingers, slamming in and out of me, over and over.

I bounced with the thrusts of his finger, feeling another climax, and a more intense one, building.

I openedeyeseyes, my vision blurred as I looked downwards, quickly working the clasp on his jeans.

His mouth attacked mine again, with more intense, primal passion than I’d ever experienced from him.

He moved us to the floor where I lifted my hips and quickly discarded my jeans and panties. I spread my legs wide, exposing myself to him in full glory.

“So beautiful,” he said as he stroked my folds with one hand, his rock hard cock with the other.

“Inside…me.” I said.

“What was that?” he asked, leaning down to hear me.

“You. I want…you…inside…ooooh” I moaned as he thrust three fingers deep inside me, pumping in and out at a rapid pace.

My hips bucked and gyrated with his ministrations.

“Uggghhh Simon,” I moaned, his fingers suddenly not enough to feed my desire.

“I want your cock in me NOW,” I ordered demandingly.

“Turn over,” he commanded me.

I complied, my limbs shaking with desire as I crouched on all fours.

I could feel his cock pressing against my opening, but he suddenly stopped.

I looked over my shoulder at him expectantly.

He was resting on the balls of his feet, his cock standing proudly in the air.

“Hmm, maybe you’re right. Maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore,” he teased, wagging his eyebrows at me.

“Simon Cowell, if you don’t get your cock inside me right now, God so help me…” I warned, facing the carpet again when my neck started to cramp.

Without warning he slammed into me fully, causing me to scream out with surprise. My elbows buckled with the amount of force he used to slam into me, his hands holding my hips in a death grip.

My walls expanded to accommodate his throbbing cock as he slammed hard and fast into me, making no attempt to make this last.

I groaned as he thrust deep inside of me; each groan gaining intensity as he sped up the thrusts.

He reached around me and pinched my clit, hard, causing me to explode for the second time.

I collapsed, my face down in the carpet, ass still in the air as he continued to pump inside me.

“Ungh, ungh, unghhhh.”

Simon’s sounds were incoherent but I knewwoulwouldn’t be long before he came.

And I was starting to build up again.

With all the strength I had left in me, I placed my palms on the ground, lifting myself back into doggie style position.

He pounded into me again and again, and suddenly we exploded together, cums mixing together as he filled me with his scorching seed and my own juices ran down my legs.

We both collapsed on the ground, as he lay on top of me, kissing my sweat drenched back.

“Remind me again why you wanted to stop?” he asked.

I giggled.

“Who can remember anything after that?” I asked, my question muffled against the carpet.

I could feel him smile against my skin before he slid his flaccid cock out of me and stup.
up.

I rolled over to watch him clean himself off and dress, admiring his form.

His face, still flushed from arousal, his body still drenched with sweat.

He knelt down and spread my legs, cleaning me up as well, before he slid my panties and jeans back on my lethargic body.

“Wow,” I said as I smiled up at him.

“’Wow’ is right,” he respondedow cow come on,” he said, extending a hand to help me up.

I gratefully handed him my right hand, and he grasped my thumb, accidentally pressing down on my nail.

“OW!!!!” I screamed as pain shot through my hand and arm, radiating throughout my body.

“Paula? What’s wrong?”

“Oh God,” I said as I looked down, my thumb nail bleeding as puss spilled out on all sides.

I glanced up once again at Simon’s concerned face, and that was the last vision I saw before I blacked out.

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