The following story is a work of fiction and is not intended to deface the celebrity depicted
Part III
I woke up the next day in Vin's bed. The sound of a shower in the distance woke me up. Standing on the plush rug I had found my clothes, my God my ass was sore. When the shower stopped I was already dressed. Vin walked out with nothing but a towel on. "Leaving so soon," he asked with a slight smile. He grabbed me in his thick arms and planted a wide kiss on my lips.
"I have to Vin, I have work. The new Jim Carey movie premiers tonight. I am sorry," I turned to the door, but was suddenly whisked off my feet and thrown on the bed. You're sick you need to get your rest. Let me take your temperature." I was confused. But then my confusion was laid to rest two hours later when Vin entered me for he second time in my life. Our bodies melded into one. When he came, I had asked how my fever was. He said "Broken, you're fine. Now take a shower."
The bathroom was amazing. Gilded bathtub and a tall showerheads sparkled in the soft lighting. As I was taking my shower I didn't hear the door open. I wish as I am writing this not to sound too cliche, I didn't wnat to write in the shower scene. But lets face it guys, this was Vin Diesel. Even wet he still looked sexy. I soaped him up, and with all his strength he forced me to his dick, "Suck it baby" he spoke out of breath. When I took him in his mouth, he tasted like Ivory and somekind of cologne. He then proceeded to hold my head and skull fuck me. I didn't want to choke on his member, but by hell this was hot.
He finally pulled out of my mouth and lifted me up into his arms, kissing my neck and tweeking my nipples. I could feel him pushing my onto his dick as he threw me against a wall. Still in his arms he began to fuck me calling my name, "Frank, Frank". His moans echoed in the shower and in my ears. His dick, the hot water, his working tounge sent me into ecstasy. With a loud shriek I came on his stomach, causing my ass muscles to contract. A few second later his own juices began to flow in me.
When we came down from the high, he began to wash me. It felt wonderful. When our shower was over, and I had gotten dressed for the second time I felt relaxed, almost in dream state. He walked me to the door and said as he kissed me, "See ya later, lover."
As I walked out of the Hotel and into the street, I noticed something in my own coat. Fishing for it, I found a letter that said, "Hey remember you're my ass, Vin."