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His sweet words coupled with the sinful things he’s doing to me and the vibrator in my pussy pushes me over the edge. “Oh my god, I’m coming,” I moan out. My breath comes out in tiny puffs because the orgasm has made my chest tight and I’m struggling to breathe. I pull out the vibrator when I feel him moving faster in my ass and then I feel him beginning to pulse.
“Fuck fuck fuck me. Right there,” he grits out as his thrusts become harder and his grip tightens on my hips as he pumps into my ass.
My pussy feels like the vibrator is still resting against it the way it still tingles in the wake of my orgasm. He pulls out gently and then I feel his fingers at my asshole rubbing his cum against it and back inside of me.
My arms finally give out and I’m on my stomach. I feel so loose and sexy and high like I’m flying and when my eyes flutter open, he’s lying next to me on his stomach staring at me with a serene smile on his face. “You are so beautiful.”
He moves closer to me and presses a kiss to my forehead before bringing me to rest my head on his chest. He’s on his back now and I’m lying almost completely on top of him as he strokes my back and holds the back of my head. “That was amazing,” I say but I can’t be sure if I slurred my words at all.
“It was. Did I hurt you?”
“I’m okay,” I say, the exhaustion of multiple orgasms and anal sex and a full day on set all hit me at once. I hear him tell me he loves me but I don’t think I even respond before I’m asleep.
The next day, Shay doesn’t have to be on set until noon, so I spend the morning with her before she goes to set. We’re back in her house, and despite her attempts to seduce me, we haven’t had sex and I didn’t join her in the shower. I’m in her kitchen making her breakfast when she comes downstairs wearing leggings and a flowy v-neck top that shows off her perky breasts, making me regret turning down all of her advances. Her wavy hair falls around her and the smile on her face is so blinding and stunning I can’t take my eyes off of her.
“Hi, beautiful.”
“Are you cooking for me?” She looks up at me and then down at the pan in shock like she can’t believe it.
“Nothing gets by you,” I joke as I flip the bread in the pan.
“It smells so good. I love French toast,” she squeals before plucking a strawberry from the fruit salad I’d put out for her.
“I know.”
“I didn’t know you could cook. Where has this hidden talent been all this time?” she asks as she sits at her dining room table.
“I don’t cook for anyone,” I tell her.
“Oh, I see. So, this is ‘thank you for letting me stick my dick in your ass’ French toast?” She takes a sip of the orange juice I’d set on the table.
“No this is ‘I love you and I want to take care of you which means feeding you more than the protein bars you eat in the morning’ French Toast.” I crack the eggs on the other skillet knowing that above anything, Shay loves eggs and usually eats them once she gets to set if it’s an option.
She picks at her fruit and I can tell she wants to say something. “You’re so good to me. What did I do to deserve you? Everything you’ve done for me even before we were here. You could be saving the world or protecting a president or something and you’re just looking after little old me.” She gives me a small smile but I can hear the self-deprecation in her tone.
“Protecting you has been the greatest honor of my life, Shay,” I tell her and when my eyes meet hers there are tears in them. “I would do anything for you and the job of keeping you safe is one I take very seriously.”
She cocks her head to the side and puts a hand to her chest. “Damian…”
I finish cooking her eggs the way she likes them and put them on the plate next to her French toast. I set it in front of her and she’s looking at me with those eyes that usually have her naked within seconds. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“You’re just amazing and I hope you know how much I appreciate everything.”
“I do. You let me stick my dick in your ass, remember? That is the highest level of appreciation,” I tease and she rolls her eyes.
“So, I have something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.” She takes a bite of her eggs. “Aren’t you eating?”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Talk to me.”
“Eat with me, please. I am not going to let you watch me eat.” She points towards the stove. “Oh my god,” she moans as she takes a bite of the French toast. “No offense, but this might be the best thing you’ve ever put in my mouth.” She winks as I get up and turn the stove back on to make more French toast.
“I’ll remember that when you’re begging me to come in your mouth later.”
“Will you though?” she quips and I give her a look.
“What’s on your mind, baby?”
“Well, I was thinking of having some people over. Like a very lowkey cast thing. We do it a few times a season and I thought I’d host the first one.”