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He grabs onto my wrists and pins them together over my head, rendering me completely powerless. I can’t fight anything he’s doing, not that I’d want to anyway. He’s so much stronger than me.

With his other hand, he spreads my legs and pushes his cock right up against my opening. I can actually feel the rounded mushroom head start to slip inside of me.

“Oh!” I scream. It’s more out of surprise than anything.

James doesn’t go any further. His cock stays right where it is, putting intense pressure on my pussy but not quite penetrating me. Judging by the look on his face, he’s using all the willpower he’s got to control himself.

The sheet has drifted down so that it’s barely covering us.

My tits are mostly exposed, plainly visible to everyone on set.

Even the area where our bodies are nearly conjoined is at risk of exposure.

There’s no room for error. If we move too much during this last part of the scene—which seems likely given that we have to pretend to fuck—the sheet could come off altogether and reveal everything.

It’s obvious that James doesn’t care about that. He’s still staring at me lustfully, his cock pulsing against the entrance to my pussy.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Jenna? That’s why you invited me over tonight?”

“Yes!” I shout. “Oh my god, yes! Fuck me, Jam—” Oops. This is embarrassing. Maybe if I correct myself they can fix it while editing the scene. But I know I’ll get shit for this later. “Mr. Parker.”

I can see a slight smirk on James’s face. But as quickly as it appears, it’s gone. His grip on my wrists tightens and then he thrusts his whole body forward all at once.

He’s inside of me now. His entire massive cock is buried in my pussy, stretching me in every direction. I feel like I’m being split in half.

It hurts like hell.

But when James pulls back and thrusts into me again, even harder this time, the pain starts to dissipate. His cock glides in smoothly, sinks deep inside of me like it belongs there.

A warmth spreads throughout my body, bringing with it an array of conflicting emotions. Surprise, confusion, arousal, fear. Ecstasy.

I think I’m in shock. Is this really happening?

I know that everything James and I have done tonight was leading to this, that I should have seen it coming. I’ve spent most of the evening fantasizing about exactly this.

But somehow it’s still unexpected. I did not think James would actually fuck me on camera.

“I didn’t know you were a virgin,” he growls. It’s obvious that he’s trying to be quiet enough for only me to hear, but the microphones pick it up anyway. The director gives us a big thumbs up.

“You didn’t ask,” I tell him.

James glares at me for a moment, but doesn’t stop fucking me. He drives his cock into my pussy over and over again, putting so much power into each thrust that it pushes my whole body away from him on the bed.

That doesn’t make him slow down though. He keeps his body draped over mine, following me towards the head of the bed.

“I’ve never fucked a virgin before,” he says, his mouth directly against my ear.

I can’t find the words to respond. I still can’t believe this is actually happening. Losing my virginity to James Grant? In front of all these people I’ll probably have to work with again in the future? It’s surreal.

“Your pussy is tighter than a fucking vise grip, Harper.” I can feel his cock swelling inside of me as he speaks. “Does it get even tighter when you come?”

The thought of James making me come, his enormous cock giving my pussy something to latch onto as it contracts with pleasure, makes me moan. Much louder than I intended.

He shoves his fingers in my mouth to silence me. I can taste my own pussy on them from when he fingered me earlier.

“Don’t bother to answer that,” he continues. “I’m going to find out soon enough. I’ll have your pussy squeezing me so hard that it’ll milk out every last drop of my cum.”

I feel a rush of warmth flood my pussy. It’s almost like a mini orgasm, except that instead of bringing relief it only makes me hornier. Desperate for more.

“Fuck me harder,” I whisper. James is only giving me half of of his cock right now, as if he’s afraid that plunging the whole thing inside of me would break me in half. Maybe he’s right, but at the moment I don’t care. I want more.

“Are you sure?” he growls. He slows his thrusts to a snail’s pace and wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead. His eyes are focused on mine, his gaze intense and full of desire.

I want to scream. How can he just stop like this? Doesn’t he know that I need him? I’m beyond caring about the cameras surrounding us. I just want to be fucked and I don’t have the self–control to hold back anymore.

James, on the other hand, seems totally in control.

Every single move he makes is purposeful and perfectly executed.

The only hint that he’s not as composed as he seems is the way his cock throbs inside of me, like it could blow at any moment.

And maybe that look on his face too. The lust in his eyes.

“Yes,” I tell him. He starts to move his hips again, this time driving his cock into me so deep it takes my breath away. “Oh god, yes!”

“Is this what you want?” His voice sounds a whole octave lower now.

I nod. Having his entire cock shoved inside of me does hurt a little, but it’s worth it. I need to feel him. All of him. And I love the way he stretches me, his cock rubbing against areas that have never been touched before. Not even by my own fingers.

There are so many things I want to do right now, so many things I’ve always wanted to try with a man, but the way James has me pinned down on the bed with my arms over my head leaves me at his mercy. I can’t even touch him.

Luckily he knows exactly what he’s doing.

I don’t want to think about how many other women he’s fucked, but I know that the pleasure he’s delivering right now is a product of his experience.

Spending 18 years as a virgin, I’ve learned a lot about my own body and what it takes to get myself off—how I like to be touched and rubbed and penetrated.

It took a while to figure everything out.

But somehow James seems to intuitively know exactly what I need our very first time together.

And already he’s making me feel way better than I’ve ever been able to achieve on my own.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I’m going to have to pull out soon. You feel too damn good. If your pussy squeezes me any harder, I’m going to explode.”

“No!” Fear courses through my veins. There’s a mind–blowing orgasm building inside of me.

I can feel the heat pooling between my legs, the big ball of tension growing just below my belly.

It’s such a strong sensation that I’m actually a little worried.

This thing might just destroy me. But the alternative—not coming at all—is even worse.

My brain’s barely functioning as it is. I won’t be able to think clearly again until I get release, and I want it to be James’s cock that gets me there.

“Please,” I gasp, fighting to free my wrists from his grasp. “I need this!”

James’s movement slows. He drives his cock into me in long, slow strokes, a distinct pause between each one.

It only emphasizes how big he is, how complete I feel when he’s filling me to the hilt.

With his body pressed tight against mine, I can feel the ripple of his abs as he maneuvers on top of me, his weight pushing down on my breasts and rubbing against my nipples.

A slight smile creeps across his face. “I know you do,” he growls in my ear. “That’s what’s making it so fucking hard for me to hold back.”

Suddenly he’s going full–force again, his eyes locked on mine as he plunges deeper and deeper inside of me. With each forward thrust of his hips, the pressure inside of me increases exponentially, pushing me ever closer to the edge. It’s almost unbearable.

And yet I can’t quite get there. James won’t let me. He’s totally in tune with my body, pulling back every time I reach the precipice. It’s maddening, but I trust that he knows what he’s doing. I know it will be worth the wait.

The mattress is taking a serious beating.

I can hear the springs groan beneath us each time James plows his cock into me, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

Or care. He’s focused only on fucking me, harder and harder and harder.

Sweat drips from his body, but he ignores that too.

We’re both slick with it and I can smell it in the air.

It kind of turns me on, the way it smells just like James, manly and powerful and sexy as hell.

Soon he’s fucking me up against the headboard. We’ve run out of room, all of his forceful thrusts leading us here. James braces my hands—still bound together by his—against the upholstered headboard to prevent my head from pounding into it instead.

Then his mouth crashes down on mine, kissing me hard and deep.

It sends my pulse racing. I wasn’t expecting this, but now that it’s happening it feels like it was inevitable.

Exactly what I need. The contrast between his soft lips and the way his tongue is roughly wrestling with mine makes my pussy so wet that it gushes all over his cock, my juices thoroughly coating him.

James seems even more desperate for this than me.

He’s kissing me with the passion of a man who’s been wandering the desert for days and finally comes across an oasis.

I can feel his cock throb against the walls of my pussy as he continues to thrust into me, his mouth and his hips working in unison.

The pain of my first time is totally gone now. All I feel is pleasure.

James releases my wrists and grabs onto my tits instead, breaking off our kiss so that he can prop himself up for a better view.

“Your body is fucking perfect,” he growls, driving his cock into me even harder. Then he lets out a long groan as he squeezes my tits in his hands.