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His cock jerks inside of me and for a second I’m afraid he’s going to come and this will all be over too soon. But he manages to regain his composure quickly, barely even pausing before starting to fuck me hard again.

I use my newly freed hands to reach under the covers and get a good grip on his ass. No flab there, he’s 100% muscle. I have my hands on the best ass in the business.

I dig my fingers into his flesh and pull him towards me, steering his cock harder and deeper into my pussy.

He feels so fucking good. I wasn’t sure what to expect from my first time, but it certainly wasn’t this. This is amazing. Mind–blowing. Magical. I’ve been on the verge of orgasm since he entered me.

James is almost too good at this. My pussy feels like it’s on fire, burning with a combination of desire and actual heat from the friction of being fucked. I wish I could feel this way forever, but at the same time I really need to come. Bad.

James shifts on top of me, angling himself so that the base of his cock rubs against my clit every time he thrusts into me. It sends tingles shooting down my spine and creates a deep ache in my core.

I moan and arch my back without even thinking about it, pushing my breasts against his open hands.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” James groans, pinching my nipples between his fingers. Then he buries his face in my neck. He’s all hot breath and soft lips at first, but then he starts to gently bite me, his teeth just barely grazing the thin skin below my ear.

I moan softly and pull him even closer, spreading my legs a little wider and wrapping them around his waist so that his cock can penetrate me hard and deep.

I’m getting really close now. Between the extra pressure on my clit and the way he’s pinching my nipples, my whole body is screaming for release.

I’ve never felt anything like this before.

It’s so carnal, so desperate and all–encompassing.

James could ask me for anything right now and I’d do it—as long as I got an orgasm out of it.

Suddenly he pulls back. The nibbling on my neck stops and his thrusting slows. There’s a wild look in his eyes, like he’s about to lose all control.

“You’re a very bad girl, Jenna,” he says, his voice gruff.

My heart drops. He can’t get back into character. Not now, not when I’m so close. I’m not capable of being Jenna right now. The moment this scene turned real, I totally forgot all my lines.

“I might have to give you detention for this,” he continues. “To teach you a lesson. How about Monday after class?”

Is this James’s way of dealing with the fact that he’s about to come?

Does he need a distraction? If so, I hope he’s only postponing the inevitable rather than shutting down entirely.

What if he’s trying to avoid finishing at all, waiting until the cameras are off and he can return to the privacy of his trailer instead of making a mess on set?

Even if he invites me to join him, I can’t handle waiting that long. We’ve already come so far. I’m not prepared to stop now.

“Will your lesson cover sex–ed?” I ask.

My ability to improvise surprises me. It seems to surprise James too. His cock twitches inside of me and he groans into my ear.

“If by sex–ed you mean bending you over my desk and fucking you, then yes.”

“Mmm,” I moan. “That will work.”

Before I can finish getting the words out of my mouth, he slams his cock into me so hard that the whole bed shakes. I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning. In a good way.

I realize I had my eyes closed, trying to savor every touch, every breath, every sound.

But now they’re wide open. James is staring at me, his expression serious.

There’s still a wildness there, an animalistic lust, but he looks determined to keep it at bay.

It confirms my fear that he’s planning to hold off his orgasm until we’ve finished filming.

Maybe that’s a good thing. After all, we’re not using a condom.

And James strikes me as a very virile man.

I get the feeling he has a huge load of cum stored up, which definitely turns me on.

But it would also make it impossible to hide what we’re doing from the crew.

Someone is going to have to strip this bed when we’re done.

It’s bad enough that the sheets are covered in sweat and probably soaked through with my juices.

If there’s semen too, word will definitely get out.

And that would be very bad for my reputation.

It would probably be bad for James too, being associated with me like that.

But honestly? I’m not sure I care about any of that right now. I just need to come, and I’m counting on James to make that happen. He might be able to wait, but I can’t.

As I dig my fingers into his back and encourage him to fuck me harder, it suddenly occurs to be that we’re being watched.

I already knew that of course, but I’ve been so caught up in what James is doing to me, the extreme pleasure his massive cock delivers with every expertly paced thrust, that I managed to tune everything else out.

Now I can actually see everyone standing around us. Most of them are ignoring their equipment, totally enthralled by what James and I are doing.

Some of the guys have their eyes glued to my tits, which are bouncing around like crazy. Others seem more intent on trying to make out what’s happening beneath the sheet. The only woman in the group—Sadie, the costume designer—is flushed all over and ogling James like he’s a piece of meat.

Do they know?

At this point, I don’t care if they do. It’s not like they can prove anything. Besides, I kind of like that we’re being watched. At least two of the cameramen have erections—big, obvious ones. Even the director looks like he’s trying to hide a woody.

I accidentally make eye contact with the director. He looks away quickly, like he was caught looking at something he shouldn’t have seen. But a second later his eyes are back on mine, his gaze purely professional. Well, mostly professional. I don’t think he’d turn me down if I invited him into bed.

He motions for us to start wrapping up the scene, which is a relief because I can’t hold back much longer. I need release. The ache in my core is so intense now that it’s becoming painful. My whole body is humming with excitement.

Without warning, James picks me up as if I’m weightless and flips me over on the bed so that I’m face–down. He carefully arranges the sheet over top of us so that nobody can see the way he’s spreading my legs with his knee, plunging his cock into me from behind with such force that I almost scream.

“I’m going to make you come now,” he growls. “Don’t hold anything back. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around me so tight that it strangles my cock.”

Holy shit. It’s finally happening, he’s going to let me come. Make me come.

I let out a sigh of relief just as James slams his cock into me so hard that I have to brace myself against the bed so I don’t fly off. He moves his hands to my hips for better control and then grunts as he continues to hammer me hard, his massive cock filling every inch of my pussy.

I don’t know what to do with my face. I feel like I should try to hide just how good this feels, but I’m not sure I’m capable of doing any acting right now.

Movie sex isn’t supposed to look this real.

When the cinematographer reviewed the scene with us this morning, he made it clear he wasn’t looking for rough, sweaty sex.

He wanted long lustful glances, lots of sensual touching and kissing, slow movements.

Basically he wants it to look like we’re making love. Which is not at all what’s actually happening right now. James and I are not making love. We’re fucking.

Hard, fast, rough. This is about as far from making love as you can get, complete opposite end of the sex spectrum.

But now is not the time to switch gears. I need to be fucked hard. I don’t give a fuck what the cinematographer wants. This is what he’s getting.

“Fuck,” James groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I push my ass back towards him, meeting his thrusts.

This position allows his cock to go deeper inside of me than I ever imagined possible.

I feel completely full. My pussy keeps clamping down harder on his cock, small tremors of pleasure already rippling through my body.

The big one is still building, the pressure inside of me so great that I can hardly breathe.

There’s a new sensation too though. He’s not just going deep. He’s hitting a patch of nerve endings that has never been stimulated before. It sends tingles through my body, almost makes me forget where I am.

Is this the elusive G–spot?

I’m not sure, but whatever he’s doing is about to make me come. Hard.

James pushes his cock deeper inside of me and grunts in my ear as my pussy tightens its grip around his cock. One of his hands slides beneath my breasts and squeezes so hard that it would hurt if I weren’t already feeling so good. The extra stimulation nearly pushes me over the edge.

I start to whimper, unable to control myself.

“That’s it,” he says. “Come for me, Harper. Come all over my cock.”

His fingers find my clit at the same moment that his cock slams directly into my G–spot.

An unintelligible string of noise escapes from deep in my throat. I don’t know if it’s supposed to be words, or moans, or just random sounds. It’s like my brain has disconnected from my body. I have no control over anything that’s happening as my orgasm builds to a massive high.

Just as the most extreme pleasure I’ve ever experienced starts to kick in, a whole new feeling takes over.

It starts deep in my core and radiates outward.

At first it’s just a dull ache, kind of feels like there’s something pushing against my bladder, but as James continues to fuck me, his cock pounding away at my G–spot, the ache takes over my entire body and then suddenly I feel like I’m erupting.