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There’s a wetness between my legs, hot and sticky. My pussy’s been dripping all over James’s cock since the moment he entered me, but this is different. I’m gushing . Huge spurts of excitement pour out of me in waves, soaking the sheets and drenching James’s cock.

“Oh!” I scream. I don’t quite understand what’s happening right now. I don’t know whether I should be embarrassed or relieved or bowing down to James as a sex god. Maybe all of the above. The only thing I know for sure is that this is by far the best orgasm of my life and I don’t want it to end.

“Oh fuck,” James growls. Lowering his voice, he adds, “You’re squirting , Harper. I’ve never made a woman squirt before.”

His fingers pulse against my clit and another surge of hot liquid lust pours out of me. My whole body convulses rhythmically, every muscle contracting and releasing over and over again. It sounds like a cliché, but my toes are literally curling with pleasure.

James thrusts his cock inside of me to the hilt and groans. I can feel it jerking wildly against the walls of my pussy as he pushes it in even deeper. Then a torrent of hot cum pours out, completely filling me and overflowing into my womb.

“Fuck!” he groans, his cock still pumping me full of cum.

Keeping one finger on my clit, James pushes it like a button to ensure that my orgasm continues with his. Not that I could stop coming right now even if I wanted to. My orgasm is like a runaway train on its way down a mountain. Dangerous, out of control, unstoppable.

As pleasure continues to course through my veins, his other hand squeezes my tits. His teeth bite down on my neck. And his cock unloads one last spurt of cum deep inside of me.

My vision fades and I see stars. I’ve never felt so connected to another person before, both physically and emotionally.

Finally I start to come down from the high. My body is sore all over. I feel like I got a complete workout, even though James was the one doing all the work. I guess coming that hard is a workout in and of itself.

I feel James’s body relax on top of mine, all the tension gone. He’s still breathing heavily, his chest heaving against my back, but his cock is starting to soften inside of me.

I wish this moment could last forever. Everything about it is perfect.

Until I remember that we’re not alone.

The director rushes over to us, grinning from ear to ear. “You two were fucking great! That was the best acting I’ve ever seen. I loved all the improv.”

I look up at him awkwardly. I still feel like I’m in a daze, my mind a random jumble of thoughts. Can he smell the sex in the air? Is he staring at my tits? Was this whole thing a big mistake?

It’s a relief when James speaks up first. “Could we have a little privacy?” he asks, cupping my breasts in his hands to shield them from view. “I’d like a moment alone with Harper.”

“Yes, yes, of course. I just wanted to congratulate both of you on a job well done. Especially you, you lucky bastard.” The director gives James a slap on the back and winks at him before walking off.

Shit . This is not good. He totally knows. I’ll never salvage my reputation now.

My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it’s going to beat right out of my chest. I need to get out of here, pretend this never happened. But James is still inside of me. His cum is starting to drip down my thighs.

My eyes sting and I’m afraid I’m going to cry. I can’t let him see me like this. I need to get out of here. I don’t want to be alone right now, but it’s better than staying here.

The crew starts to clear the area, taking their equipment with them. We’re not exactly alone yet, but we do have a much smaller audience. I don’t think anyone’s within earshot.

“I have to go,” I tell James as I try to get out from under him.

“Hey,” he says, his voice tender. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I got a little carried away.”

I’m not sure exactly what he’s referring to.

Is he sorry for fucking me? For the director’s comment?

For taking my virginity? Honestly, he doesn’t sound sorry at all.

I’m 99% sure that if he had it to do over again, he wouldn’t change a thing.

Hell, neither would I. I can’t imagine a better first time than that.

But now I don’t know what to think. Was it all a big mistake?

James rolls off of me and lets his eyes roam over my body.

It’s like he’s seeing me for the first time all over again, that hungry look in his eyes more fierce than ever.

Soon his hands are on me, caressing me, running over my curves.

He comes to an abrupt stop when his hand falls between my legs.

When he pulls it back, there’s cum all over his fingers, silky and white.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks. His voice is low and deep now, almost accusatory.

I shake my head. How did the possibility of getting pregnant not even occur to me? I’m such an idiot. Then again, this was totally worth it. Or maybe not…

James curses under his breath. One of the cameramen turns towards us and James reaches over the side of the bed to grab his shirt from the floor.

It’s a button–down, but he doesn’t bother to button it, just wraps it around me and pulls me out of the bed.

Then he stands up—totally nude, his cock still at half–mast—and throws on his pants while dragging me off the set towards his trailer.

My legs are so shaky I can hardly walk. I’m not sure if it’s because of the absolutely mind–blowing orgasm James just gave me, or just from the massive size of his cock.

I’m definitely sore. It will probably be a few days before things return to normal down there.

Not that I’m going to let that stop me from fucking him again, assuming he’s even interested.

At the moment it seems that he’s not. We’re walking fast and he’s holding me by the arm, his fingers digging into my skin.

He looks angry and hasn’t said a single word since dragging me out of the bed on set.

Great, so now James has joined the rest of the country in hating me and thinking that I’m a slut. This is so unfair. It’s not like it’s my fault he came inside of me. He could have pulled out.

It’s also not my fault that he fucked me in the first place.

Okay, maybe that was a little bit my fault. I did sort of initiate that whole series of events by giving him a blowjob.

But it’s not like I made him do it. Hell, I didn’t even expect it to happen! I’m still kind of in shock over the fact that I’m no longer a virgin.

I wish I knew what James is thinking right now.

Does he really hate me? Does he view this whole thing as a huge mistake?

Is he freaked out about taking my virginity?

Did he just get caught up in the heat of the moment and now regrets it?

Maybe he’s not attracted to me at all, I was just naked and easy and he made the best of the situation.

It hurts to think about that possibility. Not that I expect him to be in love with me or anything, but I hope he at least likes me. I hope I didn’t disappoint him. Was I terrible? It’s not like I knew what I was doing.

I don’t have much frame of reference for comparison, but it certainly didn’t seem like that was the case.

James was rock hard the whole time, his body totally in tune with mine.

And when he came? No way that wasn’t good for him.

I’ve watched a lot of porn, but never have I seen a man come that hard before.

His whole body shook as he unloaded inside of me.

James throws open the door to his trailer and leads me inside, slamming the door behind us.

“I can’t believe you’re a fucking virgin!” he shouts. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Was a virgin,” I correct him. “And why would I have told you? It’s not like we’re dating, we’re just working together. My lack of a sex life is hardly a conversation starter.”

I can’t stop staring at his chest. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m afraid to make eye contact or because he’s just so damn sexy.

He looks like he was sculpted from marble.

And then my eyes drift lower, to the thin trail of hair that disappears beneath his waistband.

I’m suddenly very conscious of the fact that I’m not wearing any panties (or a bra, for that matter).

I can’t hide my arousal. My pussy is so wet that it’s starting to drip down my leg, and my nipples have formed into stiff peaks that poke through the shirt.

“Shit,” he groans. “Please don’t hate me. I had no idea. I just assumed…”

“You thought I was a slut,” I finish for him. “Sleeping with a different guy every week.”

“Let’s just say I thought you were experienced. All those guys the tabloids have shown you with. The pictures…”

“You of all people should know not to trust the tabloids.”

“Touché. I just can’t believe that a girl as gorgeous as you was still a virgin at 18.” He pauses. “Shit. You are legal, right?”

“Yes, James. You have nothing to worry about.” I’m trying to play it cool, not let him know how strongly I feel about him.

I mean, I already had a pretty major crush on him.

And that was before he fucked me. I never thought my first time would be so mind–blowing, and I’m positive it wouldn’t have been that way with any other man.

But I’m no fool. I know James is a permanent bachelor with no interest in settling down or even dating long–term.

He goes through women like most people go through water.

I don’t want to seem desperate or clingy.

I got my first time over with—finally—and now I can move on.

I will not let myself get attached to him.

“For the record,” he says. “I’m not sorry. I’ve wanted to do that ever since I saw those pictures of you in a bikini in Bali. And every time the paps catch you out with some new asshole, I want to murder him.”