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“Do you know when I first knew I wanted you? It was the first day I drove you. I was watching you in the mirror and there was something, something I’d missed before. If all I’d wanted was a fuck I would’ve seduced you that night, but even then I knew I wanted a hell of a lot more from you.”

I acknowledged the truth of my words to myself as I said them out loud for the first time. “Ever since that day I’ve been fighting this, fighting wanting you, because I knew…” I stopped talking because I was saying shit to her that I hadn’t even thought out myself.

But I couldn’t help but study her in amazement. I’d never have believed that this could be possible. Even these last few days when I was only beginning to accept that I wanted her for more than an easy fuck, I never imagined this. Didn’t even know this shit was really possible.

I always thought that people who claimed to have this were full of shit. Now I see them in a new light and I have one fucking question. How the fuck does anyone survive this shit? The thought of leaving her body left me cold. I can’t imagine having to be away from her, ever.

Things were getting too heavy for me to hold it all in, so I whispered how much I loved her body, how fucking amazing it felt being inside her. “Your pussy was made to sheath my cock. She’s straining to take me, but she fits like a perfect glove.”

I wonder if she knew that this wasn’t the norm? That a man didn’t fuck a woman this long and hard unless there was something else there, something more than just a physical attraction. I had the burning need to make her understand. To share some of what was growing inside me with her.

“No one else will ever fill you like this. She knows me now, knows who she belongs to and by the time the sun comes up so will you.”

I didn’t give her a chance to answer, just kissed her as soft and gently as I could while holding my hunger in check.

I eased my cock slowly in and out of her heat while palming her tit or playing with her hair, never leaving her lips.

It was only fear of hurting her by staying in her too long that made me race to the finish. All it took was the feel of her nails scraping down my back and her breath in my ear and I followed her into paradise.

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It was hard as fuck the next day pretending that nothing had changed. Though I meant it when I told her that if I wanted her in the middle of a take she’d better come to me, I wouldn’t do that to her. This is her work, I respect that shit, same as I’d want her to respect the times that I needed to be away from her in the future.

That said; I have a whole other kinda problem. I didn’t know this shit before because I’ve never been here, but I have to catch up quick or I’m gonna find my ass in deep shit.

As long as I’ve been fucking around out there, mixing it up with the opposite sex, I never realized that when a woman becomes ‘your’ woman, shit changes on a dime.

Case in point. For weeks I’ve watched her smile and wave to every swinging dick that called out to her, didn’t mean shit to me; that was her job. Today, I find myself wanting to eat the heart of every motherfucker who did that shit raw, with a dirty fork.

The first time it happened I almost fell over my feet in surprise. It was new to me, these raging irrational emotions. I’m a fucking soldier, I’m all about control, so where the fuck did it go?

I crowded her more than usual, and did everything but put a stamp on her forehead after the first few times it happened. When she looked at me questioningly I pretended not to know what the fuck. The truth is, I didn’t know myself what was going on with me.

But everyone got the memo when I glared at any male who got too close. I could only imagine the whispers. Like I give a fuck. I was miserable as shit though. No way I could sustain this level of crazy for much longer.

She soon caught on and took great pleasure in pulling the tiger’s tail. She had a new bounce in her step and her ass was swishing a little more than usual. And fuck if she didn’t take that flirting shit up a notch.

Since she was in the middle of filming and I was stuck on the sidelines I had to satisfy myself with the promise that when I get her back in my bed I’m gonna work her ass over. See how much of a tease she will be then.

My boy gave an ‘oh yeah’ and when she turned her head and gave me a little secret smile like she was thinking pretty much the same thing, my beast calmed the fuck down.

It was so bad that for the first half of the morning I’d almost forgotten what I was doing there. I’d lost sight of everything else but her and what we’d shared the night before.

Not even in high school when I’d had my first real ‘girlfriend’ did I feel this giddy. I’m man enough to own this shit though. I thought I had the upper hand, that I was the one in charge; the truth is, she owns my ass and she’d done that shit effortlessly.

The only thing saving my ass right now is that I don’t think she realizes it yet. Heaven help me when she does. I gotta get ahead of this thing before I go completely nuts.

I wish I’d paid more attention in the past when motherfuckers went on and on about this being in love shit instead of writing them off as pussy whipped assholes. Now I’m out on that limb by myself, and the shit’s just a little bit scary.

I could ask some of my guys who’d bit the bullet about this shit but I’m afraid they’d laugh my ass to scorn and rightfully so. I hadn’t been exactly supportive when they were going through it. Though I do recall one or more of them cursing me with this fate.

I sat there watching her, wanting her, like I hadn’t just spent the last couple of hours inside her. When I woke up this morning with her soft weight on my chest it didn’t take me a minute to have her on her back beneath me sore dick and all.

The sun hadn’t risen yet and I knew she was sore as fuck, but I told myself she wasn’t doing anything too strenuous on the set today so she could take me again.

Her pussy had tightened back up on me and it took my cock three tries to get inside her. She came awake to my mouth on hers and my tongue trailing a path along her lower lip.

“Morning baby.” She opened her mouth and let me in and wrapped her legs around my hips in answer. I forced my cock past her tight as fuck pussy folds and held still when she moaned into my mouth, even though it almost killed me.

I knew from the sounds she made that she was having a hard time taking me and wish like fuck I was the kind of man to take it easy on her. I’m not.

Maybe if I didn’t feel like I’d fucking die if I didn’t have her again it might’ve been easy, but I woke with a hankering need for her that nothing but being inside her would appease.

I’d stopped worrying about the danger of my sudden obsessive need for her sometime during the night, after about the third or fourth time I’d turned to her.

It wasn’t as if I had any control over the shit anyway, but I tried to convince myself that it was because this was all new. That soon the novelty would wear off and I could go back to being me.

But once I slid inside her I knew that for the lie it was. Nothing felt as good as being inside her. I knew then that as long as I live, I would never, not feel this way about her. I’m always going to need this with her.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” I kissed her lips one last time before burying my face in her neck. Her makeup person was gonna have a hell of a time hiding what I’d done to her body. I’d left my mark in more places than one and wasn’t too concerned about how she was going to explain that shit.

“Ready.” Her voice was still soft and dreamy from sleep as I slipped the last couple inches inside her. She started moving before I was fully planted and my dick slipped even deeper until she was cutting off my blood flow.

“Don’t move baby.” I gritted my teeth against the pleasure pain, afraid that if I fucked her as hard as I wanted to I’d tear her or some shit. Of course she moved and of course all my self-control flew out the damn window again.

I only left her when the time for her to be at work drew near, and even then I had her in the shower again. She’d lost most of her shyness during the night but there was still a lingering shadow of something when we shared a cup of coffee before leaving the house.

I figured it was just the newness of the situation; that she was going through the same things I was in her own mind. So when she looked a little spooked when we headed outside to the car I brushed it off.

She wanted to ride up front with me but I talked her out of it even though I wanted it too. I couldn’t forget that she was still in danger and it was my job to protect her. The lines had become blurred and I knew it was going to take us both a minute to figure shit out.

“Are we going to tell people about us?” I looked at her in the mirror when she asked that question. I hadn’t given much thought to how her management team was going to react to this new development, but I didn’t much care.

They can fire me as her bodyguard I guess, but there’s no way they were getting rid of me now.

“Do you want to? We’ll do whatever you decide.” I could be magnanimous now, because there was no doubt for either of us, who she belonged to. Everyone else could pretty much get fucked. At least I hadn’t lost my balls completely.

I didn’t need weeks or months to know what my heart had already told me. She was it. As long as that holds true, no one, not even she, can change that shit.

“I haven’t thought about it.” She worried her lip and that sketchy look came into her eyes again. I was beginning to get the feeling that that shit was about more than the skell that was stalking her, but what?

I hadn’t seen anything hinky since I’d been here. There was no old boyfriend harassing her, no entanglements of any sort. And yet every once in a while I get the feeling that there’s something she’s not telling me, or anyone else for that matter.

“One thing I’m sure of; I’m not taking money to watch over you.” She opened her mouth to argue but I shut her down fast. “Fuck that. If that outs us so be it, but no way am I going to be that guy. It goes against everything I stand for.” She nodded as if she understood but I knew she was full of shit by her next words.

“We’ll talk about it later, but I don’t think one has anything to do with the other. You’re doing a job, you should get paid for it.” Spoken like someone who’s accustomed to paying everyone around her for every little thing. Poor kid, she probably hasn’t had a real friend since coming to this fucked up town.

I’d left it at that since we were pulling into the lot by then, but my mind was already made up. Not even if I’d needed the money would I contemplate such a dick move. Now I sat in my usual corner and fought not to rip her costar’s head off and skull fuck his corpse.