* * *

“Do you know that kid?” We’d barely made it through the door before I dragged her upstairs to our bed. I’d foregone the foreplay and just gave her pussy a cursory pass with my fingers before slipping my dick inside her. I think I broke the speed barrier getting us here I was that hot for her.

She didn’t help matters any, teasing my ass with her shit. She was trying out her new chops on me I suppose. She’d taken her sweet time saying goodbye to her peers as we left, and I could’ve sworn all those takes she had to do for that one kissing scene was all for my benefit.

I even warned her on one of her breaks but she just laughed and put her hand on my chest as she looked up at me with that innocent look of hers. Probably thought I was playing with her ass. If she only knew half of what was going on inside my head she’d have ran hard in the opposite direction.

But now I have her just where I want her and she’s about to pay for teasing my ass all day. Or maybe the shit was normal and I was reading too much into it. The fuck I know, I haven’t had a sane thought since I made her mine and it’s all her fucking fault. Why the fuck did she have to be an actress? I’m so fucked.

“What kid?” She strained her body against mine, and used her pussy muscles to draw me in, enticing me to fuck. But I needed some answers before I gave her what she wanted. What we both wanted truth be told. Because even as mad as I was, there was no denying the fiery need she’d unleashed in me again.

“The one you were kissing for two fucking hours on the set.” She stopped all movement and looked up at me warily. “You do know it’s just for the movie right.”

“I know it’s just a movie but I’m asking, do, you, know, him?” Did I mention that I’d lost my fucking mind?

“No, we’re not even friends. We just got picked to do the movie together.” She ran her hands soothingly up and down my chest as I leaned over her. Kind of the way you would a wild animal that had broken out of its cage.

“Doesn’t stop me from wanting to break his fucking face though. Pretty boy motherfucker.” She found my meltdown funny. I bit into her neck and stroked into her hard. “What’s so damn funny?”

“It’s funny because ‘you’re’ my pretty boy.” She barely got the words out through her laughter, and moved her hips suggestively like my show of manly power didn’t even faze her. And then her words registered.

“What the fuck? Who you calling a pretty boy? You see this jaw that chin, that’s all man baby.” She howled with laughter and it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. My heart opened just a little bit more and she took what she hadn’t already owned.

“Yours huh!” I brushed the hair back from her face and looked into her smiling eyes. I no longer felt murderous, now I could get down to the business of making love to my woman.

“For now.” What the fuck! Now it was my turn to stop moving.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

My heart which had only seconds before taken flight felt crowded with something not good.

“I don’t mean it like that. It’s just… I know you don’t like it here, and I love acting. I know when this is all done you’re gonna leave me.” There was such sadness in her voice it helped calm me down. She wasn’t throwing me away, not that she could; I wouldn’t let her.

“We’ll deal with that when we get to it. You do know they have planes that go both ways right? Besides, it might not be an issue for much longer.” I started thrusting again now that I was no longer imagining strangling her ass. And since when do I have meaningful conversations while I fuck?

“What do you mean?” She clutched at me and slapped my ass with her heels to get me to move faster, but I was in the mood to love her. Plus I had to pay her back for the hell she put me through all day. “You’ll know in about nine months.” Yep, there goes my dick. Every time I think about breeding her he acts up.

I gave her a few rough strokes for good measure and she got caught up in the action. At least she wasn’t calling me out, or questioning me to death. I spoke too soon because she pulled my head down and glared at me. So ferocious my little butterfly.

“I knew that’s what you were doing.” I didn’t miss the fact that there was no real heat in her words, and she hadn’t stopped fucking herself on my cock. “How do you know I’m not on the pill?” Well shit; missed that one didn’t you asshole?

I stopped fucking and looked down at her. “Are you?” The thought made me feel off, like I’d been robbed. I’d gone from never wanting this shit to suddenly needing it more than anything in my damn life.

She shook her head no and the sun came out again. I can’t believe how happy that shit made me. And since I was being such a sap I needed her with me. I’m seriously beginning to think I’m paying for my past fuckery. All those times I accused one of my guys of growing a vagina has come back to bite me in the ass.

“So why did you let me cum inside you? Unprotected.” Her eyes got that look. The one that was always hidden behind the lust. But it was there now, naked, bare and I saw into her soul. My cock jumped and spat pre-cum like a busted hose. Go figure. My girl was getting sentimental and I was getting horny. I’ma have to work on that shit.

“Tell me.” My voice had gone soft with emotion because of what I’d seen in her eyes.

“I don’t know why, it just seemed right somehow.” She pulled my head down and covered my mouth with hers, putting an end to the conversation. It was enough for now, the fact that she seemed to be on the same page as crazy as the shit was.

* * *

It was hours before I finally let her up. I was starving and knew she had to be as well. She waddled to the bathroom with her hand covering her pussy as if to protect it and I followed behind her, promising myself not to take her again.

We rushed through our shared shower and she evaded my arms when my boy rose to the occasion again. In the bedroom she pulled on one of my shirts while I threw on some running shorts and headed down to the kitchen to scrounge around for something to eat.

It felt like the most natural thing in the world to make dinner together. Here she wasn’t America’s sweetheart, or the woman every man with a heartbeat was probably jacking off to behind closed doors. She was just my girl.

I maybe shouldn’t dwell too much on what other guys wanted from her; that seems to be a hard no for me. Fuck knows how I’m gonna deal with it for the rest of my life.

“I know you said you wanted to go home when this movie wraps before starting the next, but I wanna take you home with me at some point.” I don’t know why that should surprise her, but surprised she was. “Really?” I stopped chopping the carrot in my hand long enough to look at her.

“Tell me something, what do you think I mean by owning you?” She rolled her eyes and went back to stirring the sauce she was making for the pasta we’d decided on. “I thought you were just being a guy, you know…saying whatever it takes to get what you want.”

“Look at me. You really believe that shit?”

“Not exactly, but I wasn’t planning on holding you to it.”

“Are you trying to piss me the fuck off?”

“What…no…why?”

“So if you thought I was just bullshitting you why the fuck did you let me fuck you?”

“Don’t be mad, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“What exactly do you mean Tara?” See, this is why I don’t do this relationship bullshit. Somebody is always trying to get the other put away for life.

“How do I know that you won’t cheat on me? You did it with that Zeta person.”

“Because she wasn’t fucking you. I told you, she wasn’t my girl. She was fucking other people I was fucking other people. You on the other hand, if you fuck anyone else and they’d be looking for your corpse. Last night I asked you if you understood, before I touched you I spelt this shit out for you…what the fuck are you laughing at now?”

“You, you’re so easily riled. But I like the fact that you feel so passionate about it. I like the way your nose flares when you want to wring my neck.”

Fucking Hollywood! “Yeah you keep playing with that shit and I really will heat your ass up one of these days. I don’t know when you’re playing, you’re gonna have to leave that acting shit at the door.”

“Why would I wanna do that? This is so much more fun.” She flipped up the bottom of the shirt and showed me her ass before making her escape under the pretense of setting the outside table.

I’m gonna have to keep my eye on her, she seems a little squirrelly to me. I’m serious about that acting shit though. She keeps catching me out there and I’m strung way too tight to play around with this shit. Plus it’s too new for me to have my footing and I feel like a newborn calf. Shit, I need some pointers here.