Everyone on set is whispering about this fake fucking relationship and I’m goddamn sick of it.

Everyone except Tara. Yesterday she barely spoke to me, let alone looked at me. Everything was professional with her, and she walked away as fast as she could as soon as I got near outside of a work context. She didn’t give me a chance to explain the shit with Holly, and now the whole crew is talking about it.

I can’t stand people being in my fucking business, although I know that’s what Hollywood is. Everyone knows everything, and that’s sort of the point. You let people into your fucking world in exchange for fame and money.

I don’t fucking like it. I’m the kind of man that keeps things simple and straightforward, and all this fake relationship crap isn’t for me. I take what I want, and I don’t question anything else.

Today I’m not playing any games. I come in to work on time, I get ready for my scenes, and I do them to the best of my abilities. I work with Tara but I don’t push her, and I just ignore all the gossip and the shit with the crew that’s happening all around me.

And at the end of the day, I decide to be myself.

I find Tara alone on set, still going over some footage. She works long hours and probably has the most demanding job on the entire set. I don’t envy her at all, but I am damn impressed by her. I know she doesn’t want to talk to me, but I don’t care anymore.

“You can take a break sometime, you know,” I say to her.

She turns and looks at me. “Just finishing up,” she says, and goes back to looking at the monitor.

I wait patiently, not giving in. I know she wants me to just walk away, but I’m not going to. Finally she finishes, marks off her script, and turns back to me.

“I’m busy,” she says, and starts walking.

“It’s not real, you know,” I say to her.

She stops in front of me and half turns. “What isn’t?”

“This shit with Holly. I told them I wouldn’t do it, but my fucking agent practically blackmailed me into it.”

“I heard that might be the case,” she says carefully.

“Forget the fucking gossip. Me and Holly, we’re not really a thing. If I want to keep this movie, I have to pretend to be dating her, but I’m not. I don’t want her, not even a little bit.” I stare at Tara, and I hope she understands.

“So why are you telling me this?” she asks me.

“You know why,” I say to her. “You can keep pretending, but I’m sick of pretending. I do enough of that around here.”

“Pretending about what?”

I grab her wrist and pull her against me. She stumbles and lands against my chest and I pull her close, feeling her body against mine. She tips her head back and looks up at me, lips parted and eyes wide.

I kiss her hard, deep and full.

She returns my kiss without hesitation, and I know I’m done with waiting, I’m done with the games. I don’t know what’s going to happen beyond this moment, but I do know that I have this, right here, whatever it is.

And I’m taking it.

I press her back, pushing her into the table she was just working on top of. I lift her up, putting her ass on top of the smooth wood finish, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I kiss her deeply.

The crew has mostly gone home for the night, but we’re still in public. I kiss her like that for a second longer before pulling her back down off the table and dragging her along behind me.

“Jackson,” she says, but I don’t answer. I pull her deeper into the set, behind a bunch of fake walls, back into the dark nooks and crannies, away from sight. There’s a red light high above us, illuminating the space as I turn to her and pull her up against me again.

“If someone catches us,” she whispers, trailing off.

“I’ll take care of that,” I say, smirking. “You’ll just have to be quiet.”

I kiss her again, loving her fucking taste, and I’m not so sure she can be silent during this. I push her back up against the wall, the plaster making a slight thump as her ass hits up against it. I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. She raises her arms, letting the shirt pull over her skin. I watch her hair cascade down her body, and I can’t help but feel her perfect, full breasts.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” I whisper in her ear as she yanks at the hem of my shorts. I’m wearing just a pair of nylon shorts and a t-shirt, since I’ve been doing stunts. “Your fucking tits are even more perfect than I remembered.”

“You’ve done a little growing, too,” she whispers and gasps as I grab her hair and tip her head back.

“You don’t know the half of it.” I kiss her again, my tongue sliding along hers as she drops my nylon shorts down around my ankles. I kick them aside, my cock hard as fuck and straining against my black boxer briefs. I don’t waste any time in pulling her shorts off, unbuttoning the front and tugging them over her hips. She moans as my lips find her neck and throat, my other hand teasing her breasts. I push her bra straps down over her shoulders and lean down to kiss her chest and tease her nipple as my other hand slowly slips inside of her panties.

She moans when I find her dripping wet pussy. “You’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you?” I ask her.

“Maybe,” she moans as I tease her clit with my fingers.

“I know you’ve been picturing my big fingers sliding inside your pussy. And my even bigger cock tearing you to pieces.”

She moans as I press two fingers deep inside of her. I bite her lower lip and kiss her again as I slide my fingers in and out of her. She opens her legs wider, letting me fuck her deeper, and I slide back out to tease her clit before diving my fingers back inside.

I bite her lip again and pull her hair back. “Every fucking day I pictured sliding my thick cock down your pretty throat,” I whisper to her. “Every day I thought about your ass working along my hard cock. Do you know how badly I want to leave my handprints on your smooth skin while fucking you rough?”

“Show me,” she says, staring into my eyes.

The red light makes her look incredible as I drop down to my knees. I yank her panties off and toss them aside before burying my mouth on her dripping cunt.

I lap her up like it’s the first time I’ve tasted water. I lick every single inch of her, tasting her sweet fucking pussy. I really have been dreaming about this moment for years, and it really did get me through some bad shit when I was a SEAL. I always pictured this moment, and she tastes even better than I could have imagined.

I work that clit and slide my tongue inside of her, fucking her spot and making her moan. She grabs my hair as I support her thick ass with my hands, squeezing and pulling her tighter. I want her to feel it all, get fucking close before I finally get a real taste of what I need.

I look up and tease her clit with my tongue. She’s staring down at me, full, thick hair spilling around her shoulder, perfect breasts shoved together. I smirk at her as she gasps and moans.

“Careful, girl,” I whisper. “Can’t be too loud or you’ll give us away.”

She bites her lip. “Sorry. I’m trying.”

“I know you are.” I press two fingers inside of her again and stand. “Frankly, I don’t give a fuck about this movie. I’d take this pussy over a paycheck any day.”

I kiss her and she moans into my kiss as my fingers bury inside of her again. She doesn’t seem to mind her own taste on my lips and that just makes me so fucking hard I can barely stand it. I know I can’t take it anymore.

I pull back, grab her hips, and turn her around. She knows what I want. She puts her hands flat on the wall and spreads her legs wide as I pull my boxer briefs off, revealing my thick, hard cock.

“Oh,” she says, eyes wide, looking over her shoulder.

“You were right. We’ve both grown.” I grin and stroke my massive cock for her. “Think you’re ready for this?”

She nods her head once, eyes still wide. “Please,” she whispers.

I grab her hair in my fist and press my cock against her pussy, slowly teasing her. I slide myself inside, letting her soaking spot ease me in. She gasps as I fill her, and I work myself deep in there, gathering up her juices and pushing deeper and deeper.

Soon, she’s totally full. I unclip her bra in one easy motion and feel her breasts with both hands as I slowly slide myself back out.

“Oh god, Jackson,” she whispers. “I always thought… I always wondered…”

“What it would be like to take my big fucking cock in your tight little cunt?”

I smirk at her as she nods. “I wasn’t going to use those words though.”

“Don’t be fucking shy, girl.” I slide myself inside of her again, this time harder, a little faster. She gasps and I grab one wrist, pinning it behind her back. “You’re all mine right now.”

I push her against the wall, flattening her there, as I start to fuck her. She takes my big dick deep inside her pussy as I pump into her, losing my fucking mind with the pleasure of fucking her tight cunt. It’s unreal and incredible, the culmination of years of daydreams and jerkoff sessions. I won’t pretend like I haven’t gotten off thinking about this pussy before.

And it exceeds all of my expectations. She’s so fucking soft, warm, slick, and tight, and she takes me like a fucking champ. Her moans are soft but strangled as she’s trying to keep herself quiet. She doesn’t want to get caught, and that just turns me on more.

I start to fuck her faster. I slap that ass hard and she gasps, taking me deep between her legs. I can feel her quiver as I thrust into her tight pussy, tearing her to pieces, but I can’t hold back. I can’t hold anything back in this moment.

I slap her ass again and pull her hair. We’re both sweating, fucking feverishly. She works her ass back against me and I let her take the lead as she slides along my big dick.

I release her wrist and she braces herself against the wall again, pumping herself back. I tease her nipples and feel her thick breasts as she presses back against me.

“That’s right, girl, ride my cock. Let me fucking split you open until you come on my big dick. This is what you’ve been wanting, isn’t it?” I pull her hair, making her gasp.

“Yes,” she moans. “For fucking years.” She punctuates that by slamming back against me. “Ever since you disappeared.” She slams back harder. “Ever since you left.” She pushes harder and harder. I groan loudly and slam her ass, not able to take it anymore.

I grab her hips and fuck her. I fuck her the way she needs to be fucked, rough and deep and without mercy. She takes it, working her back and taking my cock deep. We’re in a frenzy, sweating and fucking, and pleasure explodes through my body. Her thick ass presses against me and her moans get louder, out of control.

She comes hard then. I can feel it deep inside her pussy, her whole body responding as the orgasm rips her to pieces. I grunt and groan, not letting up, sailing on the fucking precipice. And just as she peaks, I explode inside of her.

I fill that tight pussy up and it feels like every bit of cum drains from me. I come in deep, thick spurts inside of her, and we’re both sweating, exhausted, but smiling like crazy as we collapse onto the floor together.

I wrap my big arms around her small body as I pull her close against me. I’m breathing deeper and buzzing with pure pleasure. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before, maybe with her back in the day, but not like this exactly. We didn’t fuck back then, just fooled around with other stuff.

But this, this was something next level, something incredible. This is what I’ve needed, what I’ve dreamed about. Her pussy feels like coming home, and I know I need more.

I need much, much more.