Page 41 of Sweet Shots

Maybe I can beg him to edit the video and cut out two of those orgasms? At least the first one. But cleaning up my cum from the bed was hot, and I bet a lot of people would like that. It had to have come from somewhere… can he add other stuff in the middle of that, so it doesn’t seem so soon? I’d have to look at the video to see. It’s my only chance at redeeming myself. I should also apologize for the whole thing. I’m sure his fans expect him to be with better guys; ones who can keep their shit together.

Okay, yeah. So, an apology. That’s what I need to do. I’ll go over there and apologize.

My phone buzzes, the sound coming from somewhere on my bed. I dig through the blankets, trying to find where it is, and eventually get it untangled and answer.

“Why do you sound half asleep? It’s nearly twelve.” Zach gasps. “What’s wrong? Why are you still sleeping? Are you sick?”

“I’m not sick. Calm down.”

“Then what’s going on? This isn’t like you.”

“I’m fine. Just having a lazy day.”

“Mikah Reed doesn’t do lazy days.”

I stare up at my ceiling, wondering how much I want to tell him. If anything at all. Maybe I should tell him everything. He is my best friend, after all.

“Okay, so you know my asshole neighbor?”

“The hot porn star? Yeah, I know him just not as well as I wish I did.”

I roll my eyes. “Way to be subtle. Anyway, we recorded that video last night, and I made a complete fool of myself. So excuse me for wanting to take a personal day.”

“Fool of yourself… how?” he asks carefully.

I sigh heavily. “I came way too fast.”

“Oh… well, yeah. You’re not supposed to do that.”

“Thanks, jackass. Like I don’t know how to make videos?”

“Aren’t you able to like control that or something?”

“I mean, kind of. When you do it so much and for so long, you get better control of yourself, but I don’t usually work with other people. And I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but the guy is gorgeous. And he was being all dominant, and it really turned me on.”

Zach is laughing, but I can tell by the muffled sound he’s trying to make it unheard. It’s not working.

“Thanks for the support,” I mutter.

“I’m sorry! It’s just…” He clears his throat. “Never mind. So, coming too quickly can’t be that bad. I mean, you could just make another video and ask him to use that one.”

“Oh no. No way.”

“Why not?”

I chew on my lip. May as well tell him the rest of it.

“The video couldn’t have been more than a half hour, and he made me come three times.”

“Three times!” he shouts. “Are you kidding?”

“No, Zach,” I grit out. “I’m not kidding. There is no way I can make another video with him because what if it happensagain? Then he’ll definitely think I’m pathetic, or worse—think I’m obsessed with him or something.”

“He’s not a bad guy to be obsessed with.”

“Of course he is. He’s a porn star. He fucks everyone.”

“Yeah, but I mean plenty of them are married and have normal lives.”

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