Page 57 of The Actor: Harrison

Iam the one who shares a bed with him, not her, and all the eye-fucking she gave him did nothing to use up the lust he was reserving forme. That is a major turn-on. Like he can’t survive without sinking between my thighs and it’s a powerful feeling that fills my chest.

“Let’s remove these short and see if I can convince you even better,” he growls in my ear and I scramble to drop my pants and panties, followed by my tank top and bra.

I watch Harrison moving the fruit from the bed and taking off his shirt. He is absolute perfection and should be illegal. How can a woman think straight when he looks like he can give you the time of your life again and again and again? When he drops his shorts I move closer, ready to kneel in front of his raging erection, but he has other plans.

“On all fours on the bed, facing the window,” he orders, and I feel my lower belly squeeze in a pleasant grip.

I do as I’m told and drop on my hands and knees watching the sea. I watch him grab a pack of condoms and throw it on the bed next to me and then kneel between my thighs.

“Eyes in front of you. Watch the sea, Sienna, enjoy the view.” There is a smirk in his voice that teases my senses.

Watch the sea, is he serious? My vagina is pulsating with need, I don’t want to watch the fucking fish right now!

The first moan escapes my lips when he laps my folds from clit to bum. Holy shit, this feels good. But it doesn’t come a second time. I wriggle my ass, trying to tell him I want a second round of his tongue, but his hands fall hard on my butt-cheek, making me squeal.

“Don’t be so greedy, sweetheart. We have all the time in the world,” he whispers, biting lightly where he just slapped me. There is a mixture of pain and pleasure that runs up my spine and makes me arch my back and groan.

I lower my head and glimpse behind me. He’s laid down on the bed, his head between my thighs. He smirks at me before grabbing my hips and dragging me down toward his mouth. The gesture is so sudden I don’t have the time to say anything, I just groan when his tongue licks my clit with greed. He reaches out one hand while sucking on my clit, making my legs quiver in response, and grabs my nipple with a couple of fingers. He pinches hard enough to be painful but at the same time sends a shot between my thighs.

My pussy clenches, spasming with the impending orgasm, and when it hits me like a wave of the sea in front of me, I let out a low, long moan coming from the deep in my chest. I’ve never come so fast, but Harrison knows how to touch a woman.

I like that about him. He thinks of my pleasure first, then he takes his.

He releases my hips from his grip and I struggle to stay up. My legs can’t handle my own weight after the wave of my orgasm shook me to the core.

I hear the distinctive sound of a condom foil opening, but I don’t have the strength to look back. I feel Harrison’s hand circling my waist, keeping me from falling, when he sinks between my thighs to fuck me from behind.

He plunges in with slow deliberate thrusts, filling me to the brim. I don’t know if I can resist long. I need him to fuck me, to thrust into me like he wants to break me in two.

“Harder, Harrison, please,” I whimper.

He lowers himself over my back, his hot chest pressed against my skin. I feel his hot breath on my ear when he whispers, “As you wish,” before grabbing my hair with one hand and my waist with the other.

He hammers into me, slapping his hips against my ass. He plunges so deep I can feel him in my core, chasing that orgasm that’s eluding him. He thrusts, slaps, pushes me to the bed. My legs give up under me and I end up face down on the mattress.

He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me without rest, making me quiver with pleasure again, clenching my satisfied pussy around his hard shaft. I moan when he uses his knees to push my legs even farther apart and plunges deeper inside me like he’s possessed.

He fucks me hard and good until he comes deep inside me, biting my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. He completely lost it this time, indulging his instincts, removing every restraint he had and fucking like it’s his last day on earth. And I loved it. I love when he completely gives himself to me, whenIam the one who makes someone like him lose his mind.

He tries not to squish me under his weight, but at some point he has to roll onto his side, slipping his erection out of me. I feel the emptiness between my thighs, but I don’t mind.

When I turn around and look at him, I see the smile plastering his face while he tries to catch his breath. As though feeling my eyes on him, he turns his head with a dreamy gaze and a smug smile.

“Was I hard enough for you?”

I laugh. A true belly laugh that makes happiness bubble in my chest. Only Harrison can make it like a challenge.

“I know you can do better,” I tease.

“Oh, really?” There is a provocation in his voice.

I close the distance and peck him on the lips. “We can practice the entire weekend,” I whisper and wink at his mischievous grin.

“I can do that. I will fuck you so hard you’ll need crutches to walk next week.”

I laugh again. How come I laugh so much when I’m with him? My cheeks hurt most of the time. A feeling I don’t want to acknowledge warms my chest.

His smile fades a bit, replaced by a more serious expression. “Listen, I don’t want to ruin this moment, but we should really talk about the money you need to reshoot those scenes.”

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