Page 39 of Crown Jewels
Like today.
I looked down at the pussy swallowing my cock, and tried not to think about Emma sitting at home, waiting for me to come back. Waiting might not be the right word. She was probably waiting to stab me when I walked in the door. But I didn’t care.
She could stab me wherever she wanted. I’d rather be there than here. It was that thought that was making it really hard to stay in character.
“Alright,” The director said. “Flip her over and lift her leg in the air.”
It was time for the deep pounding shot. I grabbed Amber—my co-star’s—hip, rolled her on her side, and lifted her leg up in the air, spreading her thighs wide open. This position was tricky, and not because of the couch arm her hips were propped up on.
It was tricky because it felt fucking fantastic, but I couldn’t slam in balls deep. People wanted to see the penetration, smacking my pelvis up against her would obstruct that view.
When her pussy clamped down around me, it took everything I had to push Emma out of my mind and focus.
Okay, I am a burglar who broke into this house, and decided to fuck the wife in front of her husband. He was currently tied to a chair a few feet away, pretending to be horrified. I had to giveit to him, Kyle was a top tier actor. If he didn’t have such a nice dick, I’d say he was wasting his talent doing porn.
In about two scenes, I’d untie Kyle, make him fuck his wife while I took his ass. And no, it wasn’t gay for pay. I genuinely enjoyed fucking men. I preferred women, but no one could suck a dick like a guy. That was why I got paid the big bucks.
I bet Emma could suck a dick. Sure, I’d have to guide her a bit, and shove my cock down her throat. She was inexperienced and would be nervous, but those full pink lips of hers were meant for sucking.
“Ouch, shit Vahn,” Amber slapped my thigh. “Not so hard.”
Did I slam into her? “My bad.”
I slowed down my pace, and refocused my thoughts.
I’m a burglar, she’s what I’m taking.
I’m a burglar, Emma’s waiting…
Shit no. No Emma. Just my cock going in this pussy. In and out, with long strokes. Spreading her open, making her wet, feeling her come.
While I tear through her virginity and devour her innocence.
“Goddamnit Vahn.” Amber growled, making me realize that I was not only pounding into her, but I had a fistful of her blonde hair twisted in my hand.
“Sorry,” I untangled my hand from her hair and apologized again. “Sorry.”
“Alright people,” the director sighed. “Let’s take ten.”
The production team went off to do various things, grab a snack or drink, while Amber rolled her eyes at me and walked away, probably to get her pussy checked. She was a perfect example of working with someone you didn’t like. Amber had a nice body and a pretty face.
She got me hard. I didn’t do it for her. She liked the pencil pushers and accountants. My abs and well-built physique were the opposite of what she went for.
Not that anyone who watched our movies would know. Amber didn’t work for Behind the Lens, she was signed with another company that we sometimes did collabs with. Those were always done here at our office, where they could make sure their stars were taken care of.
That was one thing Behind the Lens had over other companies. They took care of their people. This was my fourth movie with Amber. Apparently we were a popular pairing. Her husband didn’t like me much, but I suppose I wouldn’t like me either if I were in his shoes.
“Can someone bring me a bottle of water.” Kyle called over his shoulder.
They left him on the chair. Probably because it would take too much time to re-tie him.
I dropped down on the couch and let out a breath, which was when Kyle looked over at me and tipped his chin.
“Hey man. What’s up? You seem kinda off today.”
“I’ll be fine. I just have something on my mind.”
“Uh huh?” He nodded. “Something, or someone?”
