Then I could feel his hands grabbing my panties. And I heard a tearing sound. I felt my underwear ripping apart, ripping off. Oh my god, I felt so exposed. I felt his tongue following down from the small of my back to the crevice of my ass.
He then lurched forward and pushed his face between my cheeks, licking my asshole like it was ice cream.
“Oh my god!” I shouted, unable to keep standing. His tongue lavishing my tight asshole was an extraordinary sensation. My knees wanted to buckle as he kept giving me so much pleasure. I had never had anyone eat my ass out before.
My face was pressed against the wall, unable to breathe, as the feeling was too amazing. My pussy was pulsing. Moist. I wanted his dick inside me.
I felt his fingers find their way into my cunt, his tongue still licking my ass. The fingers inched their way inside and finger-fucked me so good.
My hands, they needed to do something. I needed to escape this powerful pleasurable feeling. I bent my arm back and felt his cock pushing up against his jeans, trying my best to unzip it and pull it out.
Finally, he relinquished his grip, turned me around, and pushed me down. I knelt on the floor of the trailer and took his massive cock out of his jeans, hungrily taking him into my mouth.
Jesus, this guy was hung. Thick as a cucumber too and pulsing with veins. My tongue was dripping like a dog. Thirsty for cum. Salivating to taste Henry’s seed. Having learned from when I gagged on Michael’s dick, I adjusted the angle I was at and swallowed so much of Henry that my tongue could lick his balls. He held my face down there for so long that a moment longer and I probably would have blacked out, but I loved every second of it.
“Oh god,” he exclaimed, pulling my face away from his dick. “C’mon, climb up,” he said, lifting me up by my ass. Jesus, he was actually lifting me off the ground with his muscled arms. He smiled up at me, letting me know it was okay, and then lowering me down ever so slowly upon his fleshy throne.
He stood balancing me with just his arms and his cock. My pussy screamed with electricity as he penetrated me. His throbbing sword stabbed my womb, and I felt like he was inside my stomach. My ass bounced up and down as his balls made a slapping sound.
“Holy shit!” I shouted with my hand on the glass window, trying to hold on for balance. My pussy struggled with his size, unable to fully swallow it. There was no time for me to adjust, he was penetrating me so hard and so fast. It was a powerful feeling. My young tight cunt already dripping with my arousal. He was stretching me so wide but he didn’t care. He knew I could handle it. And he was right. I wanted this so bad.
“You ain’t seen anything yet, Jane, put your arms around my neck,” he suggested.
And I did. Because I wanted to be fucked good. I wanted to know what I had been missing with the other guys I had been with.
My hands clutched around his neck like I was on a motorcycle and he rammed his cock into me. I bounced up and down screaming like an animal.
God, it felt so good! As I bounced up, he pushed my body back down, wanting to feel every inch of his cock swallowed up by my salivating cunt again and again.
A surge of pleasured powered through me. I wanted to ride him forever as he thrashed my pussy. Damaged it, tore it up, fucked me so hard that I wasn’t going to be able to walk tomorrow. That’s what I wanted and he gave it to me.
I closed my eyes, thinking about sharing my body with two men. Michael behind me, standing up, thrusting his cock in my ass as Henry fucked my cunt until he was balls deep inside me with his massive horse cock.
It made me clench up with passion and lust. I wanted them both together just for this one night. I wanted to gag on Henry’s dick while Michael pulled my hair like he did on the beach. I wanted them to treat me like a dirty girl, like their cum dumpster.
I kissed Henry as I rode him, sticking my tongue down into his throat and running a hand through his short wavy hair.
Henry’s arm strength was incredible as he kept drilling into me, but then he changed it up. Raising me further up so that my legs were resting over his shoulders and my pink pussy was smack dab in front of his face.
“I want to eat this cunt,” he moaned, flicking his tongue over my red clit.
I was shaking from the shocking pleasure. Oh god, every woman should experience this. Every lick was like I was being born again. My body was convulsing. It felt like I was coming every second into his mouth. It felt so good. I grabbed the top of his head and pushed it further into my dripping cunt, wanting to feel him really go at it. I didn’t want him to breathe either, just as he’d done to me. My devilish side really came out during sex.
“Oh fuck!” I shouted, coming so hard I knew I couldn’t come again. “Come here, put that dick in my mouth,” I said and he smiled, obliging.
He brought me down to the floor and I sucked his cock, licking the head and shaft. Then I wanted it back in me.
I pulled him down on top of me on the bed, and his cock slid back into my pussy like a hand inside a glove.
“Oh, Henry,” I moaned, touching his muscled chest as he fucked me in this luxurious trailer somewhere in Texas. Gee, my life had really taken a turn somewhere, hadn’t it. I was now the envy of a million girls. Follow your dreams, girls, you never know where it’s going to get you or who you’ll get to have sex with.
He pushed and pushed. I could feel his balls against the bottom of my pussy as his cock pushed into me. He loved to touch my breasts as he fucked me and I loved to touch his body as he did.
I moaned as I could feel another orgasm coming. Rupturing in me like a massive balloon.
As Henry fucked me, he began rubbing my clit. The man loved to multitask and he did it exceptionally well.
I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he kissed me. His thumb rubbing my clit. That thick cock of his deep inside me. I just wanted him inside me and didn’t want to let go of him.
“I’m coming, don’t stop,” I said, closing my eyes. The climaxing sensation was rising within me. His thrusting sped up, as did his clit rubbing.
“Oh god!” I shouted as I climaxed and he pulled out to cum on my stomach.
“Oh, god, that felt so damn good!” I shouted.
“Anyone who’s outside knows for sure we’re fucking now.” Henry laughed.
I laughed with him as I tasted his cum and stroked the last beads of his seed out of his cock.
“Why are you so amazing?” I asked him.
“Why are you?” he asked me back.
I smiled. “I don’t know, but let’s head into the shower.”
We took turns washing each other’s bodies. I laughed as he washed his own seed off my chest and I washed his butt fairly thoroughly.
I was so happy with him. I just hoped it would last.
After the shower, I laid on the bed with him. His hand was light on my stomach as he cuddled me, deep in sleep.
It was the first time in my life that I felt loved. And protected. Genuinely protected. There was someone who would catch me if I fell… I turned my head to watch him breathing. He didn’t realize how gorgeous he was, but I did.
And I was lucky to be with him.
I’d come so far from my tiny little city of Camden and had even met up with such an amazing guy. The day had been crazy, from my first movie scene to almost dying to having sex with a glorious man like Henry.
I went to sleep content with my life.
The next morning I woke up and made breakfast for him as a way of saying thanks and he made coffee for me. Nice and sweet with a lot of milk, it was perfect. Just like him.
The chapter of lonely Jane was finally closed. I clinked my coffee cup with Henry, happy that I could be with him.
Owned Heart - Book 3
It had been three months since we’d started making my first movie.
My first movie. I couldn’t believe it. It was like I’d rolled some dice and got chosen as a princess. Or at least that’s what the magazines want you to believe. In fact, it had been hard. Sure, it wasn’t not cleaning toi
lets (eww) or being a proctologist (double eww), but it was work, dammit. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’d gotten my first gray hair already from the stress of working with a director who could sometimes be a little difficult or an actor who took his role of being an abusive husband a little too far. Maybe he should quit Hollywood and become a proctologist. That’d be a good fit. He was a giant asshole, he should know what it was like to have to see one every day.
I gripped the armrests of the cushioned red seats as the crew came into the movie theater. It had been rented just for us, the workers on the movie set. I watched the main doors, looking for any sight of Henry or Michael with no luck.
With wave after wave, I greeted the cinematographer and clothing designer, and even my assistant, Katie, but no Henry or … Wait.
There he was.
Pushing open the doors, Henry walked down the aisle between the rows upon rows of pristine seats. His white shirt was casual but sexy. It was a button down and he’d left the top button open so I could see a little curl of his hair dangling down like that Superman guy. He looked real hot.
“Hey, Jane.” He smiled at me. Katie was behind me. Being my assistant and all, she probably knew what was going on between us. I didn’t want the entire crew to know though, so I gave him a simple hug. A friendly gesture. What I wanted to do was kiss him and grab his butt. That would certainly be a type of gesture. The type that landed me on TMZ.
“Hey, Henry, weather good?” I asked him.
“Yeah, it’s fine. A little hot,” he said as he took a seat. What a dumb question, Jane. Weather good? What am I, some cave girl that can’t use complete sentences? Water cold. Henry sexy. Jane dumb.
He moved towards me pulling his hand out of his pocket. “I got you something.” His face was beaming with a big cute smile.
“What, what?” I asked, unable to control myself.
In his hand were two white tickets. “I got you two tickets to Hamilton.”
“What?!” I shouted, freaking out in my chair. I had been wanting to see the musical for months and months, I was so excited. “How?! I thought they were sold out for like the whole year.”
“I have some friends on Broadway,” he said with a smile. “It wasn’t cheap, I’ll tell you that.”
“Yeah, they’re front row, I bet they were expensive.”
“It was, but it was worth it. I wanted to show you I’m thinking about you and I care about you,” he said. His face was soft and warm with genuine emotion. I immediately embraced him, showing my gratitude for such an act.
“Thank you,” I said.
We were positioned in the center of the theater, getting the best seats as we were the leads.
“Are you nervous?” he asked me.
“First time,” I said.
“It’ll be fine. Don’t worry,” he said.
“Oh shit,” Katie said over my shoulder.
“What is it?” I asked, turning around to her.
She held a finger against her lips. “It’s Michael. He has a black eye.”
The surprise in my voice bounced in my throat like a tennis ball. “What? Where?”
“Shh, he’s coming down,” she said. The crew fell into their seats, still as statues. Nobody wanted to risk catching Michael’s ire. He was easily irritated. Like a newborn baby with clothing was made out of sandpaper.
I glimpsed Michael walking down the aisle to the front of the theater with the pearly white movie screen behind him. There was no joy in his step; his shoulders were arched up against his ears, trying to bury his face into his chest like a turtle but it wasn’t going to work.
Henry and I exchanged looks, shocked as ever. Michael stared at his feet as silence but the bruise was visible in all it’s dark blue-purplish glory. His hair was disheveled like trampled grass. Even his buttoned down shirt looked over two days worn, badly wrinkled up and down.
“So…” he started, clearing his craggy throat. It sounded like his voice had gone out, maybe in a shouting match. Who punched him? Someone on the crew?
“Okay, we’re gonna watch some scenes from the movie,” he said “As we need to review the work we did. I think we’ve done some good work.” He looked out over the crowd, even catching my eye. He looked ashamed, like a dog with a broken leg, whimpering away from me. I wanted to offer a hand to him but he was out there standing in front of a hundred members from the crew.
“So as you watch the movie, look at how the characters are developing, see the flow. If there’s any work to be done, just let me know. I’ll be sitting over here in the front.” He took a seat at the front of the theater, surrounded by nothing but empty seats.
As the ceiling lights dimmed down, I looked around for any sign of Rachel, the girl that had been hanging on Michael’s arm every minute we were in Texas, but I couldn’t find her.
Henry looked at me and gave me a smile. It was his way of telling me it was going to be okay. Maybe it was going to be okay.
The movie shined brightly on the screen and I immediately cringed as I saw the first sight of my face. There I was as Emily in the trailer in Texas. I remember everything about that day. The thick musty heat of the desert and my skin, dry from the sand grazing against me. I grabbed the armrests tighter, sinking back into my seat as I saw Morgan as Bruce towering over me on the screen like some kind of phantom. A nightmare that I just couldn’t unsee. Or unfeel.
Henry noticed something was wrong. He leaned over and whispered into my ear. “Are you all right?”
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My throat wouldn’t open.
“It’s just a movie, breathe, Jane,” he softly suggested.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch Morgan beat me up on screen. The experience would have just taken me back to that moment and all the trauma that came with it. It didn’t help that my abusive ex-boyfriend, Jake, had also confronted me in a trailer in Texas and tried to kill me, or rape me. Or both. Thankfully he had been stopped by Henry and taken away in cuffs.
“It’s okay, Jane,” Henry said to me again.
The screen called for my attention. The temporary sound track was hollow, unfinished, but it stung in my ears. I looked up and the scene had finished. The movie had cut to me and Henry as Donny, meeting each other for the first time.
My blood pressure dropped. I cooled off like a cube of ice. Aah, that felt good. A change of scenery and I got to see my man on screen.
There was a part of me that felt like some imposter. As if I’d crawled into somebody else’s body and was puppeteering them on the screen. It didn’t look like me with all the makeup caked on my face and my hair styled by Hollywood professionals, and my clothing picked out of an endless row of high quality garments. I’d never had that kind of luxury. I was used to wearing the same flight attendant uniform every day.
I still wasn’t sure how I would fit into the industry, or even if I could finish the movie and bring justice to the story. Oh, boy, there went my blood pressure, rising again. The heels of my feet are raised off the ground as I’m anxious, pushing my toes down into the ground, wanting to cringe away into another existence.
Who was I to sit here? I didn’t have any acting experience. I could direct people on an airplane to the bathroom, that was it. That was my skill, the thing I trained for.
“You’re so natural,” Henry whispered.
I felt heat in my cheeks as I blushed, surprised Henry could pay such a comment to me.
“You too.” My stomach tingled with little butterflies. Nervous yet happy as I still had to sit through another forty minutes of this film before we left to finish it in Miami.
Maybe Henry was right. Michael was a tough director to work with, but clearly he wasn’t wrong. So far the movie worked. My character escaped her abusive husband and found comfort at the local bar where she met a millionaire who was trying his best to help people. Henry’s character took Emily around the country as he tried to bring some good into the world, and at the same time, was slowly falling in love.
; I thought it worked. It felt like a real movie. Michael always talked about the small details, having us reflect on those most honest parts of ourselves and bringing that into the character. Some other directors had even tried to copy his methods of pushing his actors a little too hard but they didn’t have the same success that he’d had on his first film.
Yes, it was certainly a possibility that he pushed us a little too far but it was hard to say if that was wrong or abnormal as this was my first experience on any kind of film set. There was that one time Jake wanted to film us having sex. That was weird. I have enough anxiety looking at childhood pictures of myself. Naked pictures of my adult body… Yeah, I don’t need those to exist. Except they totally do. On Michael’s phone. Crap.
As the first half of the film ended, a still image of my face faded to black and the theater filled slowly with light.
I shot out a tightly held gust of air in relief. My muscles relaxed and my feet planted down on the ground.
Michael stood up from his seat and headed to the front of the theater to address the crew. The entrance doors opened and the white light from the lobby flooded down the aisles like cold water. Everyone whipped around to see who it was.
They were hiding behind bulbous-eyed glasses and a baseball hat pulled down to their eyebrows, it was hard to make out anything but the fact that it was a woman. Henry looked at me, equally confused. Michael didn’t say anything. He just stared at the woman.
As the woman grabbed the furthest seat in the back, I could make out her hourglass silhouette. All hips and chest.
For sure that was Rachel. It had to be.
I could hear Katie leaning behind me. “Someone at the hotel said they heard Michael and Rachel arguing last night at 4 a.m.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah, that’s why he has the black eye,” she said.
Henry’s attention was piqued.
“You’re saying Rachel punched him in the face?” he whispered.
“I don’t know,” Katie said before recoiling back into her chair.
As Michael stood at the front like a lonely soldier, he caught snippets of laughter.
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