Stunt: Hollywood Bad Boy Romance

by Savannah May

  “I want them naked and bouncing in front of me immediately,” I order her.

  I love the way she pinkens across her cheeks when I issue an order. But she immediately complies with what I tell her. She slides the shirt off her shoulders then unhooks her bra so her tits fall free. The perfect fistful, they sway in front of me until I can't prevent myself from leaning forward to suck one then the other into my mouth. Digging my tongue into her wide aureole until the nipple springs hard.

  She undoes the buttons on my shirt and pushes it back over my biceps. Her eyes glisten as she casts them across me. I can tell she loves the sight of my solid rips of muscle, because of how writhes her pussy on my thigh. Making my pant leg damp and my shaft clamor to be buried inside her tightness.

  Fuck. The first time is gonna be fast. And hard.

  “Panties,” I order her.

  This time instead of complying she flutters her pretty lashes at me then pulls herself up to standing. She pulls her panties to one side to show me her glistening wet slit. Then trails her fingers the length of her, scooping up her juices. Instead of removing them, she folds and slides down my legs. One hand unzips to free my cock then the other covers its fat length with her creamy sweetness.

  A spasm travels up my body making my abs quake as she slides her hand up and down my shaft. Then holding the skin just taut with both hands, she circles the tip of her tongue around the slit at the tip, licking up our mix of juices. Warm red light radiates from my cock up to my brain then ignites as she drops her enveloped lips down my length all the way to the hilt.

  My sponge head blasts when it hits the back of her throat. And then she sends me to the edge of sanity, doing some kind of swallow action that compresses her windpipe around the sensitive tip.

  “Jesus, fuck, Jenna,” I moan, my thighs wobbling with the rising climax. “I need to be inside your pussy.”

  “Soon,” she says, with her lips moving against the hole on the end of my dick. “Soon, Sir.”

  When she slides down me again, raking up my skin with her teeth, I last maybe three more strokes before I lose my load into the back of her throat. She holds me deep inside her and milks me harder with that pulsation in her larynx, dragging spasms of aftershock from me until I'm her ragdoll.

  I fall back on the real fur bed as she licks me clean. Then I pull her onto me, her tits jiggling as she flies through the air and comes to rest on my chest where I like her.

  “Don't think I'm done with you, bad girl,” I growl into her hair. “I am going to fuck that tight wet pussy of yours until you curl up and beg me to stop. And then I'm gonna fuck you again.”

  She giggles with sexy delight and scrapes her fingers across my abs. A second later, I recall where we are, which set we've busted onto and are currently squatted on like a pair of outlaws on the run. My cock start filling eagerly and I hear her gasp of surprise and it stands up and grazes the sides of her circling fingers.

  “Is that for me?” she purrs.

  Jenna

  Ohmigod, he's already up for it again. The man is not only a work of art but a supersonic bundle of energy that needs no rest.

  “I thought I told you to take those panties off,” he growls across the top of my head. His fingers twining around my hair until he reaches the roots and stretches them to the point of pain.

  I start to shove the underwear down my legs but Truan shifts and pulls us up off the bed.

  “Too late,” he barks. “You had the chance to do as you were told. Now I need you to learn to follow my instructions.”

  I shudder and his eyes hood with lust as my full breasts wobble for him. He reaches out to pinch the tip of one, imparting just enough pain to make me mewl in surprise. My clit is swollen and pressing against the soaked fabric of my underwear.

  I'd like nothing more than to strip out of them and open my legs for him. But Truan has other ideas.

  He turns up the light beside the bed and I'm finally able to take in where we are. Holy shit.

  “Is this?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  I almost want to take a tour around the most famous bedroom in the entire world but Truan leads me to one side and I'm shivering with anticipation. My breasts lift higher as he pulls me toward the wall and my nipples peak hard with eager lust.

  “Ohmigod,” I breathe when I observe the shackles hanging on the wall above my head.

  My clit pulses with tugs of need. Having Truan's cock in my mouth has made me so hot for more I can hardly breathe. I need him to stretch me open for him again and hold me tight to his chest as I'm sitting with his cock buried inside me, up to the balls I just took inside my mouth.

  I have never sucked on a nut before but it was enthralling to observe the reaction of tremors and groans I was gifted from him when I sucked his sack into my mouth. Each new experience with Truan makes me certain I'm falling in love with him.

  I can't help but smile as he raises my arms high over my head and lets out a huff as my breasts lift toward his mouth. He licks each tip long and firm then locks my wrists into the handcuffs.

  “I hope you know where the keys to these are,” I laugh nervously.

  “You'll have to wait to find out,” he tells me. “I think the set designer comes back Tuesday. You may be locked in here until then.”

  “You aren’t serious,” I squeak. “Anyone could come in and find me.”

  His mouth turns up in the asymmetrical grin I love. I have to acknowledge that my clit twitches hungrily with the idea of being found naked by random strangers on this soon to be famous Hollywood set. I don't know whether he's serious. I don't know how much he's going to hurt me. I don't know much of anything but I'm avid with hunger to find out.

  “You'd like that wouldn't you?” he asks as he crosses to the shallow cupboards lining another wall and selects a couple of gadgets, or implements, whatever they’re called.

  My legs tremble as he walks back toward me.

  “Men coming in here to look at your body? Admire it. Love it.”

  I gasp and feel the heat rush to my cheeks. And then my thighs. I shake my head no. He wouldn't really.

  Oh fuck what if they arrest him again and he doesn't tell them I'm in here.

  “Yes. You want to be noticed and adored. You want men looking at you and wanting you.”

  I open my mouth to tell him 'not like that' but inhale a chirrup as he attaches a clamp to my nipple. The pain is intense as first. Then like his slaps, infuses delicious sparks through every cell. He repeats with the other side and steps back to admire his work.

  “Look at me,” he orders when my eyes turn down. No one has ever gazed upon me like this. I was adamant I'd never take my clothes off for the camera but what he's suggesting is enthralling. My clit is pulling and straining in agony for his fingers.

  For his huge cock filling me.

  “What do you want?”

  “I want you,” I immediately reply.

  “And who else?”

  “Nobody else, Sir. Only you.”

  He grins, satisfied.

  “And would you please take my panties off now, Sir.”

  I am rewarded by his dick lifting strong, engorged with hunger. He yanks the soaked fabric down my thighs and his eyes hood as he gazes upon my exposed, bare naked clit. Kept pristine with hugely expensive Hollywood waxings that now seem worth going without food for.

  “I'm going to fuck you, Jenna.”

  “Please,” I moan.

  “While you're shackled to the wall, I'm going to slide my cock all the way inside you.”

  The air against my pussy is sending whirls of desperate desire through my core. I try to open my legs so he can look at my pussy mouth and be driven to fuck me right now. But he left the panties around my knees as bondage.

  I cannot move without his permission. My breath is ragged and erratic. I labor for air as I writhe whatever movements I can to ease the need pressing at my core. Oh god, please. Take me now.

  “Fuck me. I need your huge cock fil
ling me.”

  I wriggle and shake until my panties drop to my ankles and I step out of them.

  He pretends to be outraged by my audacity at taking what I want.

  “You just earned yourself a serious spanking,” he burrs, low and raw.

  When I open my legs wide enough that my entrance is stretched glistening for him, Truan loses all self control. His torso covers my heaving tits as he clasps his heavy hands around my shackled wrists. He lowers his thighs so that his head finds my entrance.

  “So fucking wet,” he groans.

  “Please,” I whine as his cock thrusts all the way into my tunnel sending a convulsion of connection out the top of my head.

  I arch my back hard so Truan can fuck me, slamming his dick the length of me as he tweaks the nipple clamps just enough to make me scream for more. His mouth comes down to claim mine as his final thrusts send me shattering into an other-world climax.

  ChapterTWENTY

  I am sprawled limbless with the sleekest softest fur caressing my curves underneath, rock hard ridges and rolling muscle above. Truan has me caged inside his powerful arm and thigh. Those limbs thrown over my body as he curls a tendril of my hair round and round his thick finger. He's already told me to gather my strength because he's far from done with me.

  “I can't believe I'm Mr Grey's real bedroom,” I purr, wriggling my butt against the fur bed.

  “Movie set, not real. And get that Mister Grey douche out of your head.”

  “You can't be jealous of my book boyfriend,” I squeal.

  “I don't want you thinking about any man but me, real or imaginary.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I say, knowing what that word does to him.

  “I'm going to fill you up and fill myself with a stack of sensory images so I can carry you with me wherever I am.”

  I clung to him when he said that. Fearful suddenly of him leaving me. Not abandoning me for someone else or losing interest, the actual physical removal of him from my side by terrible unjust force.

  Please don't leave me. I want to mewl those desperate words but keep quiet. This moment is glorious and I won't shatter it.

  “You never gave up on me,” I say, even though that also has a ring of goodbye to it. “After all the stuff I put you through.”

  “Didn't I once tell you you were it for me? I meant it. Always and forever no matter what happens. You're the only girl I'll ever love.”

  I want to promise I'll wait for him. Always and forever. Instead I continue to deny what's coming.

  “Why do you allow Knox to keep doing this to you?” I have to know. “Are you as dazzled by celebrity as the rest of us?”

  Truan laughs ironically and rolls onto his back, lifting me with him so I'm lying in the deep hollow at his shoulder carved by a set of impressive muscles. I trail my index finger around his intricate ink and along his carving.

  “I knew him before he was any kind of famous.”

  “So why, then?”

  “Maybe I feel that who he turned into is kinda my fault. I never called him out on his shit when I was the only one who saw it.” He smiles bitterly. “Got me into a ton of shit over the years.”

  He pulls me in tight to keep me warm and tugs the fur from the side of the bed to wrap across me. I'm not shivering from cold. Not when the heat pouring from him lights me up just lying here talking. But I recall Celia's words about how many times he's been in trouble. It occurs to me I'm in love with a criminal. Not what I had in mind when I came to Hollywood.

  But I don't give two shits. I know the real Truan no matter what any laws say and he's the only one for me too.

  “You were in jail before?”

  “Rumors fly fast.”

  “I love you Truan. I don't care what happened before.”

  He tips my chin up to claim my mouth in his strong lips, biting just hard enough along my lower lip before breaking away, leaving me panting for more. I throw my leg around his and slide his thigh against my open slickness. His dick is already filling and swelling, inflaming me with its perfect power and beauty.

  “I need you inside me again,” I moan and he quickly obliges, sliding his wide rod all the way into me, then pulling me up until I straddle him, impaled on his cock.

  He allows me that moment of intense fullness, his girth stretching me open again as his head grinds against my cervix. He gives himself that moment of drinking in my swaying tits, my hard pink clit and his dick buried inside my pussy. Then he rolls me over and claims me as he promised. Hard and very fast.

  I was limbless before, now I'm without skin. Every part of me body in a limp state of bliss.

  “He planted those photos in your room, didn't he?” I murmur as Truan rubs circles around my nipple with his thumb bulb.

  “Like he stashes his drugs and booze in my dressing room. It's kind of my curse for having the same face.”

  “You take the shit for his crimes?”

  “I do now. Not the first time, that was all me. But once you're tainted by criminal fucking justice, they never really take the invisible shackles off.”

  “So every time he does something, they assume it's you?”

  “He's got the celebrity shit going on, the studio taking care of him.”

  “What happened the first time?” I don't care what it is but I need to know.

  Truan holds me fast to him but he knows I'm not going to balk at whatever he tells me. Underneath he's nothing but a good guy.

  “I went to a dive bar feeling sorry for myself. The kind of place no one would mistake me for a douche movie star. But some redneck started in on the pretty boy and rather than show him how pretty boys mess up assholes, I slid out the back. There in the alley, yet another shitbag was roughing up some girl so I let him have it. Full force of my pent up rage which was severe back then.”

  “You can't resist being the knight in shining armor rescuing maidens.”

  “I can't resist when it comes to you. No one gets to hurt you.”

  “But how did you end up in jail for being the good guy?”

  “The girlfriend turned tail and went back for more. She told the cops it was me that started it all. That the boyfriend had been the rescuer when I attacked her.”

  “And they believed her?”

  “It got worse. Like some bad film script. The dude brought assault charges on me. He showed up with some fancy lawyer and they managed to stick drug charges on me that should have been on his jacket. Fucking lawyers. I didn’t have one. I was looking at five to ten according to the pimply, teenage public defender.”

  “And that was when Knox bailed you out?”

  “Eventually. I used my one phone call to reach Knox but it went to voice mail and I was sent down. It was almost a month before he showed up.”

  Truan seems to travel back in time, remembering Knox's lax behavior, as he manipulated the situation to strap Truan to him. He continues telling me the story.

  “Knox said, 'Dude why didn't you call my assistant?' with that blame inflexion he rocks.”

  I know that tone well.

  “'I dunno', I said, 'I thought you might answer your phone to me. Your oldest buddy and shit.'

  'My assistant takes care of my phone when I'm indisposed.'

  “Yeah and she didn't answer last time I called because he'd done something vile that made her ditch him. 'I can get you out of here,' he promised me, dangling a cherry. 'My lawyer's a pal of the judge but you gotta do something for me.'”

  “Oh god.” I wish I had something more useful to say. Instead I press my lips to his hard chest.

  “When he said he needed me to be his stand in as well as covering his stunts, I didn't think too much of it. Every actor has some schmuck to do the boring work of hanging around for hours, while they set up the lights and line up the camera angles while they screw starlets in their luxury trailer. It was only later that I found out I was standing in for another of his sexual misdemeanors, so that the studio wouldn’t boot his ass.”

  “And y
ou didn't complain?” I whisper.

  “Sure, I told him to shove it. But he had me in a choke hold and he knew it. He said, 'Dude, the deal was that you stand in for me. That was why I got you out of prison time.' Acting like he's the best bud a man ever had, like we're those two dudes out of Shawshank or some shit.”

  “True, you in there, Bro,” we're interrupted by a squeaky harsh whisper from the other side of the door followed by some ferocious knocking.

  Truan tugs the luscious fur around me so no one can gaze on my body. We meet smiles in amusement at Jake's high pitched voice, completely unexpected in his hulking frame.

  “You gotta get out here, Dude. The whole place has gone to shit. They're looking for you everywhere.”

  My breath hitches and I grab Truan's shoulders, trying to merge him to me and hide inside my body. So he won't leave. He disentangles and kisses the tip of my nose before going to the door stark naked. He pulls it open to talk to Jake and I stare at his impossible perfection. The tattoo covering one side of his back snaking down to one hard round butt cheek. I don't know how I'll survive without him beside me every day.

  Is this it? Am I about to lose him when we've only just cemented our connection?

  I hear the word 'cops' and I'm already up looking for my clothes, determined to stay with him until the last possible moment.

  “Jenna, stay here,” he tells me when he closes the door on Jake. I know he doesn't want me witnessing this but he has no one else and I want to be with him to the end.

  I stand up from bending over and meet his hungry gaze. His dick is hard again just looking at me, bent to pick up my discarded bra. I love how he can't ever get enough of me. The moment after his climax when he's humming with satiation, he already wants me all over again.

  “I want to come,” I whisper, looking up pleadingly from under my eyelashes. Glad now those long insect legs are still attached, giving me a provocative plead he can't refuse.

  He growls an animalistic sound.

  “I'm not above ignoring the real world and fucking your sweet pussy again,” he bites, striding across the room to pull me to him.

  He puts my clothes on me reluctantly. I too wish we could lock the door and never come out of the fantasy.