Starlet

by Fiona Davenport

  He doesn’t stop until I’ve come more times than I can count because I’ve long since lost the ability to think straight. I’m a puddle of goo when he climbs up my body and takes my mouth in a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and I kind of like it. After he lifts his head, he cuddles me close and whispers, “Now that we’ve got your punishment out of the way, I’m going to pamper the fuck out of you.”

  “Wait. What?” I sputter, my head tilting back so I can see his face. “We’re not going to have sex?”

  A muscle in his jaw jumps before he answers, “Not yet, baby.”

  “Why? Are you still mad at me?” He doesn’t look angry, but I can’t come up with any other reason for why he doesn’t just take me already.

  “No, I’ve worked through all of that and the only thing I’m feeling right now is a fierce need to sink deep inside you. But your tight little pussy is too sensitive for me to take your cherry right now. No matter how gentle I am, it would still hurt more than it needs to. And your needs come before mine, so we’ll wait.”

  My heart melts at his logic. “I really wish I could think of something bigger than the universe because there’s nothing sexier than a guy who puts his woman first.”

  “I always will, my little starlet,” he promises. Then he spends the next several hours doing exactly what he said he would—pampering the heck out of me. He gently cleans between my legs with a warm washcloth before pulling one of his T-shirts over my head. He gets Italian food for dinner because it’s my favorite, then texts his brother to ask for the name of the movers he’d used for his wife’s stuff when he shanghaied her after they met. He calls them and arranges with them to pack up my stuff and bring it over in the morning before we have to leave for the set. He even orders a crap ton of groceries and toiletries because he wants to make sure he has anything I might want, even though we’ll hardly be home this week since we start shooting tomorrow.

  Through it all, he refuses to let me lift so much as a finger. I can’t remember a time I’ve ever felt so well taken care of. But I would gladly give up all the pampering for the moment that finally comes hours later when we crawl back into his big bed with each other and he asks, “How’s your pussy feel now, baby? You think you’re ready to take me?”

  “Yes. Definitely yes.” Like I’m going to say anything else. I know it’s supposed to hurt, but I can’t wait to feel him inside me.

  “Thank fuck,” he breathes. “Because I’m not sure I can wait another minute to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. I’ve waited years for this moment, but I have no doubt you’re more than worth it.”

  “Waited?” I ask. Does he mean…?

  “Yes, little starlet, I’ve never been with anyone else. I was waiting for the right one.” He kisses both my cheeks, my eyes, nose, and then mouth. “For you.”

  I suddenly appreciate that he didn’t take me earlier. It’s more special this way, separate from my punishment—as sexy as it was. Plus, I feel closer to him after how we spent the evening together. “You don’t need to wait anymore. I’m yours.”

  “Only ever mine,” he growls, lifting the shirt off over my head and leaving me naked since he’d destroyed my panties earlier.

  My gaze rakes down his body as he quickly follows suit and strips out of his clothes. I trail my fingers down his abdomen. “I can’t believe you’re going to be mine.”

  He levers himself over my body and stares down at me. “There’s no ‘going to be’ about it. I’m already yours. Only ever yours.”

  I’m blown away by his admission. Austin is devastatingly attractive. He could have any woman he wants, but he waited for me. I reach up to cradle his face and pull his head closer to whisper against his lips, “I need you. Now, please.”

  His mouth crashes down on mine as his knees nudge my thighs apart. He wedges a hand between us and groans when he finds how wet I already am. I widen my legs when he works a finger into me, and lift my hips when he adds another. “You ready for more, baby?’

  “Yes.” I reach down and wrap my hand around his hard length. “But not your fingers. I want this.”

  “And you’re going to get it.”

  He pulls his fingers out of me and lines himself up so his cock nudges my entrance. “I’m sorry, my little starlet.”

  It’s the only warning I get before he grips my hips and plunges inside me. My eyes fill with tears, but it doesn’t hurt as much as I expected. I shift my hips, trying to get more comfortable and let out a little whimper.

  “Hold still, baby.” Austin wipes my tears away with his thumbs. “Let it pass, and then I’ll more than make up for the pain.”

  He kisses along my jaw line and down my neck, where he sucks at the skin hard enough that I know it’s going to leave a mark. “My first hickey.”

  His cock flexes inside me at my admission, and he growls, “It’d better be.”

  “Of course it is,” I soothe, running my hand down his back.

  “I love the thought of leaving my mark on you for other guys to see almost as much as sinking into your tight, wet heat.”

  I wiggle underneath him and moan at the shock of pleasure that courses through me. “I bet it’ll feel even better when you move.”

  He takes that as his cue to slowly pull out and thrust back inside. “You’d be right.” My pussy flutters, and it makes him groan. “Holy fuck, I don’t think I’m going to be able to last very long. Please, baby. You’ve got to come first.”

  He slips his hand between us and plays with my clit while he continues to pump in and out of me. It isn’t long before I feel my orgasm building. “Oh yes. Just like that. I’m so close.”

  His thrusts pick up speed and it’s like fireworks go off inside my body. As my pussy clenches around him, he plants himself deep and comes with me. I can feel the heat of his release spreading inside me and it sets off another small orgasm. Then he rolls us over so I’m sprawled on top of him while he’s still inside me. “I never should’ve agreed to start shooting tomorrow,” he sighs. “I’d prefer to keep you all to myself, here in bed with me for at least the next week.”

  I cuddle against his chest. “Mmm, at least you had the foresight to slip that addendum in so I’ll be coming back home with you after we’re done each day.”

  “True.” He presses a kiss against the top of my head, running his fingers through my hair until I drift off to sleep.

  CHAPTER 7

  AUSTIN

  When my alarm goes off, I’m tempted to chuck my phone at the wall and burrow down in the covers with my girl for the rest of the day. I think I might need to start adding a section to every contract that bars them from scheduling any of my or Nicole’s scenes before noon.

  She’s lying on my chest, her legs straddling my hips, and my cock still gloved in her warmth. I cuddle her closer and pepper her shoulder with soft kisses. “We have to get up, baby.”

  She groans and snuggles deeper into my chest, the movement making her walls flex and I suck in a breath at the zing that shoots up my dick. I was already half hard still being inside her, but now I’m painfully erect and the urge to move is pushing against my control.

  Nicole wiggles her little ass and this time I know she did it on purpose. My hands fly to her hips and I hold her still. “You’re playing with fire, little starlet,” I grunt.

  Her face is buried in my chest, but I still hear her giggle and the sound does not help the state I’m in. “Baby, I’m sure you’re sore, especially after keeping my cock cozy all night. You need to let your sweet little pussy rest.”

  She puts her palms on my abs and pushes herself up to look down at me, pouting. I want to smile at how fucking cute she is, but I’m distracted by her high, round tits and rosy little nipples. Her walls spasm around me again when she moves, and I grasp desperately at the shreds of my control.

  I draw in a long, deep breath and start to lift her away when she clenches her knees at my sides and deliberately squeezes my cock. “Fuck,” I gasp as hunger sp
reads like wildfire through my body. Nicole watches me through hooded eyes, then slowly brings her hands up to cup her breasts while she circles her hips.

  Instinctively, I buck my pelvis, thrusting deeper into her, then curse at myself for being so damn weak. My mouth opens and I’m about to tell her to knock it off when she pinches her nipples and moans, her body once again rotating. I’m fucking lost.

  When I grab her this time, I start to bounce her on my dick, driving up to meet her every time she comes back down. “Fuck!”

  “Harder, Austin,” Nicole cries and the way she says my name just spurs me on, giving her exactly what she asks for. My fingers dig into her skin and I feel utter satisfaction at the thought of the bruises she’ll have.

  She cups her tits again and I sit up, knocking her arms away and placing them on my shoulders. I draw one sweet nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling. She cries out, making my balls draw up, so ready to explode. I take the other peak in my mouth and give it the same treatment.

  I’m riding her hard and I know she’s going to be sore as fuck, but I can’t stop. In a flash, I suddenly jerk her off my cock and flip her around so she’s on her hands and knees, then slam back in and continue to take her rougher than I probably should.

  “That was very naughty, baby,” I growl. I lean back and lick my lips as I stare at her round, lily-white cheeks. My hand comes down with a crack and the pink handprint left in its place has cum shooting from my dick.

  Nicole gasps and freezes for just a moment before moaning and pushing her ass backwards, begging for more. I spank the other side and again, cum spurts into her womb at the sight of my mark. The prints I’m leaving now are cherry red and I have no doubt she’s going to feel it all day. With one more slap to each cheek, she throws her head back and screams my name as she shatters apart.

  I quickly follow her and my orgasm rips through my body. But it seems like no matter how much I release in her, there is always more, and I stay hard as a fucking baseball bat. Knowing she’s unprotected only drives me to go deeper with each thrust, my balls slapping against her pussy and the tip of my dick bumping her softened cervix. I want her to suck up every drop.

  Fuck, I hope I get her pregnant. The thought sets off another explosion and as I spurt another round of thick streams into her, it pushes her over the edge again along with me.

  Finally, I seem to reach the end of my supply and my dick softens a tiny bit. Panting, Nicole collapses on the bed and I slip out of her warmth, immediately missing it. But a quick glance at the clock reminds me that we are already going to be late.

  I climb off the bed and lift her into my arms, then stride over to the bathroom. After starting the shower and making sure the temperature is comfortable, I step inside and under the spray before setting her on her feet.

  Nicole sways a little and she laughs. “My legs are like jelly.”

  I chuckle with her, then kiss her nose. “Don’t worry, my little starlet. I’ll always be here to hold you up and keep you safe.” She mewls and snuggles into my chest. “You know I would rather spend all day pampering and worshipping your body, baby. But we have to get to the studio.” I grab the shampoo and pour some in my hands before setting it back on the shelf. “Let me wash you, baby.”

  She smiles sweetly at me as I turn her around. I wash her hair, then condition it, before lathering up with soap and running my hands over her whole body. Except between her legs. I deliberately leave her pussy alone, wanting her to smell like me, if only in that intimate place. Plus, I want to wash away as little cum as possible. When I see it leaking out, I gently push it back in with two fingers.

  Nicole gasps but I can tell it’s from both pleasure and pain. “Fuck,” I mumble as I rest my head on her belly. “I shouldn’t have taken you so damn hard.” She runs a hand through my wet hair and urges me to look up at her.

  Her blue eyes are shining, and she beams at me, making me feel like I’m standing in the warmth of the sun. “I like knowing I’m going to feel you all day.”

  “You can’t say things like that to me right now, baby,” I groan as I get back to my feet. I give her a brief kiss, then quickly wash myself and shut off the water. I reach out to the towel racks inside the shower, but just out of the water’s reach. They are fluffy and warm, and I wrap one around each of us. Then I scoop her up and carry her out.

  I dry her off then give her a fast, hard kiss. “Go get dressed, baby.” They’ll do our hair and makeup on set so at least that won’t slow down getting ready.

  She wrinkles her pert little nose and sighs. “Guess I’ll be doing the walk of shame today.”

  I grab her chin and force her to look up at me, my expression stern. “There is nothing between us that you ever need to feel ashamed of.” Her face lights up and she nods. “But,” I continue, “you have clothes in the closet. So don’t worry about wearing your things from yesterday.”

  Her blue eyes get big and round and she laughs before darting out and across the room to a walk-in closet that is almost as big as the bedroom. My assistant had dropped off a variety of clothing in Nicole’s size before we arrived last night.

  Nicole pops back into the bathroom and brushes her hair. She’s wearing a pretty, lavender sun dress. It’s a halter and bares more of her skin than I would like but the front and back are high, and she looks absolutely gorgeous. I grit my teeth and determine to deal with it; all that silky, pale skin on display. Until she spins around from the mirror and goes to bounce out of the room.

  “Abso-fucking-lutely not,” I snap as I stalk after her. She stops and looks back at me with confusion on her face. “You are not wearing that”—I point to the closet—“go change.”

  Her face falls and she looks down at herself. “You don’t like it?” She looks so disappointed that I almost give in, but then I remember the sight of her lacy, pink panties when her skirt flared.

  I gently take her arm and guide her back to the walk-in. “You look stunning, little starlet,” I tell her. “But no one gets to see your pretty little pussy but me.”

  She huffs and punches her fists on her hips. “That’s ridiculous. No one can see my underwear. Besides, I’ll wear—” I cover her mouth and grin. “What you wear is up to me, baby. Remember? Now, get to it.” I smack her ass lightly, not enough to really hurt her, but enough to remind her who is in charge. She squeaks before dashing into the closet.

  When she comes back out, she’s wearing dark blue shorts—I eye them closely until I’ve determined that are long enough—and a flowy white top. “You look beautiful, baby,” I tell her, and she rolls her eyes, but a delighted smile steals across her face.

  “Austin!” I stop and turn when I hear George, the director, call out to me. He’s glaring at me and clutching a paper in his hand.

  “What’s up?” I know exactly what his problem is, but I pretend ignorance.

  “Are you fucking kidding with this?” He holds up the now crumpled paper and shakes it in my face.

  I widen my stance and fold my arms across my chest. I’m at least a foot taller than him and easily have at least fifty pounds on him. His ego is the size of California, but I know my size intimidates him. “To what are you referring, George?”

  “This bullshit about the love scenes!” he shouts. “Who approved these cuts? Nothing but kissing? Are we making a movie for a theater full of pussies?”

  He’s yelling at the top of his lungs, and I narrow my eyes in warning. “Watch your mouth, George. There are women and children around here.”

  “I don’t give a fuck! Do you have any idea the amount of money this movie will make with that little girl in the lead role? Every man will be drooling over how innocent she looks and fucking themselves to the image of how dirty she really is under that—”

  George doesn’t get another word out, he’s unable to speak with my fist in his mouth. I swing my left arm around and hit him with a left hook, before punching him in the kidney. Before he can go down, I’ve wrapped my hand around his throat and
am holding him a few inches off the ground.

  “I should kill you for speaking about her that way,” I snarl. His face is turning purple and all I can think about is that he can’t talk if he can’t breathe and he can’t breathe if he’s dead.

  “Austin!” I vaguely register a soothing voice saying my name, but I’m shrouded in a cloud of rage. Then a soft hand rubs circles on my back, relaxing the muscles and when I hear my name again, it’s clearer this time. “Austin. Put him down, baby. He’s not worth it.” My head turns towards the calming sound and I see my little starlet’s beautiful face. “Let him go, please?” she asks it so sweetly that I can’t help but immediately comply. I open my hand and barely notice George crumpling on the ground as I pull Nicole into my arms.

  I’m still shaking as the fury slowly recedes and I look over her head to see Ty approaching with his phone glued to his ear. I wait for him to flip his shit on me, but he just glares down at George with disgust. “Get him off the set,” he snaps, gesturing to a couple of security men that I hadn’t noticed.

  “Is Austin going to get in trouble?” Nicole asks Ty, her voice filled with worry as her arms tighten around my waist.

  He shakes his head as he dials another number. “No. I’m going to have a shitstorm to deal with, a lot of favors to call in, but this guy already has sexual harassment suits pending and the studio is sick and tired of his bullshit.” He talks quickly into his phone for a minute, then covers the receiver and says, “They don’t want another delay. They are going to promote Jackie to director.”