On Set

Sean had no idea when this stopped being about teaching Melanie Beckford a lesson and started being an absolute howling need to taste her all over. Possibly, he thought, when he tugged her dress to her waist, exposing those beautiful breasts of hers, nipples so dark his mouth watered to taste them. Partly hiding his mouth with a hand, he took one into his mouth and nibbled, feeling the bud harden on his tongue. Half surprised, Melanie stretched an arm above her head, releasing her forearms from the sleeves of her dress, to pull him closer to her chest.

With a grunt, he curled an arm about her waist and pulled her to the ground, wood chips grinding into his skin. The skirts of her dress flew up around her knees.

“Carry on,” the director hissed.

“If you lift your leg a little,” Sean directed, his voice barely controllable.

He was trying to lean most of his weight away from her, but god the way she was looking at him, with those big dark eyes, her breasts pouting at him every time she breathed. She lifted her hips to move into position and he barely stifled a groan as he stroked a hand over her thigh to her hip and he touched nothing but bare skin. It made his cock leap with need.

“Any better?”

“No.”

“What can I do?” she asked, parting her lips in a smile. He kissed her, damn the set, damn the director.

“Yes!” the director’s voice broke through Sean’s haze, his body rubbing against hers, mimicking what he really wanted to be doing to her. She returned his kiss just as fervently, arms around his neck, thrusting her hips against his own. Any self control he had before vanished when her creamy wetness began to seep through the material of his trousers.

He’d never done this before. Hell he’d never wanted to until now. With her skirts covering any modesty he used to have, he fumbled with the ties of his costume, releasing his cock, rock hard and already leaking. Levering himself more firmly on top of her, he gazed at the way her lips parted, how heavy lidded her eyes looked. There was no one else on the set but the two of them. Straining to control himself, he allowed the tip of his cock to brush over petal soft, slick pussy lips. He watched her gasp at the feel of him.

“Where’s your cock sock?” she whispered
.
“Real thing for you Melanie,” he whispered back, thrusting deeply into her. She cried out, all those glorious, muscles tightened around him, pulling him further inside her.

“Cut!” the director yelled. Sean felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been thrown at him. He couldn’t move and from the way Melanie’s pussy was gripping him, neither could she.