Page 191 of My Five Daddies

I release her wrist and she braces herself against the wall again, pumping herself back. I tease her nipples and feel her thick breasts as she presses back againstme.

“That’s right, girl, ride my cock. Let me fucking split you open until you come on my big dick. This is what you’ve been wanting, isn’t it?” I pull her hair, making hergasp.

“Yes,” she moans. “For fucking years.” She punctuates that by slamming back against me. “Ever since you disappeared.” She slams back harder. “Ever since you left.” She pushes harder and harder. I groan loudly and slam her ass, not able to take itanymore.

I grab her hips and fuck her. I fuck her the way she needs to be fucked, rough and deep and without mercy. She takes it, working her back and taking my cock deep. We’re in a frenzy, sweating and fucking, and pleasure explodes through my body. Her thick ass presses against me and her moans get louder, out ofcontrol.

She comes hard then. I can feel it deep inside her pussy, her whole body responding as the orgasm rips her to pieces. I grunt and groan, not letting up, sailing on the fucking precipice. And just as she peaks, I explode inside ofher.

I fill that tight pussy up and it feels like every bit of cum drains from me. I come in deep, thick spurts inside of her, and we’re both sweating, exhausted, but smiling like crazy as we collapse onto the floortogether.

I wrap my big arms around her small body as I pull her close against me. I’m breathing deeper and buzzing with pure pleasure. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before, maybe with her back in the day, but not like this exactly. We didn’t fuck back then, just fooled around with otherstuff.

But this, this was something next level, something incredible. This is what I’ve needed, what I’ve dreamed about. Her pussy feels like coming home, and I know I needmore.

I need much, muchmore.

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Tara

I’m sorebut I’m smiling like crazy. Never in a million years did I imagine sleeping with Jackson like that. He was as good as dead to me, butnow…

I don’t know what he is now. My heart still feels closed to him, but I can sense it’s starting to open, although slowly. Maybe I slept with him but that doesn’t mean I’m falling wildly in love with him again. I don’t care that he made me feel better than I’ve ever felt in my life, and that sex with him was better than anything before. He still broke my heart, and I’m not risking thatagain.

I’m still floating on a cloud the next day. Jackson isn’t a big part of these scenes, so I’m mostly working with Holly and another minor character. Jackson is off with some stunt coordinator, working on his action scenes, and I just keep thinking about what he must look like rightnow.

I keep feeling his thick cock slide inside of me. Every time I imagine him kissing me and fucking me there in that red-lit back corner of the stage, I find that I’m dripping wet already. Maybe it’s crazy but Jackson drives me absolutely insane, wilder than I’ve everimagined.

The day drags by slowly. After the lunch break, Holly is doing her lines. We have to go through a few takes, because she keeps messing one of the lines up. Normally we’d let it slide if it’s just a minor difference, but it actually matters for thescript.

I can tell she’s getting frustrated. “I’ll get it,” she says to Lionel. “Just keep rolling. I’ll getit.”

“Go, go ahead,” he says. “Roll cameras.Action!”

Holly goes through the scene, messes up the line, and curses. They reset and she does it again, this time messing up the timing. It takes a few more attempts before she finally nailsit.

This isn’t an unusual thing. Frankly, it happens on every single set. Sometimes a scene just isn’t coming together naturally for whatever reason, and you have to keep going over and over it to get it right. Holly is a professional and she knowsit.

But when this happens, I have to make sure that everything makes sense. It’s my job to make sure that the take we’re going to end up using works within the confines of the script, and sometimes that means I have to rope the actor into thediscussion.

Once the scene is shot, I go over the footage on the monitor. “Holly, can you hold off for a sec?” I say to her before she can leave theset.

She stares at me. “What do you want, scriptgirl?”

Her tone is openly hostile. It surprises the hell out of me, because up until now, I’ve had a good relationship with Holly. Sure, I’ve been jealous, but she’s been nice to me atleast.

“Uh, I just need to go over that last scene,” I say toher.

“What do you need me for then? That’s your job, not mine.” She gives me an icy coldlook.

“Oh, uh, okay,” I say to her. “I like to have the actor aroundto—“

“Do your job, script girl.” She brushes me off and stalks away across theset.

I stare at her, not sure what the hell just happened. She just acted like I was asking her to do something absurd and outside of the norm. She’s stayed behind to watch the monitor with me before, and it’s always easier with the actor to help double-check everything. It’s a common practice on set, although the actors don’t necessarily have to doit.

I stare after her for a second before sighing and shaking my head. I don’t know what the hell that was about, but if Holly suddenly hates me, things are going to be freaking tense on this set. I have to work with her every day for the next few months, and it’s awful if she can’t stand to be near me. This is going to make my life totallymiserable.

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