Page 65 of Beyond the Fame

He sits up and wraps his arms around my body to take over, thrusting up into me so hard, his balls slap my ass.

“Yes, Jensen, keep doing that. Harder. Please.”

He does, for at least another minute, before twisting us around and fucking me into the mattress.

He takes a nipple in his teeth. I groan, coming undone. The orgasm is long, and stars paint my vision. Jensen gives one last thrust and I feel his warm release pour into me as he grunts with each spurt.

He cradles his head into the crook of my neck and breathes hard after that fast fuck.

I kiss along his shoulder, my hands rubbing up and down his back, then down to his ass, where I give it a big squeeze. I relish in the weight of this man on top of me. For once, he’s not trying to hold himself up. He's relaxed and still inside me and I feel so safe at this moment.

But it doesn’t last long.

“Shit,” he mumbles. “I’m crushing you.”

He crawls off and removes his dick. His warm cum leaks out of me. He watches with fascination for a few seconds before using his fingers to lap up his release and put it back into my pussy. I raise a brow at him.

“What? You're the first person I’ve fucked raw. I want it all in there. Can’t let it go to waste.”

I cackle.

“What? Why is that funny? I thought you said you’re on birth control.”

“I am, but you know birth control doesn’t always work one hundred percent, right?”

He shrugs and pushes more of his cum back inside.

“Jensen, do you have a breeding kink?”

His eyes shoot up to meet mine. “That’s a thing?”

I bite my lip and nod, my cheeks heating at the idea of carrying his baby.

What the hell? That thought was so uncalled for.

He scans my body, pausing on my stomach. His eyes go dark, not with panic as I expected... it’s something else. Lust for sure, but maybe hope? A yearning?

He opens his mouth, about to speak, but I hold up my finger.

“Don’t. Whatever you were about to say... just... we’ll unpack it later.”

Because I'm confident he was about to start talking about wanting kids and that’s ridiculous, right?

We're just fucking.

He smiles mischievously and picks up his phone off the bedside table, then collapses next to me.

I pick up my phone too and notice it’s barely noon. We only got a few hours of sleep, but to be honest, it was some of the best sleep of my life.

I scroll through my notifications, making a mental note to read the email my publicist sent. Probably more pictures of us all here on the island. She asked if I wanted to comment on the photos of Jensen and me at dinner that first night, looking as if I was about to murder him, but I said no. It doesn’t matter what excuse I came up with for that photo. People will always make their own assumptions.

There were a few rumors the tabloids printed during the filming of Tyler’s Team about the tension between us. We barely spoke to each other on set. People must have seen my sneers and his eye rolls and leaked it. I doubt it was any of the crew members. Maybe a background actor.

I open my texts and read through the ones Lana sent.

Lana: Awake yet?

Lana: Want to go chasing waterfalls?

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