Page 37 of Salacious Star

"I think that your slutty little hole got greedy," I growled, stepping into his space until we were practically nose to nose. "I think that you've been fucking around on me because you couldn't use your fucking words to tell me what you wanted."

He shook his head, and his hands were shaking when he pressed them against my chest, pretending to try and push me back. There was barely any force behind it, though, and his pupils were blown with arousal and excitement as he looked up at me.

"No, that's not..." he whispered, his husky voice making my cock kick.

I snarled again, cutting his words off, and then my lips were on his hard, and aggressive and intense. Our teeth clashed, and the kiss was messy as fuck, our tongues tangling and saliva leaking down both of our chins. I was sure that it looked absolutely filthy for the camera, but the second that Xander's lips touched mine, my mind cleared, and I was a little more centered.

Still aggressively into the scene, of course. Still looking forward to absolutelywreckinghis ass and spanking him until his pale skin glowed pink, but a little more calm.

His cock ground against mine when I moved the last little bit into his space, and when I pulled away, his lips stayed parted and his expression was a little dazed. I fucking loved that I was the one that put that look on his face, but we were only just beginning.

I released his throat, only to grasp his face and squeezed his cheeks until they parted more and I could see the slick pink of his tongue inside. I reached back and grasped his hair, cranking his head back so that his throat was arched, and then I spat into his mouth, watching in satisfaction as my saliva landed on his tongue, and his gaze sharpened, his eyes widened.

"Fucking swallow," I growled. "If you want to act like a whore, I'll treat you like one.Swallow."

His pupils blew wider, and then his lips closed, his throat bobbing as he followed my order.

Such a good fucking boy.

I couldn't tell him that right now, of course. We needed to keep the aggressive energy amped up, at least for this first part of the scene, but seeing him following my direction, letting me treat him like this and do it with that trusting glint in his eyes...

It was fucking everything.Hewas everything.

"Please..." he whispered, blinking up at me. He was deviating a little from the script, but nobody called him out on it, and I smirked, leaning close and tightening my fist in his hair.

"Please?" I repeated, injecting just the barest hint of mocking into my voice. "Please what? You did this.Youcheated on me. Did you really think that I wasn't going to find out?"

He shook his head, and his lips parted on a soft whimper when I tugged his hair. "Please...punish me..." he finally managed, his voice just as raw as if I actuallyhadcaught him cheating, after we'd been together for the long term.

I cocked my head to the side, as if I were considering it. "Punish you?" I repeated. I shook his head a little, and he nodded.

"Yes," he gasped. "Please...please punish me. I'm sorry. I...was weak. I needed you, and you weren't there." He blinked, and for a moment, I swore that I saw tears glimmering at the corners of his eyes.Huh.

He's good.

"Poor fucking excuse, baby boy," I growled, keeping my grip on the scene...but only barely. The way he was looking at me, I wanted to wreck him in a thousand different ways.

I would, if he gave me the opportunity.

He nodded, whining softly when my fingers dug into his cheeks again. "I know. Please. Punish me. Make this better."

His pleading was almost enough to make me come in my pants right then and there, and I growled, shoving him away. "Then take off your pants and bend over the fucking couch."

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Xander

Energy and excitement buzzed under my skin as I stumbled backwards a little at Tristan's words. His expression was hard and aggressive as he looked at me, but his eyes were soft and searching, just as warm as they always were, andexcited.

Tristan didn't need to tell me that he was really fucking into this scene. His cock told me that where it strained against his jeans, and the way that he was practically vibrating out of his skin.

And admittedly...it was doing it for me too. I wouldn't have thought it would - had been nearly petrified at the thought of it before the cameras had started rolling, but now that we were in the thick of it...Yeah. Tristan could do whatever the fuck he wanted to me.

Ineededto make him understand how fucking sorry I was for "cheating."

I swallowed hard and reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head and not looking away from Tristan even for a moment. His eyes flashed, and he barked, "I didn't tell you to get fully naked, slut," but I was already shoving down my comfortable pants as he did so, kicking them to the side so that I was standing in front of Tris fully naked. My cock was so hard that it jutted out in front of me like a pole, already red and leaking, and my cheeks burned as Tristan's eyes slid down the front of my body, evaluating.

There was a certain vulnerability that came with being naked in front of someone while they were still fully clothed, and I'd always liked that power imbalance, just a little bit. It was hot, and the urge to reach down and wrap my hand around theaching length of my cock to stroke off in front of Tristan and the cameras wasstrong.

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