Chapter 1
Isolated in the comfort of my office, I lean my body back on the swivel chair going commando propping both my legs on the arms comfortably. The sweat running down my forehead tickles before they sting my eyes, I’m almost there.
I plunge my finger knuckles deep into my sopping pussy to match the rhythms of his thrust through the screen, swirling my left nipple in sync with the gyration of my hips.
‘My best friend’s brother’ His most popular shoot yet, the scene that skyrocketed his career. Everyone’s favorite genre when it comes to keeping a secret relationship on the down low.
Four women pouncing on him as he laid still like a lifeless corpse, ten inch dick erected while one of the women bounce on that, another sitting on his face with the other two riding his fingers. The volume lowered to a low pitch to prevent the screams from being heard from anyone passing by on the outside.
All four women ready to succumb to their explosive ecstasies speeding up their movements roaring his name brokenly. I closed my eyes picturing it me who can bounce on him, my Pussy wrapping tightly around his dick to his liking. Undeniably I couldn’t fight the urge anymore how my body screams for him to take me.
To the fans and paparazzi, they moan his on screen name; The Prince. Chocolate curls that fall down to his shoulders, soft Hazel eyes that shimmer like seashells on the beach. The dominating physique of 6′8, body of pure muscle with the sleeve Tattoos on both his arms.
The man truly captures the heart of both men and women, the beauty of him alone has paved way for even the most successful adult film actresses to hear about him, reaching out to contribute.
Little do they know what they get themselves into until it’s too late, happily they spread their legs showing their bare woman hood, but think twice seeing the darkness that swallow him whole. One minute they think they can handle him until trapped under his large body with no where to run.
My fingers strike a swollen bundle within my pussy, instantly numbing my legs to the feel. I’m so close, thinking about him, or being any where near me makes my pussy ache with an unnatural hunger. The need for him to stretch me and hold me under his grip.
Many consider me lucky that I’m so close to him, but that’s only because I manage him. On one hand they see a fun, charming and charismatic character that I groomed him to be, but no one sees his real character.
A flirty, annoying and a big baby with daddy issues. My fingers working faster, nearing the edge of my pleasure. It’s Like babysitting a toddler in an adult body. I couldn’t stand him, they may call him The Prince, but I know him as -
Throwing my head back against the seat feeling the build up inside “Oh God, Zachary!” I moaned a little too loudly.
My chest heaved coming down from the explosive ecstasy, I’m exhausted. Sitting in the ruins of my wet chair watching the liquid I expelled drip from the screen of my laptop. My eyelids fighting to stay awake.
I’m a mess, managing someone I hate, and yet finger myself to the thought of him. I’m dozing off before my phone rang, shit my boyfriend, a FaceTime call.
Immediately shutting my laptop I adjusted my curls, pulling my shirt and bra back in order, “Hey baby.” I rasped before clearing my throat.
“Is it ... is it hot in there?” Brown eyes quizzical examining my face. Still delirious from the bliss. Eyes fogged with lust, I came and squirted. Yet my body craves more, unfinished.
“No, I just uh” I think of a quick lie, “Woke up from a nap.”
“Some nap” he chuckles. “Anyway what time is the shoot over?”
“Uh well the actresses are in hair and makeup andheis on his way.”
“Perfect, I’ll be running a little late today I have got some uh -”
He stays in thought for more than two seconds, in the background of his office a shadow passes by, I furrow my brows. “Hey Amir who’s is -”
“Can you make me that pot roast again?” He interrupted.
“Uh Yea sure, what time you think you’ll be home? they get cold pretty fast.”
“Uh, not too long but can you reheat it if it does?”
“You can do that by yourself Amir”
“Babe come on you know I work late.”
Rolling my eyes I breathe in before jumping to the loud sound of a revving motorcycle. My heart ignited and I look around the room, in the darkness of my office where I rubbed and stuffed my fingers to another man, not just any man, my mortal enemy.
Guilt washed through me, “Yes, I know. Don’t worry I’ll reheat it.” I force a smile listening In on the conversations and cheers from the outside of my office.
“You know I love you” He smiles.
“I love you too” I cheesed. If only I truly felt the same, the screen blackened after The ending tone. Reality has its way of slapping me in the head, it would be easier just to break up and let him and me find better but how would my family react? Especially since they are rooting for him from the beginning.
In the beginning I truly did like him, even found ways to cope both his off behaviors at times but who was I fooling? I don’t love him, or at least not anymore. Can’t even say for certain of I ever did, not when I just -
“Oh God what’s wrong with me” I groaned planting my face against my palms.
A knock on the door “We’re ready for the shoot Ms Eamon.” The voice mumbles.
“Be right out” I responded. With a deep breath I gather my self, fixing my top and blazer, pulling up my black pants. “Shit this room smells like Aftermath of sex.” I speak to nothing spraying some perfume in the air and on my self, trudging to the door without paying a single mind to what’s ahead when I bumped into a hard chest.
“Fuck my life” I mumbled soothing my nose. A musk and cologne scent making my eyes water before a guttural tone lacing with a velvet serenity.
“Careful, any harder and our clothes would have been on the floor.”
Zachary, “How about a sorry?” I seethed mistakenly looking up at him in a double take, there he stood in all his Six foot giant glory, Hair slicked back with the warm hazel orbs looking down on my with a smirk. Three buttons of the top of his Navy blue dress shirt undone with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, left leg crossed in front of his right.
“Careful” I hear bringing my eyes back up to his. “Keep giving me that look and I might not behave” he whispered.
My pussy licks and I swallow.
“We don’t have time for this right now”
Dropping his hands, “All I need are three fingers, you on that table with your legs open and I’ll be quick.” He steps into the room towering above me, frame swallowing mine with darkness swirling in his eyes.
“Zach please” I whisper trying to keep myself from pooling to the ground, the steamy aura swirls around us hanging on by a thread.
“Say my name like that again.”
My back is to the wall with his palm beside my head, large hand around my throat with his pointer finger brushing against my bottom lip.
“You’re so cute” he huffs.
“How?” My morals are fleeing me, only one invisible wall holding me in place from tearing off his shirt.
“You’re so cute when I make you beg for me.”
“I’m not begging you”
“Your eyes and body tell me everything I need.” He chuckled, the scent of peppermint and whiskey from is breath.
W-Was he drinking?
“Is that whiskey?” I snap.
He clears his throat before pulling away, “Maybe”
“Ugh Zach you have a scene in Less than thirty minutes and you’re drunk?” I slide from his view feeling him glaring at my backside, drinking in my backside, my rippling ass and curves. It feels nice he can never have me.
“I had one drink boss, unless -”
I turn to him trying not to steal anymore glances at his muscled frame or the glistening dark green tattoos running down his arms.
“Unless?” I urge.
“You want to come over here and teach me a lesson?”
Just like I said, a child. Pinching the bridge of my nose I dug my eyes inside the top of my head. “Please take things seriously. This is a big shoot today with Diane Lithum she came from Denver and is a pretty big deal.”
I hear the clicks of his dress shoes approaching me before moving to my seat.
My wet seat, fucking hell.
“You think my performance can be bad just because I had a couple of drinks?” He questions with a smirk, veined hands gliding through the top of my desk, I swallow seeing a few droplets from earlier.
“No, no baby. Even drunk, I can make you feel real good. In fact I think you’d be the perfect judge for that hmm?”
“It was one drink Zachary, this isn’t appropriate to have, I am your boss and -” I feel my panties dampening, even though wanted to forget it, my body didn’t want to, it remembers every single moment of his hands, tongue and kisses that day. Even now, it’s reacting to just the scent of him.
“That’s even sexier,” he scoots closer, eyes darkening to his fantasies. “You think you’d be a good girl for me and keep it down while I have something to eat?”
“Why would I need to -” I catch on to the innuendo mid sentence. He smiles, straight set of ivory teeth flash me.
It’s just us in my office, all the staff must be busy attending to the set which means they are far away from us and any sound that could be happening. Mischievously he grins, knowing his spell is working.
Stupid French men with their aphrodisiac words and faces. I clear my throat for what seemed like the tenth time, “Again, not appropriate Zachary. Why can’t you just get it through your skull?”
“What is that?” He shrugged leaning his body back.
“One I have a boyfriend, two it was only one drink between us and three I’m sure you can guess it.” I grin.
He cocks his thick brow.
“I. Don’t. Like. You” I nearly clapped. That hurt me to say fit some reason but it needed to be cleared. There is no chemistry between us and even if there was. I want to ignore it.
A hurtful glint in his eye, we glare at each other for a moment, it would seem I finally made my peace.
A knock on the door made us both whip our heads. The petite little photographer on the other side, her creamy skin Giving away her true feelings as she turned red looking at the man above me.
“I’m sorry to interrupt.” She softly spoke, pouty red lips quivering. “It’s time for his shoot.”
“Thank you Feng” I smile at her before deadpanning back to him, no surprise finding his eyes already on me.
His orbs follow my every move even as I stood. “Mr White our conversation has concluded, if there will not be anything else please follow Ms Feng to the Photo Booth for your pictures.”
I’m surprised I was able to speak in one breath, without him saying anything in return I’m awkwardly standing before him and Feng in the Silence.
“Thank you Ms Eamon, I sure hope this conversation isn’t over, there is just a few more things I’d like to speak on.” I crane my head, The back of my head touching my shoulders.
“Indeed, on better occasions.”
Purposely he brushed his chest into mine, smirking at my erected nipples, “Yes, real soon”
I hold my own watching him was over to the photographer, instantly her face turning red at his close proximity. So red I thought she’d pass out from the blood rush, mentally I thank heavens for My darker pigmentation, hadn’t it been for that, all my of tough girl demeanor would have been in vein.
I watch as she spews directions and plans on what they will be doing today, being his manager I am included in everything.
“One second sweetheart,” he says in the middle of her instructions. “Shouldn’t you be closer Ms Eamon?”
“Huh?”
“You’re too far and Ms Feng has other things to do today than to repeat herself. As my manager you need to be right beside me, correct?”
That sly son of a bitch, well nothing wrong with being cordial. “Indeed, apologies, A lot on my mind this morning.”
Once more I’m engulfed into his scent, the photographer a tomato and a smirk on his face.
“Much better” he huffs scooting his front close to my back.
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