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"You live for this dick, don't you?" he asks, panting as he stares down at me.
"Yes." I squeeze my thighs together, not denying it. Before him, I never understood why people were so obsessed with sex. Now, I get it. God, do I ever. I want him every moment of the day. When he isn't in me, I ache for him. When he is in me, I want more, more, more. He can't fuck me often enough or hard enough to please me. He claimed me and turned me into a greedy little addict. Only, he's the only one I want. Him and his cock, his touch.
He steps up in front of me, running the head of his cock across my lips. He bounces it there, teasing me. Always, he teases me, toying with me, seeing how far he can push me before I crack. Before I beg. It never takes long.
"Please," I plead. "Please, Kaiden."
"Suck me, princess," he growls. "Be a good girl and suck it hard."
I lick around the head, moaning as his taste hits my system. God, I love it. I dip my tongue into the slit, making him growl and curse. His hand tangles in my hair, his expression turning savage. His lip curls up, ecstasy washing over his face. It softens his features and hardens his eyes.
I suck him into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the head.
"Goddamn," he growls. "Ah, princess. That hot little mouth of yours."
I moan around him, his praise spurring me on. I never have to wonder if he enjoys what I do to him or what we do together. He tells me. Praise falls from his lips in a filthy flood. He's crude and dirty, saying things no one has ever said to me, at least not to my face. When he says them, though, I love it.
"That's right. Suck it like the greedy girl you are," he demands. "Take it all."
I try. God, I try. I plunge down, taking so much of him that I gag. Still, I can't fit him all in my mouth. My eyes water, and I pull back, taking a breath before I plunge down again. My lips stretch wide around him as I fight for every inch.
"Ah, God, princess. I can feel your throat closing around me."
I moan and push forward again, swallowing around his length.
"Laura!" He chokes out my name as his dick slips down my throat. "Ah, Christ. I'm going to come, princess."
I wrap my hands around his thighs, refusing to let him go as he tries to pull back. He curses, trembling above me. And then the first splash of cum hits the back of my throat. I swallow the salty tang and then pull back slightly as he spills into my mouth and down my throat repeatedly.
I barely have time to swallow the last drop before he's dragging me into his arms. His wild gray eyes meet mine, his breath a ragged pant. And then his mouth slants over mine, his kiss hard and insistent.
"Fucking perfect little princess," he growls against my lips.
"You're not so bad yourself," I whisper, beaming.
"My turn." He reaches for my zipper.
Bang, bang, bang.
Kaiden whips his head in the direction of the door.
"Two minutes until the set meeting, Ms. Groves!" someone shouts through the door.
"Son of a motherfucking bitch," Kaiden curses.
I bury my face in his shoulder, laughing loudly.
Seven
KAIDEN
"Jesus Christ," I mutter, dodging boxes of Christmas shit as I scour the set in search of Laura. This place looks like the North Pole took a shit right in the middle of it. I suppose it's not entirely terrible. It has a certain charm about it.
Or maybe Laura is softening me. I don't fucking know. All I know is that being here isn't nearly as intolerable as I thought it would be. I've mainly stuck to the edges of the set, keeping to myself since the set meeting ended an hour ago. But being here feels a little like coming home. I didn't expect that. I expected it to hurt a whole helluva lot more, truth be told.
For months after the accident, I woke in a cold sweat, plagued by nightmares. The sounds of the trailer caving in on me haunted my mind. Small spaces gave me full-fledged panic attacks. The myriad of bandages and the never-ending parade of surgeons and specialists drove me insane. All I wanted to do was fucking forget what happened to me, but it was everywhere.
I was almost relieved when people stopped coming around. When they stopped asking how I was doing. It allowed me to move on and put it behind me. I just never realized until today how far I'd moved on. It doesn't hurt like it used to hurt. Being back on a film set feels good in a strange sort of way.
