Welcome to E. Mayberry

His body was a temple and all I could think of was desecrating it.

I reached for his belt and unbuckled it.

Eagerly reaching through his black briefs, I found his cock, semi-erect but thick, and pulled it free. As soon as I had it in my hand it shot up to fully erect. I looked up at him and leaned forward to take him in my mouth.

He put his palm against my forehead and stopped me.

“There will be plenty of time for that,” he assured me. “But right now I just need you.”

He dropped to his knees, pushed me back onto the bed, and pulled my pants down to my ankles. He pulled each of my shoes off gingerly and placed them on the floor somewhere. I could hear the soft tap of each shoe touching the carpet. With that, he slid my pants over my feet and pulled down my panties.

The room was slightly cool and I remember feeling so exposed. My body was no secret. Everyone had seen it but right then, I felt like a virgin again, like my pure body was being put on display.

“Bastian,” I said.

“Yes, love?”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want to own you.”

My head fell back and I stared up at the ceiling as I listened to him drop his pants and I felt his naked body climb between my legs. At the time, I didn’t quite know what he meant, but it sounded good. I needed to be owned. I was no good on my own and if it was what Bastian wanted, I was happy to oblige. I’d been owned my whole life, but by lowlifes. This time it was by a gentleman.

My legs fell open for him and I raised my knees to plant my feet on the mattress, spreading my pussy open as wid

e as I could. I loved the familiar burn between my thighs as I forced myself open past the point where my somewhat limber body was comfortable.

His muscular arms reached over mine and he hovered over me in a push-up position. I loved the way his hair hung in front of his eyes and his mouth lifted in one corner with a grin.

He paused and soaked up the moment.

“I can’t believe it,” he said.

“Believe what?”

“You’re here.”

“Believe it,” I said.

With that, I lifted my legs around and hooked my heels against his bare ass, pulling him closer to me. The head of his cock found home quickly and I closed my eyes and inhaled, cherishing the feeling of his head at the door. One of his arms disappeared from my side as he reached down to use his hand to swirl the tip of his dick at my opening, using my wetness to prepare himself.

“Sunshine,” he said.

“Shh,” I replied as I once again heel hooked him and pulled him forward, this time forcing his cock into me. “Just fuck me.”

I’d spent so much time being told by directors how to look into the camera and how to react with each thrust and what to say and what position to maintain that I’d forgotten how easy sex could be. Even after work, when hooking up with fellow actors, we quite often tried the positions we were used to on camera, most of which aren’t natural.

Sometimes the best sex is the sheet wrinkling, limbs flailing, sweat drenching fuck that comes from two people who want to become one.

I gasped.

I yelled.

I cried.

All because I wanted to.

Bastian’s cock drove into me with a longing, a needing, a desire to touch places inside me nobody else had. He held me as tight as he did during our embrace downstairs, and when he rocked forward, my body went with him.