I can feel it building now, underneath the pain and the stretch and the sheer exhaustion in every muscle. Something is bearing down on me, fast, and his circles on my clit and words in my ear are going to push me over the edge.
“You’re lucky I waited this long, and you’re lucky we have an audience. If we were truly alone, well, nobody would see you for weeks. I’d keep you chained to my bed, covered in bite marks, and full of my cum. For now, you’ll get two out of the three.”
With nothing left to say, he bites into my neck again, and I shatter, squeezing almost painfully around the thick length inside me.
A low “fuck”and a deep grunt as he stills are the only warning I get before I feel him coming, the hot liquid deep inside a sensation I’ve never experienced.
“That’s it, what a good girl you’ve been,” he whispers into my ear, easing me back down onto all fours and pushing me down onto my elbows. He pushes my knees wide again with his thighs, and I’m still speared on his cock.He’s still hard. No…
“Shhh,” he says, gently rubbing my ass as my thighs shake again, overstimulated with him still in me. “You’re almost done. I promise. You’re doing so well. Such a natural little slut for me, Sunshine.”
I put my cheek to the ground, relishing in the cool feeling of the dirt on my overheated face. Sasha continues his shallow thrusts as I feel him emptying the last of himself inside me. Finally, he slowly pulls out, and I wince as his wide head tugs against my entrance. I wait for him to help me up or move me, but he’s still. I can’t see him from this angle, and I’m about to ask what he’s doing when I feel his thumbs gently spreading me apart.
“Oh, Sunshine. Look at you. Your poor pussy is wrecked, baby. Stretched and leaking me.Fuck,I know that hurt, but you’re a picture. I’ve never…fuck.”
Before he finishes his thought, he’s gently pushing back into me, and I whimper and try to crawl away while he shallowly thrusts a few more times before coming again with a tortured groan. This time, when he pulls out, he lifts me gently into his arms and holds me tighter than anyone ever has.
Pressing our foreheads together, he kisses me tenderly, almost as if he’s scared I won’t kiss him back, but I tangle my hands in his hair and try to pour every bit of what I'm feeling into this kiss. I don’t have much energy, though, and before long, I’m slumping against his chest, spent.
Our heart rates slow as we come down from the scene, breathing each other in and enjoying the quiet of the woods. Finally, Sasha is brave enough to break the silence first.
“You didn’t say it,” he says quietly. I meet his gaze to find tears in his eyes.
Smiling, I give him a tiny kiss on the nose. “No. I didn’t say it.”
Chapter thirteen
The ticking of the grandmother clock in Blanche’s office is the only sound among the three of us. After ensuring Lucy was okay following our…scene,we were picked up by a stoic Blanche in a golf cart and driven back to the main house. I was shown into a guest bathroom, where I washed the day off, and then came back to Blanche’s office dressed in the soft robe left for me. Within a couple of minutes, Blanche and Sunshine joined me, the latter looking similarly scrubbed pink and no worse for wear, except a blush creeping up her neck. Blanche made us all steaming mugs of hot chocolate, which we’ve been sipping in the quiet, nobody wanting to break the companionable silence. I doubt whatever follows will be as companionable.
I wince, wondering if I should have told Blanche that Sunshine had a safe word. From her perspective, this probably looks…bad. But I’m not a person who likes to involve people in my plans, and I didn’t evenplanthis, per se. I woke up this morning and realized there was no fighting my feelings. It would have been impossible to continue with filming as we were. I was well beyond my limit.
Nobody is making eye contact, but finally, Blanche puts her mug down and slowly rounds her desk. She leans back against it, standing just in front of Sunshine and me, and I look up, expecting the worst. Her carefully neutral face gives nothing away. Just as I’m opening my mouth to start a very long, profuse apology, Blanche claps her hands together and gives us a blinding smile.
“The two of you were utterlyfantastic!”
Sunshine and I turn to look at each other before facing Blanche again as she continues to praise our performance today.
“I couldn’t believe my eyes! The raw, animalistic passion. The screams, the moans. If I didn’t know better, you could have passed for me and my Henry!”
At this point, I feel like it’s necessary to clarify exactly what happened today.
“Uh, Blanche,” I begin. “You know, uh. You know that today wasn’t exactly…simulated, right?”
She throws her head back with laughter, which I take as a good sign.
“Yes, dear. It was extremely evident as soon as the drone got its first shot of your drenched cock sliding in and out of Lucy.”
I’m even more confused now. She knew the entire scene and didn’t intervene?
“You’re welcome, by the way. As soon as I realized what was happening, I sent everyone except the drone pilots home. Only a few people saw anything, and they aren’t the type to blab around town.”
I glance at Lucy, who looks just as surprised as I am.
“The passion, the intensity. It was just so special to watch the two of you. Explicit sex is probably the best way to immortalize what Henry and I had.” She gazes forlornly out the window of her office, then smiles as a cardinal flies past. “What I’m tryingto ask is if you’d both be interested in moving forward with explicit sex scenes included in the film.”
“Yes.”
My head whips to face Lucy, who’s gone back to calmly sipping her hot chocolate like our employer hasn’t just asked us to continue fucking on camera for the film in which we portray her and her late husband. I’m not convinced that I’m not dreaming this entire day.MySunshine wants to continue fucking me on camera? With no hesitation?
