Porn Star
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“I think you did want everyone to see. That’s why you were flashing your pussy everywhere at the restaurant. You wanted everyone to see what a whore you are for me.”
She licks her lips. “Yes,” she says. “But I wanted to break your control more.”
I’m right in front of her now, and I don’t kiss her (even though I’m dying to) and I don’t embrace her. Instead, I gather her two small wrists in one of my large hands, the other hand dropping to my belt and slowly working it open. “Do I look out of control right now, Cass?” I ask.
“No,” she breathes.
“You’re goddamn right I don’t,” I tell her, finally getting my belt undone and pulling it from the loops with a quick motion. “You think I up-ended my entire life, changed my entire world, so that the first time I saw you, I could take you with a five-minute fuck in a stairwell?”
Her eyes are wide and dark as I yank her wrists behind her back and wrap the belt tightly around them.
“I wanted to take my time. Remind your body of how much it wants me, of whom it belongs to. I was going to tease and coax and seduce you all night. But I guess now I’ll have to remind your body a different way.”
Another shiver.
“Up on the bed, Devi. On your knees.”
She obeys carefully, her balance awkward with her wrists bound at the small of her back, and I impatiently push her forward. She bends in half, her cheek landing on the soft bed and her ass up in the air. Without her panties on, her pussy is deliciously exposed under her skirt, and I take a minute to let my pulse steady, my mind slow. That cunt is so pink and wet and I vividly remember how tight it felt around me. And even though I’m supposed to be punishing her, it would be punishing myself to deny myself a taste of that perfection, and I lean down and bury my face between her legs, sucking on her clit and tongueing her entrance and giving the firm, tight button between her cheeks a few fluttering licks while I’m at it.
And then when she’s squirming and crying out, I straighten and wipe my mouth, giving her ass a hard smack to keep her still while I free my cock.
“You still on birth control, Cass?” I ask, rubbing the head of my dick up and down her wet slit.
“Yes. And I’m still clean.”
“Thank fuck,” I groan, and I shove roughly inside.
Fucking Devi was always a treasure, but getting to fuck her bare is like dying and going to heaven. Her cunt is wet-hot and tight, and I pull out slowly, watching the way it grips my cock.
“Has there been anyone inside this pussy since me?” I demand, leaning forward. “Have you let any other men or women make you come?”
“No,” she moans into the blanket. “No one since you.”
“Good,” I grunt, picking up the pace and fucking her harder now. “This pussy is mine. It only belongs to me now, got it?”
“Got it,” she manages.
“Good.”
I reach around her hip and find her clit, which is ripe and plump with arousal, like a little fruit. I’m going to spend hours sucking and licking that fruit later, but for now, I circle it with the pad of my middle finger as I fuck her, making sure I’m at the right angle to rub her G-spot as I thrust. Within a minute, her thighs are quivering and she’s burying her face into the bed, panting and moaning, and she’s on the verge, I can tell, but it’s going to be big and hard and she’s scared.
“Poor girl,” I say to her. “It’s been so long since you’ve had a thick cock to come around. Let Logan take care of you. Let me feel you come.”
As I croon my words to her, I use my other hand to grope and slap her ass, until my thumb finds the still-wet aperture of her asshole and starts to press in. The dirty move shatters her and she loses it, screaming into her bed as her body starts shaking.
And I lose no time, because despite what I told her earlier, my control is broken, and has been since the minute I walked into the bursar’s office this afternoon and saw her. With my thumb still in her ass, I grab at the belt around her wrists, using it for leverage as I pound my way to a vicious, deep, long-awaited climax.
Our skin slaps together, wetness is everywhere, and I’m grunting and she’s moaning, and then it saws through me like barbed wire--a climax so hard and strong that it’s almost painful. I haven’t felt pussy in four months, and being able to rut in and out of one as I blow my wad is fucking primal bliss.
The reward centers of my brain are lit up like Christmas trees, and it’s not until I’ve pumped every last drop into my Devi that I finally still my hips. “You okay?” I ask, once I get my breath back.
“I’m amazing,” she says, and her voice is the dreamy daze of a well-fucked woman. I decide it’s my life’s mission to keep her voice like that.
I unbind her wrists, kissing the skin there, and then help her up. We need to get clean--we’re sticky and rumpled--but for a minute, I just want to hold her tight, and so I do, wrapping my arms around her and laying us back on the bed.
“What you asked me…” she says hesitantly after a few moments. “About there being anyone else. There hasn’t been for me. Has there been for you?”
Dread coils in my stomach but I want to be honest. And if being honest means that Devi wants to kick me out of her bed...then I deserve that. I hold her closer though, in case this is my last chance to feel her in my arms. “Yes. There’s been two women.”
Devi stiffens in my arms, and I can almost taste her pain. I hurry to explain myself.
“After you left, I filmed two more scenes that week. I hated myself when I did them, but I still...I still did them. I wasn’t ready to admit that you were right, and I definitely wasn’t ready to admit that my own gut impulse to leave porn was right either. But I felt like such shit after the second one, that I called my agent and had him cancel everything else. And since then, there hasn’t been another woman, on set or off. You’re the only woman I ever want to fuck again.”
She presses her face into my chest. “Thank God,” she mumbles, her voice catching. “I wanted you to be wanting me, all this time, and even just the thought of you with other women, it killed me.”
“No one else after I quit porn, and I quit porn a week after you left.” I rub her shoulder and arm. “I love you, Devi Daryani, and I don’t want any other woman. I haven’t since we started dating. I just wish it hadn’t taken me those last two scenes to figure it out.”
She stretches up and kisses my cheek. “I forgive you,” she says. “It stings...but I understand. As long as you are all mine now.”
I roll her on top of me and kiss her. “All yours,” I murmur against her lips. “Every part of me.”
“Even your cock?” she teases.
“Especially that.”
She reaches down with those strong, slender fingers, and her lips are warm and soft against my own…
...and I decide that cleaning up can wait.
Acknowledgments
To our agent, Rebecca Friedman (and friend and cheerleader and soul healer), and everyone at Rebecca Friedman Literary, especially Kimberly Brower. And to our foreign agents at Bookcase Literary Agency, Flavia Viotti and Meire Deis.
To our publicist, Jenn Watson (we don’t know how you manage us most days), and the entire team at Social Butterfly PR, especially Shannon from Shanoff Formats and Hilary Suppes. To Kylie McDermott for our cover reveal and Shayna Snyder at Shayna’s Spicy Reads for our excerpt reveal.
To Sara Eirew for a cover that we flove, and to Nancy Smay for finding all our mistakes and correcting them.
To our assistants, Melissa Gaston, Candi Kane, and Sarah Piechuta - we would literally be nowhere (online) without you.
To Kayti McGee and Melanie Harlow for loving us, trapped farts and all. To Julie Murphy who shares our love of (and frustration with) porn. To the women of the Order.
To the authors in our community who inspire and sustain us, especially Lola Darling, Lauren Blakely, Katy Evans, Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward, C.D. Reiss, Kristy Bromberg,
To the readers who met
Devi and Logan first and helped to make their story better - Jen McCoy, Liz Berry, Vox Libris, Roxie Madar, Jodi Marie Maliszewski
To the readers who supported this book as well as the ones before, especially to Laurelin’s Lovelies, the lambs in Sierra Simone's reader group, and the Hudson Pierce! Fixed Trilogy group. Our words would be pointless without people to read them. We write for you.
To our husbands and families - we’re always amazed when we survive the birth of a book and even more amazed to find you’re all still around when we’ve done so. We actually do love you more than our characters. Thank you for getting that even when we don’t show it.
To our Creator - thank you our gifts and talents. We hope we always strive to be worthy of all you’ve given us.
Also by Laurelin Paige
The Fixed Trilogy
Fixed on You
Found in You
Forever with You
Hudson
The Found Duet
Free Me
Find Me
First and Last
First Touch
Last Kiss
Falling Under You: A 1001 Nights Novella
Chandler
with Kayti McGee
Miss Match
MisTaken
Love Struck
Also by Sierra Simone
Priest
Midnight Mass (A Priest Novella)
The Markham Hall Series
The Awakening of Ivy Leavold
The Education of Ivy Leavold
The Punishment of Ivy Leavold
The Reclaiming of Ivy Leavold
The London Lovers Duet
The Seduction of Molly O'Flaherty (a prequel)
The Persuasion of Molly O'Flaherty
The Wedding of Molly O'Flaherty
About Laurelin Paige
With over 1 million books sold, Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.
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About Sierra Simone
Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City.
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