The Princess and the Porn Star by Lauren Gallagher

couldn’t wait, though, so I dug my heels into the small of his back and pulled him toward me. In an instant, he was inside me. All the way inside me. My vision blurred as his cock stretched and filled my pussy. A low growl emerged from the back of Lee’s throat.
    “Oh God…” He shivered, touching his forehead to mine.
    “Fuck me hard,” I pleaded. “Hard as you…hard as you can…”
    “That’s what I love to hear,” he growled, and he fucked me hard .
    Leather squeaked and the counter groaned with every thrust. I heard myself begging him not to stop. Or maybe that was just my heartbeat. Or the warm curses he whispered into my hair. Whatever. I was so dizzy and delirious and turned on beyond words, nothing mattered or even existed except Lee’s cock forcing its way into my pussy again and again and again.
    Coming this way was near impossible for me, but I didn’t care. He felt so good, hitting every perfect spot inside me. I dragged my nails across his shoulders. Lee groaned, throwing his head back, and he fucked me even harder, so I scratched him again. He thrust into me so deep, so hard, it should have hurt, and maybe it did, but it felt so good, and then he did it again and again and again, until he groaned, shuddered and stopped.
    It was quick. It was brief. And it was so, so hot.
    “You didn’t come,” he whispered, panting against my ear.
    “I don’t care.” My fingers slipped and slid on his sweaty skin as I tried to keep a grip on his shoulders. “I don’t care. That was amazing.”
    He withdrew slowly, and I gripped his shoulders tighter, desperate for some hold on him.
    He kissed me, then touched his forehead to mine. “God damn, I wish I could take you home tonight.” He paused to nip the side of my neck. “Once isn’t enough.”
    A shiver pushed my body closer to his. “I have to go, but I want… God, Lee, I want…”
    “We will,” he breathed. “Just say when.”
    Just before I kissed him again, I murmured, “Soon.”

Chapter Six
    Lee
    I pulled up in front of my condo and parked beside a familiar blue Hyundai.
    The presence of that blue Hyundai hit my chest with a pang of guilt. How many times had I promised Marta I wouldn’t be late? Though, to be fair, I didn’t have much choice today. She and I both knew there wasn’t much wiggle room for someone at the mercy of a director, and I had called her when I left the studio to let her know I was running behind. Still, it bugged me.
    She was already inside, which I expected. When she’d first started working with me, I’d hesitated to give her a key, but quite frankly, it was hard to regret that decision when I shuffled in through the front door and she was already there with her table set up in my living room.
    As I opened the door, she looked up at me from my couch, raising an eyebrow as she peered over her tattered paperback. “Good thing you’re my last appointment of the day, Peyton.”
    “Sorry.” I offered an apologetic smile and dropped my keys on the entryway table. “You know how directors are.”
    Marta laughed. “Well, it’s not like you had to get dressed this time, right?”
    “I had to get undressed and then redressed, if you must know.” Not to mention come down from — anyway . I tilted my head one way, then the other, trying to work out some stiffness. “In and out of super-tight leather, in fact.”
    “Oh?” She grinned and slid a bookmark between the pages. “You poor thing.” She pushed herself up off the couch. Patting the table, she said, “Ready?”
    “ God , yes.” I peeled off my T-shirt and toed off my shoes.
    Her brow furrowed with concern. “How in the world are you so tense after a day on that set, Lee? With all the acrobatics you’re usually doing, this should have been a piece of cake.”
    What about after one spectacular orgasm? “Uh, maybe I’m aging?”
    She rolled her eyes and snorted. “Please. You can start talking about slowing down because of age once you crack