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She was going to pay for her behavior.
Chris knew that for certain.
She’d been teasing him all afternoon, and she would NOT get away with it. This scene required him to wear underwear, something he didn’t do regularly, so that was annoying enough, but then Mariska came out here in that black lacy bra and pushed her entire body into his.
She put on that damn horrible Southern accent that caused her or one of the others to break, and they had to keep redoing the scene. Each time, taking it a little farther, not seeming to care about the others in the room.
She started kissing his neck 5 takes ago.
She started whispering filthy things into his ear 2 takes ago.
She called him “daddy” on this take, and he was not going to let her leave his side.
He’d never had a problem with being aroused during sex scenes, though sometimes his co-stars found it unprofessional.
This was Mariska though, and he’d been fucking her for a decade. She knew all the buttons to push, and how to make him cum without ever touching him.
They were still standing in their lack of clothing as the director looked over the last take, making sure they got it this time.
“You’re being naughty,” he growling into her ear, almost loud enough others to hear. If she wanted to play this game in public, they would play this game. He pinched her ass, and she yelped, drawing attention to them. He just smiled and laughed, and she played along.
After everyone else had gone back to what they were doing, he pulled her in front of him so her ass was against his aching dick, and he pressed into her. “This what you wanted?” he asked.
A simple, breathy moan was all he received as an answer. His hand ran up her back, over her neck, and into her hair, yanking her head back subtly. To anyone watching, it just looked like she was leaning back to hear what he was saying as they talked amongst themselves.
“I said. Is this what you wanted?” His voice conveying a no nonsense tone.
Mariska swallowed, looking into his eyes. His irises, that were normally bright blue, had become almost navy in color. “Yes, sir.”
Chris let out a dark chuckle, before leaning in. “That’s my girl,” he whispered in her ear before letting go of her hair.
The director called it a wrap, and since it was already late, informed everyone that was a wrap for the day.
Chris pushed her shoulder, and she walked, grabbing the shirt Olivia had been wearing at the beginning of the scene, throwing it on.
“I expect you to be waiting for me in my trailer when I get there.” Chris didn’t leave any room for objection as he stalked away.
She went to her trailer and changed out of her “Olivia” clothes, and back into the clothes she had arrived to set in that morning, trading the black lace bra for a red one.
She left her trailer, and handed her clothes to the proper assistant before walking over the Chris’ trailer. No one even batted an eye anymore when she went over there before him, and for that she was grateful.
She double checked that all the blinds were shut before she stripped completely naked, and laid back on the couch.
She waited there almost 15 minutes before he showed up. Mariska took him in as he made his way towards her. He was in a tight black tee and grey sweats, and she could see his hard cock pushing against the fabric.
“You’re such a fucking brat.” He whipped off his shirt, and she couldn’t help but stare. He toed his way out of his shoes, and dropped his pants, thankful to have any fabric off of him. He was sensitive as fuck, and roughness of the fabric only made it worse.
When he was completely naked, he descended on her, putting his hand on her throat, squeezing just enough.
“Fuck,” she moaned, the sound vibrating against his palm. “Please Chris.”
“Oh no,” his voice low, but demanding, “you don’t get to beg.” He crawled over her, rubbing his hard cock against her dripping pussy, but not entering her. “You’re the one who decided you wanted to play this game.” He ground against her a few more times before getting up and stepping away. “Now, you get to deal with the consequences of your actions.”
He stood at the end of the couch, and stroked himself, moaning when he would run his hand over the sensitive tip. He stared into her eyes, and saw the lust and desperation dancing around.
“DO NOT,” his voice was booming, not caring if anyone heard him, “touch yourself.” Those last words came out in a seethe against gritted teeth.
Mariska whined at his command, but stopped her hand dead in it’s tracks, not wanting to prolong her orgasm more than he’d already planned.
“You know what,” his voice was low as he made his way back towards her, “get on your fucking knees, hands behind your back.”
Mariska quickly moved to do as she was told, looking up at him expectantly.
He curled his fingers around her chin as he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Such a good little slut.” He couldn’t help but chuckle when she whimpered. Only he could get away with calling her anything degrading, and he loved the power it gave him. “So desperate for my cock, you’ll do anything I say.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
God, it was so much hotter without that ridiculous Southern accent she’d done earlier.
“Now, be a good little thing, and open wide. Daddy’s gonna fuck your throat, and I want you to take everything I give you. I’m not gonna last very long this first round.” He grinned over what he was going to say next. “I want you to swallow it all.”
“Of course, Daddy,” she agreed with wide eyes before opening her mouth for him.
Chris stroked his dick twice more before running the head over her tongue and bottom lips a few times. He moaned when she closed her lips around him and sucked.
He grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting as he felt her relax. When he felt she was ready, he sped up his movements, as well as going deeper, hitting the back of her throat.
The feeling of her gagging and swallowing around him was bringing him to the edge.
“So fucking good,” he moaned as he drops his head back. “You take my cock down your throat so well, baby.”
She moaned around him, and his knees buckled slightly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum in your pretty mouth, and you’re gonna swallow every last drop, like a good little whore.”
Mariska nodded as she sucked on him. Chris made a few more deep thrust before cumming into her mouth as he let out a groan.
She swallowed at all before letting him fall out of her mouth. She stood up and grabbed his shoulder. He moved his hand to the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss, wanting to taste himself on her mouth.
As they kissed, Mariska managed to get them turned around, and backed him up to the couch. He sat when his calves hit the edge, and she immediately straddled him. Both were incredibly thankful he didn’t need time between rounds. She rubbed her soaked pussy up and down his shaft as she kissed and bit his neck.
She knew she was going to leave marks, but she didn’t care. She then ran a hand through his hair, scratching his scalp, causing him to growl against her shoulder.
She gripped his cock, and swiped the head over he pussy before lining him up, and sinking down on him. They both groaned at the feeling of him inside her.
She took a moment before moving. She kept her movements slow and deliberate to start, as Chris grabbed onto her hips.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Mariska moaned as she rode him, biting her lip. “So fucking big.”
Mariska sped up her movements. She was so fucking horny, and needed to cum.
Chris tightened his hold on her, slowing her movements to his control. “I know what you’re trying to do, baby.” He watched as she moved a hand to her breast, palming it before pinching and rolling her nipple between her fingers. “Why should I let you cum?”
“Please,” she begged.
He pulled her off of himself, and maneuvered them so she was now bent over the table that had been behind them.
He smacked her ass once, and she let out a yelp. “I asked a you a question.” He raised his hand again, bringing it down on her ass; this time squeezing and rubbing the area he’d hit afterwards. “Why should I let you cum?”
“Because I need it,” she whined as he thrust deep into her. “I know you can feel how fucking wet I am for you, Daddy.”
He grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her back, holding both her wrists in one hand. “You’re fucking dripping all over my cock, you little whore.” He moved his other hand up to her hair, gathering a fistful, and yanking her head back. “I should make you wait to cum, since you wanted to misbehave, but we both know they’re gonna start taking the trailers back soon.”
He pounded into her hard and deep, enjoying the noises she made as she did so.
“Fuck, Daddy.” was all she could manage, as her moans started to get more frequent and higher in pitch.
He let go of her hair, moving his now free hand to her clit. It only took a few circles with the pad of his thumb over her clit before she was cumming.
She was like a vice around him, but he still wasn’t quite there. He continued to fuck her as her orgasm subsided, violent aftershocks telling him just how powerful it was, and that she was going to be very sensitive.
He gave her a moment before reaching down to her clit again, his orgasm starting to build. “Come on, baby,” he growled, “Cum for Daddy again.”
Mariska shook her head as her breathing started to slow a bit. “I can’t.”
“I know you can, sweetheart.” His voice was now gentle, knowing this was the best approach. “You can cum one more time for me.” He released her arms, and rubbed her back. “Cum for me again, and I’ll fill you up. Breed you like I know you like.”
He ran his thumb over her clit some more, and her could feel her getting close. “That’s it,” he cooed, “Cum on Daddy’s cock so he can cum inside of you. Fill you all the way up. Then you can feel me run down your thighs as you head home.”
She cried out as she cum again, still incredibly sensitive from the first orgasm.
As soon as she starting cumming around his dick, Chris throbbed and jerked inside of her as he came in her wet pussy. He let out a deep, guttural groan as he did so.
Her aftershocks squeezed the tip of his sensitive cock, but he couldn’t move as he twitched and throbbed as the last of his load landed inside of her.
He took some time to let his heartbeat slow down and his breathing even out before pulling out of her.
Before she stood up, he stopped to admire the way his cum was already starting to drip out of her.
She turned towards him and leaned into him, hugging him. He stroked her hair and whispered into her ear about how wonderful she was, and how much he loved her. When they were good, they helped each other get dressed, and get ready to leave.
They were headed down the inside stairs, but he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back against him before she could open the door to get out.
“Did you learn your lesson about teasing me?” He growled into her ear.
“I’m not sure.” She chuckled. “I can be a bit of a slow learner. I might need a few more lessons.”