Her Redemption

6. Wanting more

Warning: sexual content

"And cut!" Melissa shouts.

I lay there still watching the way Bryan looks at me like he's not done. As if he wishes no one else was here right now.

Someone passes him wipes and instead of passing them to me he takes one out and wipes me. I lay there in awe, my heart feeling things I've never felt before.

No one has ever done that before.

"You guys were phenomenal!" Mark says enthusiastically as he passes us both robes. I sit up wrapping myself in the robe, slighting wincing.

Bryan notices my discomfort and smirks at me.

"That was really something." Melissa agrees with Mark giving us both water bottles.

I thank her and take large gulps feeling hot and it's not because of what just happened. No it's from the way he hasn't stopped looking at me even though others are speaking to us.

"We have one more shot of this scene, and then the husband comes in and then we're done okay."

They start explaining everything to us but my mind can't process how we're not done here.

"Are you good hun?" I look at Melissa and nod my head.

"10 minute break and then we're back! Let's go!" Melissa shouts grabbing my hand helping me up. We walk together to my room as fast as I possibly can ignoring the heated stare behind my head and the throbbing between my legs.

We reach my room and she locks the door instantly.

I pee in the toilet, wash my hands and then come back out to sit at my vanity.

"Wow." She says watching me.

I look in the mirror to see myself and notice my skin is glowing.
My lips are swollen, my cheeks are flushed, my hair is sweaty, and I have hickeys on my neck and chest.

Wow is right.

In my past scenes, it was always just strategic fucking. Never any intimacy even when I dated a guy I fucked years ago on camera was it like what I just experienced.

I brush my hair, fixing it up and my makeup since I had mascara filled tear stains on my cheeks.

I blush remembering why and palm my cheeks with my hands.

"That was intense hun." Melissa reads me very well.

It might sound weird to you because she just watched us but to them it's calculated work only.

"That looked like something I've never seen before." She proceeds speaking. "Do you think you can continue?"

If it were up to me we would never stop

"Yeah I'm fine, let's go."

We walk out together—I get back to the scene laying in the same position as before naked and exposed.

Bryan walks up to me already hard again like he didn't just come.

"You okay?" He asks. His British accent throws me off, making me wet again.

"Yes." I whisper feeling my cheeks heat up. But coincidentally so does his, as he nods his head in understanding.

We haven't started the scene yet waiting for everyone to come back.

I watch him touch my thigh with the tip of his fingers. Goosebumps rise and I shudder under his gaze.

"Can I touch you?" He whispers as his throat bobs watching the way my skin reacts to his touch.

We're not rolling but I know he has to be inside of me already in the beginning of the scene. I turn my head and Melissa nods her head walking towards her chair.

I look back at him "please." Spreading my legs wider for him.

He grunts in approval. No one is bothering us letting us do whatever we want.

Usually it's only on camera but the fact that this is happening is mind blowing.

He hovers me, kissing me, his hands touching my body everywhere he can reach moaning into my mouth when he feels I'm already wet.

He plunges a finger inside of me, I wince already sore from earlier and he looks at me.

"Does it hurt?" Concern evident in his eyes as he stops moving his finger.

"No" I whimper pulling his face to me and silencing his concerns. His shoulders relax and he starts moving his finger inside me again immediately adding another as I suck his tongue lazily, reveling the way he groans and starts gradually fucking me with his fingers.

"Okay we're back in one minute!" Marks yells.

Bryan stops and slightly pulls away breathing heavily still hovering me.

"I think you're good now." He says awkwardly getting up and slipping inside of me as Melissa yells action.

We fuck strategically for the next 15 minutes. Melissa telling us the angles of what looks best. The cameras in our faces.

Right now I'm on all fours against the fluffy white rug on the floor as he's pounding into me. I moan exaggeratedly and I know he knows because I'm not coming at all.

There's a camera in my face as I fake come and multiple cameras watching his dick slide in and out of me persistently.

I scream "Drake don't stop!" And he doesn't seem to like that either as he slaps my ass, pulls my hair and forces me to look up at him as he bends to me.

This angle changes everything as I feel myself clench around him suffocating his dick and my vision blurs. He places one hand around my neck and continues thrusting in me at an inhuman speed all while staring into my eyes.

His eyes tell me he knows how I feel and he knows exactly what I want. And just when I'm about to come a door opens and shuts loudly the sound resonating in the room.

"What the fuck?!" Oh shit.

Drake let's go and slips out of me in a hurry to put on his clothes as the scene changes into the husband coming home finding his wife cheating.

"This is what you do when I'm at work?!" The husband yells and I visibly flinch at his tone—which everyone notices.

The way the actor is talking and yelling at me triggers something inside of me. I get up wrapping myself in my robe apologizing to the husband, ignoring my silent tears on my face as he refuses to listen, wanting a divorce and leaves the house slamming the door all while Drake stands there awkwardly.

"And cut!"

I breath out a silent sob and then the worst of the worst happens.

There's a loud clap silencing the studio. I turn my head and see my real husband standing there in his dark blue scrubs furiously clapping his hands.