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FORD
Istep into my suite, lean against the door, and ready myself to take matters into my own hands. The sultry brunette with the come-fuck-me eyes is still fresh in my mind. With a flick of my fingers, the top button of my dress pants comes undone, and I quickly toe off my shoes before shoving my pants down my thighs.
I need the release.
I need it now.
My hand slips under the waistband of my boxer briefs and takes hold of my cock. Goddamn, I don’t remember when I’ve ever been this hard.
Who the hell is this girl?
Fuck sitting down. Fuck being alone in a darkened room. I’m doing this right here, right now, in the entryway of my suite.
I take my cock in my hand and my mind wanders back to the brunette. All the dirty things I want to do to her fill my mind.
She’s probably sweet like candy. I lick my lips as I tighten my grip. I want to taste every inch of her and devour her whole.
I wonder if she’s ever had a man like me – or any man – before. Most women haven’t met anyone that has my particular sexual appetite. I have proclivities the average male doesn’t possess.
I use women for my needs, taking everything from them and then demanding more. But once I have what I want, I give them whatever their heart desires. Treat them like the princesses they are, because I take care of what’s mine.
And I want that brunette to be mine.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I suppress a moan. My balls tighten as I work my hand up and down my shaft.
A thousand questions swirl in my brain as I continue to palm my dick.
What’s her name?
Why is she here?
How wet will her pussy get while I nibble on her perfect tits?
Will I be able to make her squirt for me?
Fuck, I love a squirter.
My hand pumps faster, up and down, until my body tenses.
The filthiest of images of the brunette under me as I pound my dick into her pussy from behind filter through my mind. On her knees, her lips swollen from my cock being shoved deep down her throat. Her arms tied above her head with satin as she begs for me and calls me Daddy.
I explode, coating my hand in thick streams of cum. It drips from my palm onto my shaft and into my boxer briefs. Shit, I haven’t made a mess like this since I was a kid. I normally have better control, but tonight, I’ve been unmanned.
With my opposite hand, I tuck my semi-erect cock back inside my ruined boxers, shuffle toward the wet bar to wash away my palmful of jizz, and grab a drink.
Thankfully, all my favorite friends - Jim, Jack, and Jose - are lined up on the counter. I pick up the bottle of Johnnie Walker with the blue label and pour myself a healthy shot. One sip, and it instantly warms my body; the second burns as it travels down my throat. I step out of my jeans and hobble over to the suite’s living room. I sink down in a plush velvet armchair and rub away the phantom pain in my thigh.
Underneath my clothing, my body bears many scars, but none deeper than the one on my thigh. A reminder of everything I lost the moment my life changed, and I retreated. A reminder that no matter how much I want the vision from the elevator underneath me, calling out my name, I have to stay away.
She’s no one, I tell myself. Just a stranger, who Nolan knows.
After finishing my drink, I pick up the script lying on the bar top. I need to read through the changes Nolan mentioned. Fuck me, I’m in for it this time. Prosthetic makeup and long, grueling days of late-night shoots in cold weather.
Why did I agree to do this again?
I already have shelves lined with glittering trophies and awards. I don’t need the accolades or the money, but I needed to get out of the house.
My phone suddenly chimes with a new alert. A headline flashes across my screen: Notorious Recluse Ford Harmon Rumored to Star in Archer-directed Drama.
