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CHARLIE'S POV

I’m officially fucked. I send the message to her insted of sending it to Walker. What now???? What the fuck do I do??

While I was going nuts I heard the director calling me, we are going to record some scenes until 3PM today. I need to rush, run as fast as I can to take the bath of my life and be the best smelling person in the world. I’m gonna triplicate my effords to smell good for her. She is kinda crazy with baths/smelling good, “Brazil things” Daniel said one time while we were talking about her during a break in filming the first episode of season 2.

The love of my life (that doesn't know that she is the love of my life, but will know in a few hours cause I'm going to confesse all of my feelings on my knees in front of her soon) came to Canada on an exchange program to finish collage, Biology. Coincidentally, Daniel’s family enrolled in the program to receive exchange students. They said that after Daniel moving the house was too quiet, must be, really, cause Daniel with his 29 years is as loud as 17 years old Walker.

With a sword on my hand, about to start interpretating Luke Castellan for the next hour, I should know all his lines but I don't remember any of them cause I can't take her out of my mind. Her hair drives me crazy, one of my weak spots. Her smile, her hair and her silhouette, the one that I dream every night. On top of me, sleeping wrapped in my arms or even just walking around my house. I understand Daniel parents, a empty house kinda is cruel. I know exactly who I need to bring to my house, or even better, who I need to steal. I'm a son of Hermes, right? Shouldn't be that hard. I expect, at least. She already drives me nuts being far away, imagine if she's close. That's exactly what I need for my life (and house).

When they scream “Action” I transform myself into Luke and forget the wolrd outside.

We'll met at 4PM princess.

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TIME BREAK

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4PM o'clock sharp, there I was. On her door. Waiting my body react and knock on the door. She said 4PM, not 4h01PM, I knock on a impulse and wait, nervously. My heart beats so fast it feels like it's about to break my ribs, I'm feeling like a child trying to watch cartoons in the middle of the night without being caught.

Before I thought how I would react, if I bended on my knees when she said it, get on my knees when she opens the door or I don't know being on my knees before she even opened the damn door. Before I could put my thoughts in order there she is.

Her perfume invaded my senses before I could see her. She is using a long rose nightgown with a overcoat, everything matching, her hair is falling perfectly on her face and she's obviously without bra— NO. NO CHARLIE NO. Control yoursel. You can't look at her perfect curves and….. NO. That's disrespectful!! But

— Charlie? Earth calling Charlie!! - She says laughing weaving at ny face while I come back from the universe. Oh my god. I was looking straight at her boobs, for fuck sake.

— Do you like what you are seeing, Charlie Bushnell? - she says with that voice tone that echoes in my mind, that drives me crazy every single second of my life. Not even the gods would know how much times I jerked off thinking about her whispering that hot ass brazilian accent on my ears while guiding my hands. Pure unadulterated sin. I would drink every single drop of that fountain. She's not just from cabin 12, but also a Dionysus devotee. A Maenad. A fucking Bacchante.

— Enter, *meu bem*. - She said. I couldn't open my mouth, I had a million things passing through my mind and I could only feel my dick pulsing inside of the thigh denim that I wore strategically to try to doesn't show the obvious erection that I knew I would have. The erection that my body tries to have every single time that I see her since the day that we met. The erection that she makes on purpose, she doesn't know but she has me in the palm of her hand. And my dick is her most loyal servant. I'm gonna make everything just to make her know that, I will beg and do whatever the fuck she wants. I just wanna be hers.

While I was almost having a heart attack she leads me inside her room, on the bench I see wine, a bunch of perfumes and flower. It is basically an offering, and I was totally down for it.

While I take “mind photos” of all of the perfumes on top of the bench she sits on the edge of the bed. Everything there was satin. How the fuck she made the bed linen be satin I don't know. The only thing that I actually know is the bed clothes are gonna be a big fucking mess after whe finish, literally. But I'm a gentleman so I just lean on the bench and wait for the commands of my future wife.

— You came here to say sorry, didn't you? - She says looking at me with a poker face, not even the actors can describe it, it's a mixture of happiness, anticipation, fear, wish, luxury.

— Technically ..... yes. But before playing your game I have a confession to make. - I say, completely serious, static.

Her smile gives me the green light I need to continue my plan.

I start walking slowly. It's her game, but it doesn't stop me from playing too. I bend on my knees, like she said on the message, like she ordered, like she was expecting for me to do it.

— You are the most interesting person that ever stepped on the earth. - I start my speech of a defeated men. Her smile shows me that I should continue. — You've been messing with my world since the day that I putted my eyes on you. Everything that you do is completely incredible. Your work as an actress, your studies, your friendships, the sweet way that you treat everyone, everything about you breaks me off. You healed wounds on me that I didn't even knew were open, the way that you act intrigates me drive me nuts. Every single day I cross my fingers to you wake up wanting to vist the set just so I could see you one more time. Your body language and the way that you speak fucks my mind in unknowing levels, and every time I get more insatiable. I want more of you, more of your meticulously calculated speeches, more of your hair hair flips that disarm me, more of your specific way of provoking me. You have full control of my mind and body, you play with me, play my game and take me for yourself. Every your touch on my body makes me tremble , excites me and makes me bordering on madness. The way that you move it's hipnotizing and gets me fucking hard. And taking advantage that I'm confessing that I feel in love with you of how much you drive me crazy and also taking advantage that you look like you're liking what you're seeing and hearing, everytime that I look at you I get more needy and my dick gets as hard as your cold stoned heart.

I say this last part playing with danger, like dancing in front of a hungry lion, testing the limits to see how far I can go.

She gaves me a warm smile, her hand burns in contact with my skin. I touch the back part of her knees firmly, feeling her skin burns against mine.

— My heart is not cold stoned, Bushnell. I just don't let any person enter until I'm sure it's worth having that person in my life. Took more time with you than the rest of the cast cause I noticed your intentions. I wanted to test your limits, see how far you would go to have me, to claim me. You passed in all of these tests. Now stop whining qct like the man you are. Claim your prize. Make me yours, as a sealing of a mating process. - She says to me way to calmly, almost worried.

— The act of mate sealing is sealed with sex, I know you know that, don't you? - I say hoping an answer, not as much as my cock, that pulses incessantly on the thigh space of my denim. She reads fantasy books, I've seen a lot of those on her shelves. I decorated all of the names and I'm secretly reading one by one.

— I know, meu amor. That’s exactly what I meant. - She says smiling with her hands resting on my cheeks holding mt face.

I get up slowly, so fucking slowly, as if I didn't want to scare the spectacle of nature that was in front of me. Her hands pull my face close to hers, my left hand goes straight to her waist pulling her closer to me, crossing the legs around my hips. My right hand goes to her hair, I firmly hold the base of her nape. Finally colliding ours lips. Before I was a lost man, without any hope or love, but now I'm complete. I've finally found my treasure. Wealth that I'm won't let go never.

Our tongues dance in perfect sincronization. The fight choreography that I never made it 100% perfectly got transferred to this kiss, and now, finally perfected. The sounds of her little moans just by humping herself against my jeans is driving me into madness, can't even imagine what her moans with my dick buried in that pussy are going to do in my mind. I will never be the same ever again. The cast better not wait for me cause I'm not going to that dinner. I have an buffet in front of me and let's say that the meat just fallen in the starving cannibals plate. Me.

While I lay her on the bed my hand sneak stealthily up her long silk nightgown until it found her hips. She's not wearing underwear. Oh my fucking god. I could cum just by knowing this, but I need to hold myself as much as I can. Continuing to lift her nightgown until I can see my biggest fantasy, and by biggest fantasy I mean, I have erotic dreams with her almost everyday, and every morning without missing a single one I wake up as hard as a rock and with a pre-cum stain on my underwear. This is when I don't wake up in the middle of the night in that situation. Fine ass woman Jesus Christ. Blessed be Daniel's family for bringing her to Canada.

I kneel again and she opens her legs without any hesitation, she wants it as much as I do. I lean towards her pussy, drooling, completely enchanted. I lick a long stripe on her intimacy and starts feeling her legs twitching, specially when I suck her clit. Excellent, thats a good start.

Start to work slowly on her pulsing magic spot, I only hear some shy moans, not on the full potential. So all I do is grab her thighs, placing them on my shoulders, and deepen my movements. That's better, the louder and more desperate her moans are, the better I know where to focus.

–Charlie—porra — use your fingers also — hum, pleasee ‐ She says with a certain difficulty, that gaves me even more gas to obey her orders. I want to hear her screaming my name until the end of the night.

I do what she said, I'm not crazy to not do what she wants. One finger in, she moans twitching babbling some words, but still in english. When the second finger comes in finally an portuguese babble. Whatever “seu desgraçado” means, that's what I want. Her accent and language drives me NUTS. It's a need having her cursing me with all of the portuguese bad words that exists. I kinda have a thing for crazy woman that curse me constantly.

Not much time after I start fingering her while sucking her clit I feel her walls clenching around my fingers. My balls hurt of how horny I am, but no one is gonna touch a finger on me before I make her cum on my mouth. She once joked with me that she practiced Kegel exercises on one day when that we were drinking at Tamara's house, but I didn't think it was true considering how much wine we had drunk. But apparently, she wasn't kidding. As I work on her coochie I hear her moanings getting louder and feel her walls pressing my fingers, with a simple movement of my hand “calling her” she cums. Twitching moaning my name, she closes her thighs locking my head on her swollen pussy, good or bad for her I guess cause I don't stop sucking her off, actually I do it even harder and with much more precision making her scream my name trying to move away my her from her intimacy. If I were to die suffocated in that pussy, I would die happy. I gradually stop when I see her having spasms with a tearful little face.

She looks at me with a smile that fucks my life and says “Not bad, Bushnell”

– Not bad? Listen, I admire with every single cell of my body, but I'll need to remind you something. You know that I love you, right? - I say smiling, getting up and positioning myself between her legs. – And you know that I respect you a lot.

She nods with luxury, like she knows what I'm going to say but can't help to hide the happiness from hearing it.

– Great. Cause I'm about to treat you like absolutely despise you. If you let me of course. - I say the last sentence faster than I intended, but it's still true. I won't do anything she doesn't want.

– So treat me like I'm your worst enemy. - She says with a smile in her face.

Right after having tge confirmation that I needed I take off my belt and pants. She bite her lips with a smirk. I pull my rock-hard cock out of my underwear and her eyes widen. I chuckle at her reaction.

I hold her by her waist and pull her closer to the bed, putting one of her legs on my shoulder and the other one holding on the back of her knee that almost touches the bed, besides being a pompoarist, she is also fucking flexible.

Then I remembered about the fuckass condom.

– Fuck, do you have a condom? I leaved my hotel room so nervous that I forgot to take it. - I say with a tone of disappointment, just bought it a brazilian brand before coming back to the hotel, just to make sure she is fully comfortable with our “interaction” and to make her see how much I want to fuck her with all of my love (even though the act is not gonna look like it's made with love).

– Don't need it vida. I have an IUD. - She says smiling as always, happy with my concerning and even more happy seeing my cock seem to have a life of its own just by hearing the portuguese nickname.

This woman is gonna be my ruin.

Without hesitating we come back to what whe were doing. This time with no worries about giving a niece to Daniel earlier than the expected

I brush my glans against her sensitive entrance and I can already see her squirming. Just by brushing my tip on her entrance I can see her squirming. Playing with it enough to see her writhing on the tip of my cock, seeking more friction. Now we're talking.

I position myself on her slightly swollen pussy and push it slowly, don't wanna brag about my extension, but I know my inches and don't want to hurt her.

I slowly move on top of her, analyzing her beautiful face. Her eyes rolling back and her mouth opening, feeling every inch of me, this is pure art, the kind she loves so much. She can take it,her pussy swallows my cock with absurd ease, like Lego. We fit together perfectly. Not everyone can handle 17cm.

– You ok? - I ask kinda worried, but anxious about what is about to come.

– Hurum - She moans affirming.

I start to move, still very slow, entering and getting out. Starting to hear her moanings getting louder and gasping.

With each thrust was a delicious torture, her pussy squeezing my duck with her pompoir-like tricks, our fluids mixing on her entrance and on my base, dripping between our things wetting the sheets. We are on heaven. Not even knocking Olimpus down would bring me the same feeling as fucking her.

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We change positions a few times, needing to stop and switch for me not cum with the frenetic shock of your bodies. If I didn't live on the gym I would had fall apart much time ago, she complains about the gym rat that I am, little does she know it's my secret to prepare my body to handle her all night.

My favorite position it's definitely on fours. Fucking god. She puts her ass on the air and lays on her boobs with her head on the sheets. That shit makes a perfect heart. I can feel our thighs colliding against me, my hands make the perfect fit on her hips letting me slap that ass as much as I want. Only Zeus knows how much I control myself to don't smack it every single thrust.

Felling her pussy clenching more than any other woman could do on my extension, that's the moment “I'm almost there don't stop”. I tap on her shoulder to get up kneeling on the bed so we get on the same position. Like that I can stimulate her clitoris while trusting.

With my dominant hand I slowly lower my touches on her and with the other I cup her boobs, thrusting as if there were no fucking tomorrow.

With the stimulation and the trusting she cums first, contorcing and squirming calling my name as if I didn't tear her down and make hers mine.

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After making her cum for the fourth time I let myself cum the first. Spilling my seeds inside of that tight pussy. Completely drunk by her smell, the pleasure and by her body. I was a defeated man. If she wanted to control me with high heels like that actress did with Di Caprio on “The wolf of Wallstreet” I would be totally down for it.

We start to slow down, catching our breaths making it more regular and what was savage starts to get tender. Still on this position, I caress her body, kissing her shoulders and neck, that finally start to relax, going over each hickey and bite I left on our night.

– How are you feeling? - I ask worried, went too hard for our first time. Just can't stop thinking looking to all of the bruises I left on her body. Hickeys and bites all over her neck and boobs, marks of my fingers on her waist, complete redness on her ass and a swollen red bright pussy.

– Feel great. I was needing a dick beating like that. You gave me exactly what I needed, Charlie. Almost said I love you everytime that you made me cum. - She says playfull accepting my affection.

– You don't? - I respond to her, waiting for an yes or another speech.

– I do. - She says, simple. Without any drama or hesitation. The feelings that were shut, now start to scream. – I love you, Charlie Bushnell.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.

If I ask her to marry me she would beat me the fuck up?

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TIME BREAK

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After getting out of the best bath of our lifes (mine at least) and cumming again, not even gonna talk about the head she gave me, I'm in fucking heaven, we lay down on the new mattresses. Thanks Zeus the room service works 24/7 and don't judge. The sheets were a completely fucking mess.

While she was looking for the corkscrew to drink the wine she left on the balcony to drink during for our conversation (which turned into sex faster than we thought) I picked my phone and read the cast group which made me let out a genuine laugh.

Ehh….. No fucking way I'm going to that dinner. The clock was marking 6h30PM, well, we are going to order some japanese food after eating each other alive on every surface of this room for 2 hours straight.

– What do you think about order Japanese food and eat watching a movie? - I speak somewhat worried about my situation regarding my position in the group, mainly because of Daniel. Soon after she came to Vancouver, she received the news that her parents had died in a car accident. Daniel's family promptly took her in as their daughter and took custody of her. They've officially been siblings for two years, but that short time hasn't stopped Daniel from becoming a big, protective brother.

– For me it's great! I'm a mess to go out right now, you kinda broke my back and legs. - She says laughing coming into my direction with the corkscrew and the wine bottle.

– Can you open it? I have no strength rn. I'll get the glasses.

As soon as she turns around, I'll respond to the group before opening the bottle.

I open the bottle and pour the wine on the glasses that she gave to me with a big smile on her face.

That's how we spended our night, with wine, japanese food and the movie that she picked (Demon hunters) and of course, another round right before sleeping.

Our life together barely started and I'll already say I'm not going to leave that woman, never.

As soon as I can, I'm going to buy the most expensive ring I can find and give it to her (the ring, not my butt. Not now at least...).

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