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My name is Saxton Maverick and I am a pussy-whipped porn star…
Did that get your attention?
I thought it might.
I proudly wear that badge, because that girl has my balls in her hand, literally on most days and figuratively.
So word on the street is I’ve been tamed by the good girl, yet I’ve never been hornier. The irony.
I half expected this whole project to bomb the second it went live. I kind of wanted it to. A peaceful week in New York with my girl is what I wanted. To just be…normal. No cameras, no viewers, no studio; just us. I think I’m entitled after having to share her with every fucking horny man on the planet for a month, or soon to be anyway. What I wasn’t expecting…
America’s hottest couple… Porn has crossed over, starting with us. It’s no longer forbidden, secret, and shameful. What have I done? Erotic love has never been more in demand.
We are icons.
Now we have shoes to fill, even after the cut, and what happens in New York doesn’t always stay in New York.
Let part two begin…
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“You going to be alright?”
I look over at her with a smirk firmly in place to avoid laughing. She looks like something of a zombie sitting beside me in the first class seat, waiting for takeoff. Her eyes finally start to blink again, and then she looks over at me, an expression of terror present. “What if we crash and die?”
“Well, I would imagine that our hearts would beat no more and life as we know it would cease to exist.”
She smacks the top of my arm. “Ow.” I laugh. “I’m just stating the obvious. There’s no need for hostile behavior . . . until later.” I wink.
“This is no time for your jokes, Sax. I’m freaking out. I’ve never in my life been on an airplane.”
I grab her hand and lace our fingers together. “There is always that possibility, but you’re more likely to die in an automobile accident than a plane. The odds are not very high.”
“But if I have a car accident I have a better chance of living.”
“If it’s our time to go, beautiful, it doesn’t matter where we are or what we’re doing. Nothing can stop it. By the way, what happened to living in the moment? I remember something of that nature being said in the middle of the Pacific Ocean not too long ago when the two of us were in possible disease and piss-infested water. I thought you were ready to walk on the wild side.”
She takes a deep breath. “Well, when you put it that way . . . ” She scoots back in her chair, aligning her back to the seat. The flight instructions ring through my ears. We’re about to takeoff. Releasing her hand, I buckle her in, making sure it’s tight.
I notice her staring at me from my peripheral vision. “What’s on your mind, beautiful?”
“You know . . . if I had to die, though, I’m glad it’d be with you, because then we’d still be together.”
A sharp pain registers in the organ that keeps my blood pumping through my body. I look up at her, trying to find my air. I grab the back of her chair in one hand and place my hand on her cheek, tracing the full bottom lip that I was tasting just hours ago. “I go first or we go together, because living a life without you is no longer a possibility.”
She smiles. “So you’d miss me?”
“You have no idea.”
“I love you.”
I smile. “I love you too.”
“Sir, we need everyone’s seat belts fastened for takeoff.” I sit back in my seat and do as instructed by the middle-aged flight attendant. “Is there anything I can get you once we’re in midair?”
I have an idea. “A blanket.”
She looks between us for a moment; surely knowing it’s not that cold in here, and then nods. “When the pilot gives the okay to remove seat belts I’ll bring one.” As she walks back toward the cockpit, I can feel Kambry’s eyes on me.
I turn my head, no doubt a cheesy grin on my face, especially after the look of confusion gracing hers. In three, two, one . . . “A blanket? Are you cold? We just entered September.”
“Why do you just assume I would be using it for warmth? They are also known for being used as a covering. Maybe I want to join the mile high club . . . ”
“The mile high club . . . ” Her eyes widen as it clicks. “Oh. Erm, how about no.”
“Why not? Are you becoming modest after all this time?”
The plane starts to roll down the runway. “No,” she says clipped. “Why would I be modest? I just don’t want to get in trouble. Plus, you had some last night and this morning. I wouldn’t want you to get tired of the goods.”
“Impossible. Your pussy is like crack. I only want more with each hit.”
“Is that so? Weren’t we always taught to just say no to drugs?” She grabs my hand as the plane lifts into the air, squeezing it hard. She looks tense.
“Shit happens. You seduced me with your body and I took the bait. Now, there is no hope.”
“I did no such thing.”
“You did. In a pool to be exact.”
“You were a hot stalker. What do you want me to say? I didn’t hold a gun to your head and make you touch me.”
“A hot girl asked me if I was gay. That is the same thing.”
She laughs and her shoulders drop, all the tension leaving her body. “I did do that, didn’t I?”
“Yep, so I only had one option.”
“Show you exactly how much I like lady parts.”
“I think you’ve done a fine job of that. My lady parts went from being covered by invisible cobwebs to in use pretty much constantly.” She gives me that witty smirk, her eyes settling on mine.