After making sure the coast was clear, David sneaked off carefully with Monica who clung to him, snuggling against his neck. After carrying her to his car, he lowered her gently into the passenger seat, and got in the driver seat.
Monica sighed as she streched her sore body. She adjusted her dress to hide the marks he left on her with a light blush, spraying some perfume to cover the smell of sex.
She replied to David who looked at her amused. "What? You want me to go back while reeking of your cum? As much as fun that sounds, I would have to pass on that...for now." She winked.
David shook his head. "You are really something." His hand careseed her inner thigh, making her breath hitch. But she opned her legs to allow him to touch further. He smirked after his finger brushed over her pussy. "Someone's wet again. No panties?"
She moaned softly, leaning towards him." Don't tease me now dear. I'm rather... sensitive after what we did." She gasped as he took back his fingers from inside her. "You tore my panty, so I threw it away. Now~oh, drive before I lose my mind again."
He chuckled and started the car.
The drive to her hotel was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound between them. Monica sighed softly, and stared at him with eyes full of longing, leaning closely.
Her hand found its way to his thigh, squeezing gently, feeling the powerful muscle there, sensijg the strength that had driven into her again and again.
"You are quite strong, David. Are you into bodybuilding as well?" She asked curiously.
He chuckled. "Nope, just built that way. Why, are you complaining?"
She bit her lip. "Definitely not complaining. I'm glad I met you tonight. You have cleared my mind from the stress and worries."
He smiled. "I told you. I kinda went overboard, though. You are too sexy to resist. I wanted to make you unable to forget me."
She giggled. "My charming prince. You know just the right things to say."
In the shadowy parking lot of the Beverly Wilshire, he stopped the engine. The silence was heavy for a moment.
Then she turned to him, and he was already on her, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, claiming kiss. One hand tangled in her still-damp hair, the other groped her tit through her dress, his fingers finding her nipple and pinching it hard.
Ah! David! She moaned into his mouth, her back arching, pushing her breast harder into his hand. The pleasure was sharp and immediate, her body responding instantly, ready for him all over again. She was addicted to his touch.
"You are turning me on again. But we can't do it here."
David chuckled as he held her tightly, her hand massaging her ass. "Don't worry. I know you are tired. It's just hard to control when you have such a beautiful woman in your lap."
She laughed and pulled him in again. "You are such a gentleman. Almost feels unbelivable after what you did to my body."
When they finally broke apart, she was panting. "I… I have to go," she said, her voice thick with genuine disappointment. "I have a flight to catch at noon."
She hesitated, suddenly looking vulnerable, a famous mature actress reduced to a nervous girl. "Will I… can I see you again? I don't want this to be a one-time thing."
David looked at her, his intense eyes roving over her flushed face, her swollen lips, and the magnificent curves.
"Look, as much as I want you to be entirely mine, I've got a girlfriend," he stated bluntly. "Scarlett. She's… cool with me fucking around.
But I'll still have to talk to her about you. About this. But if she is cool with it, and you don't mind sharing, we can work it out."
Monica's heart sank for a moment, then soared. He was considering it. He wanted this to be more than one night.
She sighed, a happy, relieved sound, and kissed him again, soft and slow this time. "I will not forget this night, or you." she whispered against his lips. "If you want… we can do this again. Whenever you want."
She took his phone from the console, her fingers brushing his, and entered her private number. " Call me whenever you want." She sighed and gave him one last kiss.
David caressed her face gently, realization dawning as to how deep an impact he made upon her. "Thank you for this wonderful night, Monica. I'll definitely call you. Maybe you can come visit my house next time."
She smiled. " I would love that."
She called her assistant, and within moments, an efficient-looking woman appeared, helping Monica from the car, shielding her from any prying eyes.
She stared at David scrutinizingly, wondering what he did that made Monica so reluctant to part with him.
Monica glanced back at David one last time, a hungry, promise-filled look, before disappearing into the hotel.
David leaned back in his seat, a slow, disbelieving smile spreading across his face.
"Holy shit," he whispered to the empty car. "I just fucked my childhood crush in every way imaginable, and she wanted more !
She even let me film myself fucking her! Three cheers for peak human stamina!"
The scent of her perfume still filled the car. He put the vehicle in drive, his mind already racing, heading home. "Now then, time to get some rest. It's almost sunrise. Wonder if Scarlett's up?"
He was a little worried. Although Scarlett told him to have fun, it was awkward to tell her about it. He would have to take her out on a nice date tomorrow. Even if she's supportive, he didn't want to take it for granted.
The morning sun filtered through the half-open blinds, washing David's living room in a soft, golden hue. The city outside was only beginning to wake—the distant hum of cars, the lazy call of a bird perched on a telephone wire.
David pushed open the door and stepped inside, exhaustion and satisfaction tangled across his face. His shirt was open at the collar, displaying the love bites; his jacket was slung over his shoulder, and his hair was tousled by the long night.
To his surprise, the smell of fresh coffee drifted through the air. In the kitchen, Scarlett was barefoot, wearing one of his shirts, and humming to herself as she flipped pancakes. Her blonde hair was tied up messily, sunlight catching the edges of her smile.
David leaned against the doorway, watching her for a moment. There was something grounding about her presence, after the chaos of Hollywood nights, she was the one thing that felt real.
He walked over quietly and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"Morning babe," he murmured.
Scarlett smirked without turning. "Just getting back from your conquest?"
David blinked. "What, how did you—"
She laughed, turning her head slightly toward him. "You reek of expensive perfume, and that's definitely not mine. Let me guess… some actress at the party? Regular groupies don't catch your eye if the past few months are proof."
David chuckled nervously. "You should've been a detective, not an actress."
Scarlett turned fully this time, eyes glinting with amusement. She rested her arms on his shoulders and kissed him softly. "Why are you acting guilty? I told you to go have fun. I know you always hold back with me, and I'm grateful to have such a caring boyfriend, but I want you to be happy too. So, who's the lucky lady? Someone I know?"
David hesitated, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Monica Bellucci."
Scarlett stared for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Sure. And I had dinner with Brad Pitt last night. Don't lie, babe. She's a little above your level."
David feigned offense, clutching his chest. "Wow. That hurts. I was being honest. And Brad was also there last night at the party."
Scarlett folded her arms, still grinning. "Really? You and Monica Bellucci? That's… hard to believe. Though, you always did have a thing for older women."
"Want proof?" he teased, pulling out his phone. "You might want to put that spatula down first."
Scarlett arched an eyebrow. "Oh, this I've got to see."
She took the phone, and her teasing expression froze. On the screen, there was a photo. Monica was laying in the bed in all her glory, her tits covered in cum, her hair a little messy, but her smile radiant and seductive. It was clear she enjoyed it.
Scarlett blinked, then looked up at him slowly. "That's… actually her."
David grinned. "Told you."
Scarlett shook her head in disbelief. "How do you even do that? You meet a woman once, and suddenly she's taking nudes for you covered in cum, smiling like she's known you for years."
"Charisma," he said, mock-modestly. "Or maybe I'm just very persuasive."
Scarlett narrowed her eyes, stepping closer. "Persuasive, huh?"
"Among other things."
"Wait, what's the next one? " Scarlett pressed play on the video before David could stop her.
Heartfelt moans filled the kitchen as Scarlett watched her boyfriend pounding the mature actress without holding back. She blushed furiously and closed the video. "You! You even took a video! Are you out of your mind!"
He chuckled awkwardly. " Heat of the moment, babe. She didn't mind."
For a moment, the kitchen filled with an awkward silence. The smell of pancakes lingered, and the coffee machine hissed softly.
Scarlett reached up and brushed his collar.
"You really are impossible, you know that? " she said with a chuckle.
David smiled faintly. "That's why you love me."
"Maybe," she whispered. "Or maybe I just like proving I can handle you better than anyone else."
He leaned down, his forehead brushing hers. "Good luck with that challenge."
She smirked and pushed him playfully toward the counter. "Breakfast first. Then we'll see who wins."
David hesitated, then spoke. "She mentioned not wanting it to be a one-time thing. So in future, we might..."
Scarlett looked at him with widened eyes. "Wait, did you fuck her so good she fell in love? Are you kidding me!"
David laughed. "It's not love exactly. She's a nice, beautiful, woman, and single. Not sure if we can have something together, but I won't force anything. But I don't want her to go on like this if we end up together later. Not a fan of the European movies full of nudity."
Scarlett snorted. "Yeah, I know. You kept going on for an hour about how I can't do any sexually explicit scene in movies or show skin. You don't want your woman to be seen naked by anybody else. I remember.
But maybe give her time to affirm her feelings first. If she wants to be with you still, that's fine with me. I want someone to keep you satisfied when I'm away shooting. God knows you have too many girls trying to get into your pants."
She then added with a grin. "Now sit back; I'll bring breakfast. You must be starving."
David laughed, taking a seat as she returned to the stove. "Yes ma'am."
"By the way," she added, flipping another pancake, "you might want to call Harvey later. I think he mentioned something about finalizing some paperwork today."
David nodded. "Yeah, I'll check in. He's probably already yelling at some poor intern."
Scarlett poured him coffee and sat beside him, finally relaxing. "You know… I used to worry about this. About all the women, the attention, and the fame. But watching you achieve all this, I think I get it now."
He looked at her, curious. "Get what?"
"That you're not doing it for the fame , women, or the money. You're doing it because you actually loveit. the creation, the challenge, the chaos. It's… kind of sexy."
David smiled quietly. "Guess I'm lucky then."
Scarlett raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?"
"Because I get to build my dreams, and come home to the only person who keeps me sane."
Scarlett's teasing smile softened into something warmer. She reached out, taking his hand. "That's why I love you. You don't pretend or fake things. Don't ever lose that, David. Not for anyone."
He squeezed her hand gently. "Promise."
The city outside was now fully awake, but inside that sunlit kitchen, time felt slower,just the two of them.
coffee, laughter, and the quiet understanding that fame, success, and madness meant nothing if you didn't have someone to come home to.