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split open by my size.”
    His dirty talk was really turning me on—the idea of pure pleasure mixed with a touch of pain had me gasping as he continued to fuck my clit. I could feel the build-up about to explode into a crescendo of emotion. He rammed me once more, and I felt myself coming hard. Really hard.
    “Oh, Jake, oh my God!”
    I was falling into a thousand pieces.
    His mouth was on mine—my climax so intense, rushing through my whole core like a tsunami wave—out of control.
    “Tell me you love me again,” I said, urgency in my voice, gripping his scalp with my nails.
    But he was silent—just kept kissing me like he hadn’t heard.
    “Say those words again you said earlier, Jake—tell me you love me.” Another spasm of orgasm ripped right through me.
    “Star, baby, I care for you,” he whispered.
    I was still coming but confused—my brain a haze. “You said you loved me, Jake,” I whispered back into his mouth.
    He mumbled, “Really, did I?”
    What ?? What the hell game was he playing ? I snapped back to Planet Earth—my climax after-shocks dying down, his new words a total 180 from twenty minutes before. “Jake you told me you loved me!”
    His lips tilted into a smirk and he finally let go of his cock: the “tool” that had completely undone me and turned me into this vulnerable wreck.
    “Star, baby, the first lesson any woman needs to learn is that if a man says he loves you while he’s simultaneously coming, you shouldn’t believe him.” He winked at me as if what he’d said was cute and funny.
    I pushed him off me—or tried to. He was strong. “What are you saying? That what you told me was bullshit ?” I turned my head to the side so his lips were no longer on mine, and pressed my hands against his chest, attempting to lever him away from me.
    “I must have meant them in the heat of the moment but—”
    “You asshole!” I shrieked. “Get off me!”
    “May I remind you that I was innocently having a shower and you stepped right in to join me, Star. Stripped naked and wanton—this was your idea, not mine.”
    I hated to admit it, but he was right. “Give me the conditioner and get out of the shower, asshole !”
    He chuckled again, and kissed me on the forehead, not taking my tirade seriously. “This is my shower! My trailer,” he said. “You’re my guest.”
    “Then you should treat your guests with more courtesy. Just hand me some conditioner for my tangled hair and I’ll be gone.” My heart was pounding through my chest. Fury. Disbelief. But at the same time the most pronounced anger I had was toward myself. Jake Wild was a player. Everyone knew that. He himself had admitted he was a sex addict, and that I should keep well away from him. And most importantly of all: Hellooo-o, Star ?? What were you thinking ? HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND !
    “I don’t have any conditioner, I’m sorry,” was all he said. Not, Baby, I didn’t mean it, of course I love you , but sorry because he didn’t have any goddamn conditioner?? ASSWIPE!!
    “Get out of my way, you worthless piece of . . . of . . . director,” I hissed at him, scrambling for the right words. “You’re in the wrong profession, Jake. You should be an actor instead. You had me pretty convinced, earlier, that you had real feelings for me, but it was your dick that was talking, not you. I suppose I should thank you for at least being honest.” I pushed him out of the way, shoved open the shower door and grabbed a towel. My hair was a matted mess—it was evident that, unlike his acting skills, his hair washing was less than professional. Ugh !
    “Star, I never made you any promises—where’s all this coming from? You knew the score. I thought you understood!”
    “Oh I understand, alright. I understand loud and clear, that you’re a two-timing jerk, that your ego is the size of the Empire State building, and that as long as you lie to women, you’ll never find happiness. I’ve been a fool to come anywhere