The Script

Chapter 1

Amelia Swan

"Taping's done,guys! Back to your own personal businesses,and don't forget,tomorrow! Be right here on exactly 8:00 o'clock! You know how I hate late comers!" Director Bob hollered while we bustled about and started talking.

"Okay,Bob. I must go now,good-bye!" I said,before going towards him and pecking his cheek.

"Back to lil' Peter Phillips,ey?" He teased,making me smile.

"'Course." I said briefly before waving good-bye and walking outside.

I opened the door of the studio and smiled when I noticed the warm air engulfing me. I closed my eyes while I breathed the fresh air - which wasn't really available inside.

"I see someone's liking the fresh air." Someone said,and I opened my eyes.

My smile grew when I saw my boyfriend,the Peter Phillips that loved me for who I am.

"Hey,babe." He said gently,before hugging me.

"It's been so long,babe. I missed you like hell!" I complained,before jumping in his arms.

He laughed,and threw his black-haired head back.

"It's just been half a day,baby. But if you miss me so much..." His voice trailed off,and his hands touched my a**.

He squeezed it tight,which made me moan on his chest.

"F*ck,babe. I'm getting hard," He groaned,when I started kissing his neck.

"Pet's go to somewhere private," He advised,before walking towards his car and putting me on the backseat.

He rested his hands on the space next to my head;both sides,and slowly leaned in. It was a hungry kiss,and I could barely keep up. I gasped when something hard hit my thighs.

"Peter..I-i....I d-don't th-think..." I stammered,while his hands slipped through my underwear.

"W-we c-can't have s-sex i-n th-the b-b-backs-seat..." I moaned,while his hands kept rubbing my clit hard.

"Yes we can,baby.." He groaned,before almost ripping my panties and sticking his face in between my legs.

This was so wrong. We can't have sex in the backseat.

"P-peter please!!!" I cried out,pushing my area further into him.

His tongue gave my clit very harsh licks,which made me moan mouth loud.

"Peter....." I panted,dizzy of the pleasure in my hips.

"Oh,baby..." I moaned,when he started finger-f*cking me.

"Baby,Amelia....All mine," He murmured,before attacking the shirt I was wearing.

He ripped it off,which made me gasp. His hungry eyes settled on my bra,and he quickly removed it. I was left bare before him,which made me blush.

"Beautiful,perfect...My Amelia," Peter mumbled,before squezzing my left breast and licking the right one.

"Sh*t,baby!! Aaaah!!!" I screamed,arching my back,but he held me down.

"Don't move." He demanded,before pulling away from my chest and kissing my neck.

His teeth played with my collarbones,and left hickies app over my chest and neck.

"Peter....." I mumbled,growing hungry for his touch when he pulled away to slip from his clothes.

His tall length surprised me,even though I've seen it multiple times.

"Baby,Amelia..." He said,cupping my face as if I was his most precious possession;I was.

"F*ck me...F*ck me,Peter." I panted,still aching for his touch.

He chuckled a little,before harshly entering me;without warning. I gasped,and my eyes got wide. The pleasure I was feeling was unbearable,and I wanted more. I grinded my hips against his,making both of us moan in unisound.

"A-amelia....So..T-tight," He groaned,his eyes screwed close.

I gasped when he started thrusting harder and going faster and deeper.

"Aaaaaaaaah!!!! Peter please!!!" I begged,wanting more than what I was receiving.

I was no longer controlling my body,and I grabbed his hair and pulled at it,making him let out a groan.

"I....Al-almost..." I moaned,making Peter cover my mouth.

"Hold it i-in,baby...N-not y-yet," He managed to stutter while I wrapped my legs around his waist to make him go deeper.

"Sh*t!!!!!!" I screamed out,pulling on his hair while he softpy held my neck.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!! Peter!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed,begging for mercy.

I panted when he started pulling out,leaving me hungry for his d*ck again.

"N-next time,I won't get you so horny..." I mumbled,before cuddling to his chest.