I barely recognize myself.
This video version of me taking his fingers as he grips my chin looks like… I shift in his lap. “I really do look like a dirty little slut.”
“It gets better,” he growls against my neck.
The phone moves. This is where I went to get condoms, and I watch as Shane sets it on the couch and adjusts the angle before taking his seat. “How many times have you watched this while you waited for me to wake up?” I whisper.
“A few.” His hand skates over my hip and down to cup my pussy. “Sore?”
“Yes.” I spread my legs a bit more. “But I don’t care. I’ll take anything you give me today.” Because it’s the last day. The last night. Tomorrow this ends, and I’m desperately afraid it’s already too late for me. It’s going to hurt to walk away and never seen Shane again, but what am I supposed to do? Max and I need a clean break. If I keep fucking Shane, eventually I’ll see Max again and that’s…
In the phone, I come back into the frame and there’s some shuffling as he rolls the condom on. As dirty as it felt to be riding his cock that first time, it looks even dirtier. Even in the freaking phone camera, I can see how big he is, how wet it gets me as I ride him. I watch his cock disappear into my pussy, watch my body roll sensuously as I ride him. “I look really hot.”
Shane chuckles and presses a finger into my pussy. I am sore, but I’m too turned on to care. He pumps slowly. “You like watching yourself.”
“I like watching us.” I try to hold still, try to focus on the video and not on lifting my hips to meet his hand. “I wasn’t sure when you said you wanted to record it, but this? This is sexy as hell.”
The recording of us switches positions and I meet my own gaze in the phone. I look completely unrepentant, so out of my mind that I don’t give a damn that I’m completely on display—that I’m actually into being on display. “I like watching you fuck me.”
“Mmm.” He just keeps up those slow strokes, as if he can do this all day.
We watch in silence for the rest of the video, and then I swipe to the next one. I squirm on his finger at the sight of him spreading my pussy and his tongue flicking over my clit, but it’s the way he watches me in the video that really does a number on me. The man looks at me like I’m his. Not just in sexy playacting. Actually his. As if he’s wanted this for so long, he can’t fucking believe he’s gotten it, and he’s not going to let it go without a fight.
That was only the first night.
I swipe again and there’s the picture of him with that exact expression in his eyes, with his mouth all over my pussy. “This one’s my favorite.”
“Mine, too.”
Pleasure builds in slow waves. I lean my head back against his shoulder. “Do you want me to send them to you?”
“Not yet.”
I twist a little to look at him. “What do you mean not yet?”
“Not yet,” he repeats. Shane sets me on the bed and then moves down to settle between my thighs. “It occurs to me that I promised to wake you up with my mouth, and I’ve failed on that count twice now.”
I take a slow breath and release the tiny flicker of frustration at him dodging my question. This is what I’m here for, after all. Orgasms. Fucking. Not to pepper him with questions that have nothing to do with either. Except… It was his idea to film us. Why doesn’t he want a copy of the videos?
Shane’s mouth scatters my thoughts like bowling pins. Once again, he’s treating this like the main event, like he could lick and kiss and tongue-fuck me all day and be completely satisfied with only that. I whimper and dig my fingers into his hair. “I love the way you eat my pussy. It’s like you never want to stop.”
“I can’t get enough of you, baby girl,” he murmurs against me. “Your taste is like a fucking drug. I don’t ever want to stop.” He circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, making me moan. “And when you sound like that? I could draw those sounds from you all fucking day.”
And then there’s no more air for talking. I expect him to tease me like he has before, to push me to the edge and then back off again and again. This morning is different. Shane’s going after my pussy like my orgasms are a secondary benefit. Like this is all for him and if I come, I come, because he’s not going to stop.