“I need you inside me.”
I glance at the cameras, then back at her.
“Do you want everyone to see what a hungry little slut you are for my cock?”
She nods. Her pupils are blown out, her cheeks flushed the prettiest red, and my heart hammers in my chest at the sight of her, desperate for me.
I slam into her in one deep thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, clutching onto me.
“That’s it,” I groan. “Take every fucking inch.”
Her pussy clenches around me as I stretch her open and I swear I see stars.
Just like Saturday night, I don’t take my time. Her chants drip from her lips like thick nectar as I pump my cock inside her. My balls grow heavy, desperate to come as I watch the camera, hoping Harrington can see me taking what’s mine. The hand holding her steady against me grips and kneads her soft flesh. I snake my hand between us, seeking out her hot swollen clit, strumming my thumb over it. Her moans kick up in volume and I lose myself to oblivion as I piston my hips, rutting into her shamelessly.
“Ah!” she gasps. “S-so good.”
“Feel that?” I groan, and she nods frantically. “That’s the only cock this tight little pussy is going to get. Understand me?”
“Y-yes,” she whimpers. “Only yours.”
My thumb kicks up in speed as her pussy walls begin to flutter, and I can tell she’s getting close.
I use my knees to pin her open as wide as possible. She’s loving it, arching her back and shifting her hips to take more of me, begging me to go harder and faster. I meet her, thrust for thrust. I look down at where our bodies join and I know I’m about to lose the battle. Knowing we’re being watched spurs me on even more.
Her mouth drops open on a low, keening moan. “I’m co—I’m—”
She doesn’t finish her sentence, breaking off as her inner walls ripple around my cock, making her impossibly tight. The dam breaks and I lose it, swelling and spilling and exploding into her as I come.
“That’s it,” I grunt, my voice raw. “Take my cum, sweetheart.”
My lips find hers and I suck her tongue into my mouth. Releasing my hand from her clit, my hand finds her throat, holding her in place as I continue to spill inside her.
Her breathing is ragged against my neck, and she remains still, clinging onto my shoulders, as if she’d float away if she let go.
I don’t move.
I don’t pull out.
I can’t.
The idea of putting distance between us feels inherently wrong. Like if I move, even an inch, we’ll both fall apart.
Gemma blinks up at me, catching her breath. Her eyes are glassy behind her frames, her pupils still eating up the color of her irises. Her glossy lips are parted, and her hair is strewn around her shoulders. There’s no teasing mischief left in her eyes, not anymore.
She’s so breathtaking it hurts.
I drop my forehead to hers, our breaths tangling, like we’re breathing each other in and out.
I don’t want to let you go.
I’m still holding her legs wide and they tremble slightly where they’re wound around my waist.
She glances at the cameras before dipping her face to my neck, nuzzling into me. “Someone saw all of that. It’s still blinking red.”
“I’m assuming so, yes,” I say, keeping my voice even.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
