He curses under his breath as he sits deep in my mouth, pausing for a moment before sliding out again.
“Better,” he says, squeezing my jaw.
And then he plunges his cock into my mouth without restraint, with full, free access to me. I moan around his size, taking his dick so far that I choke on him again.
Niko seems to like it when I take it too far. He exhales, watching me from above as he pulls backward again, rewarding me for a moment by letting me breathe.
My lips stretch around him as he slides in again, more slowly and deliberately this time.
His cock even tastes good, neutral and surrounded by the scent of him. I give him a hard suck and swirl my tongue around his cock head, flicking his tip with my tongue as he pulls back a little. The way I can feel his every pulse and throb inside my mouth is maddening.
“You are so much more tolerable like this,” he utters.
And then I watch as he reaches for something on the nightstand.
With one hand, he grabs his phone.
Moaning around him is the only protest I can make right now.
He’s glancing over at it even as he keeps his cock firmly stuffed in my mouth, and he’s navigating to his camera app.
He hits record on a video, and in my peripheral vision, I see an image of my own face.
Cheeks flushed.
Lips slick.
Mouth parted.
With his tattooed hand cupping my jaw and his dragonfly necklace hanging beneath him.
And I’m taking Niko’s cock in the video like it’s a prize. Seeing him fill my mouth like that and seeinghishand on my face makes me ache even harder beneath my pants.
So hot.
I am so screwed for doing this.
Suddenly my mind shifts.
Reality clicks into place, like the sound of a gun’s safety being released right near my goddamn skull.
I put my palms against his thighs and shove him backward as hard as I can. He curses gently under his breath, still holding the camera so that it’s all being recorded.
“Post this video of us online and I’llendyou,” I tell him.
My words come out sounding disgustingly desperate.
“I have no intention of doing that.”
He reaches down and puts his fist around his cock, squeezing it hard, still inches from my lips.
He angles the camera so that his cock and my face are perfectly in frame, stroking his shaft like he’s trying to milk his cum out onto me.
I want to kill him for it.
“Then why the fuck are you recording?”
He breathes deep, still stroking himself slowly, as he leans over me.
