Balancing herself on her elbow, she starts to play with her tit with her free hand, plucking and tweaking the nipple to add to her pleasure.
I fist my cock through my jeans and give it a squeeze just to relieve some of the pressure. I bite back a moan of my own. What I’d give to have those lips parted and ready to take my cock. What I’d give to have her gag on my length, to watch her cheeks hollow as she swallows it whole.
I’m so lost in the fantasy of fucking the shit out of that pretty little mouth that I almost missed her picking up the vibrator. The sound of it being switched on draws my attention, and my body temperature spikes once more as she brings it to her breasts and circles each one in a figure-eight style, teasing her flesh, playing with her heightened sensations.
“Mmm,” she moans out, watching as the toy jiggles her tits. She touches the tip of it to a nipple, and her head falls to the side, hair cascading over one shoulder like ribbons. She doesn’t last long, and thank fuck because I want to see what happens when she touches it to her clit.
The vibrator trails down her flesh like her fingers once had until it reaches her mound. She skates it around her pussy, testing herself for what’s about to come, and then she dips the tip inside. It comes out soaked as hell.
I bring my bottom lip in between my teeth as she touches it to her clit. She bucks and hisses, backing off for just a second to get over the shocking sensation of the vibrator.
And fuck me, she touches it again, and her entire body quivers. Her next moan comes out shaky, and I curl my toes in my shoes to keep from moaning myself as a little of her arousal drips out of her pussy. The urge to lean forward a few feet and lap it up makes every muscle in my back tense.
Her head falls back when she begins to circle, and I order, “Eyes on me.”
She rolls her head around until she latches her gaze on mine. Her eyelids are drooped and hooded, her breaths heave through loose lips, and her eyebrows are pinched. The look is fucking beautiful, but I don’t capture it on the camera. That look is only going to be for me.
Before I’m ready, she drops her gaze to her pussy and watches as she pleasures herself. Her thighs shake violently, and if it were me pleasuring her, I’d open them wide and hold them down, forcing her to take it.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers on her next exhale.
“Does it feel good, mama?”
“Yes,” she groans out, her brows pinching further. She bites into her bottom lip, and the deepest moan rattles in her chest, and it’s then that I know she’s close.
Gripping my cock with my free hand because the pressure is almost too much to bear, I move the camera to her pussy with her face in sight in the background. She’s making small little circles with the vibrator, and the pace begins to increase as she chases an orgasm.
One second, she’s trembling, and the next she throws her head back, screams, and stiffens. Her orgasm takes hold, and her body breaks out in a fine sheet of sweat. Icapture the whole damn thing on camera, and it burns into my goddamn brain.
I’ll never forget this moment. The rigidness. The sounds. The smells. The damn view is hot as hell. And all too soon, she finishes and slumps against the bed.
I switch off the camera, knowing what I just recorded was gold. The room falls silent except for breathing, and I didn’t realize it until now, but her breaths are not the only ones in the room that are labored. Because I’m so damn turned on, mine are just as ragged.
Standing back to my feet, I know I’m going to fuck the shit out of my hand when I get home, rewatching this and making the edits myself. I turn and roll my neck to relieve the tension and then set the camera back onto the tripod.
With my back still to her, she asks, “Was that good enough?”
I swallow thickly – because literally all I can smell is her orgasm – before I turn around and meet her gaze. Truthfully, I answer, “I’ll let you know.”
I can’t tell her here and now that she has the job. I know what I recorded will be popular, but I can’t bank on it. It has to be uploaded to our website and rated by viewers, and if she gets enough interest, I’ll bring her on.
And if it doesn’t . . . well, I don’t want to think about what would happen if I don’t get to seethatagain.
“Okay,” she whispers, gathering herself up into a seated position.
I tip my head to the clothes on the floor. “Get dressed.”
She scowls at me. “That’s it?”
I raise my eyebrows and try like hell not to look at her body. “The interview is over.” Even though I don’t want it to be. “There’s nothing left to discuss.”
“Okay,” she whispers again. She slides across the bed and puts her feet on the floor to stand. The shyness is gonefrom her, but curiosity is set in the way she peeks at me over her shoulder. I try not to visibly show my thoughts, but I can’t help but wonder if she can see my erection or if she’s choosing to ignore it and what it means: that I fucking want her.
“I don’t have a phone to call someone to pick me up,” she murmurs as she slides on her underwear.
I nod a little. “I’ll be giving you a ride.”
She flicks her eyes to me, and for a split second, I see a sliver of fear before she masks it and nods indifferently.
