Her hair is splayed across the pillow her head is resting on, waves that curl around her wrist as she clutches the plumpness of it. The other hand is between her thighs, nearly hidden by the bend of her knee. But I know what she’s doing. I can practically smell it.
A soft moan escapes her mouth, her closed eyes scrunched in concentration, and I instantly go hard.
I wasn’t expecting her to be in here. I certainly wasn’t expecting her to be naked and pleasuring herself. When I left her, she was in the living room.
But now? Fuck…
“Mama,” I growl as I head around the end of the bed to get a good view of what she’s doing to herself. “This is a dangerous game you’re playing.”
I can already feel my resolve to win this wane and crumble.
She slowly opens her eyes, leaving them half hooded, and pins them on me. But she doesn’t stop, not as her lips part at the sight of me, not as I give her a glare that I don’t mean, and not as I remind her in a deep murmur, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Her fingers continue to circle her clit at a leisurely pace, building herself to the edge while I watch, enthralled. I turn to my dresser, open a drawer, and pull out a camera. When I swivel back to her, her back ishalf-arched off the bed. She’s close, and fuck if it isn’t hot.
I snap the picture. I want this burned into my mind, and when I go to prison, I’ll have this picture, this moment, to look back on.
Setting the camera on the bed, I seize her hips and yank her down to the edge of the mattress. Then, I get to my knees on the wood floor, grasp her knees, and spread her thighs wide. Her fingers strum along and, unable to help myself and keep myself in check any longer, I lean forward and nibble the inside of her thigh before sliding a finger into her wet folds.
Her wet pussy greedily takes my finger, pulling it in to the knuckle. The bed jostles as her hips buck, and I grin against her skin. I may not have won the first game, but like hell am I not going to win this one, the one where I make her scream harder than she’s ever been able to.
I rotate my finger the opposite way and press against her G-spot. I’m rewarded with the most delicious moan that comes from the back of her throat. And then I add another finger, and she hungrily pushes her center against my hand.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her skin before I start fucking her with those fingers. Her arousal smells so damn good that I reach down and grip my own cock just to relieve some of the strain. I bite back my own sounds of pleasure and stroke a few times.
“Mmm,” she hums, and grips the comforter tight with both hands, holding onto the feeling of my fingers fucking her, of my fingers curling to hit just the right spot at just the right moment.
Her pussy glistens in front of me, calling me to have a taste just to see if it’s as good as it smells. I don’t wait long before I flick my tongue against her swollen clit. She hissesbetween her teeth, and I tuck a growl of approval deep in my chest. Fuck, she tastes so damn good.
I do it again and again until she’s a writhing mess and she’s rotating her hips against my tongue. Removing my fingers, I pin her down and pull her clit into my mouth, sucking while sliding my tongue along her tight bud. That’s all it takes. She shatters with a scream, her head thrown back and her tits pushing toward the ceiling.
Watching her fall apart like this… God, I wish I was recording this. Not for anyone else’s eyes but for mine to watch whenever the hell I wanted.
When she finally comes down from it, she’s a sweaty, heavy-breathing mess. She looks at me with those doe eyes, silently begging me for more, and I have every intention of giving it to her. I have drawn the conclusion that there is nothing I’d deny this woman.
I grip my cock and pump slowly a few times as I gather myself to my feet. With my other hand, I pick up the camera and line myself up with her entrance. Together, we watch as I push the tip in, and then I snap the picture.
“Please, Nix,” she whispers huskily.
I raise the camera to show the rest of her face, that pinched eyebrow, pleading eyes, and loose lips look. Fuck, that face. Thatlook.And it’s directed at me.
I’ve had sex with plenty of women. I used to be the one in the videos, but this? Her? It’s not just her instant fame. It has nothing to do with that. It’s physical chemistry. Emotional compatibility. It’s everything. And it’s . . . “Mine,” I growl as I drop the camera, grab her hips, and slam into her.
Her eyes fly wide. She gasps as I fill her, and I tilt my head toward the ceiling and sigh out with sweet fucking relief. Her pussy ripples around my cock, soaked and hot,tugging it deeper and deeper as she pushes against my pelvis.
My grip on her hips tightens, and I look back down to where we’re joined. Her pussy has me swallowed whole, and my balls tighten at the sight of it.
“Please,” she nearly sobs. “Please, Nix.”
Smirking, because my girl wants me, isdesperateforme, I pull out and slam back in. “Like that, mama?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, so I do it again.
My grip on her thighs has to be painful, but I’m doing everything to hold on to her because she’s trying to fuck me herself. Her hips attempt to swivel against my groin, but I hold firm, forcing her to feel every inch while taking my precious time.
Slowly, as if I have all the time in the world, I pull out and push back in. I hook her knees around my ribs and give her a different angle, one that I know will hit a spot. She closes her eyes and groans as my leisurely pace builds her to her next climax.
I let go of one of her hips and run a hand up her stomach before reaching her right tit. I trail my finger around the mound before flicking the tight nipple. Goosebumps pepper her flesh.
