Organized chaos. Just like her.
“Over there,” she said, directing me to the pink slipper chair in the corner of the room.
“Okay.” I planted my hands on my hips when I was finally seated. “Now what?”
She looked at me through the viewfinder. “It’s missing something. One second.”
My cock twitched when she bounced out of the room. That was going to make for one hell of a photo when she got back.
Me, half-mast, in a pink chair.
“Perfect.” Nelly’s melodic voice drifted down the hall. I clenched my jaw when she rounded the corner, this time holding my velvet Santa hat. “That’ll do it,” she said, plopping it on my head.
“Nellie, I—”
“Look fucking hot.” She swirled a hand through my chest hair and arched her brow. “Now be a good boy and smile for me.”
If only it were that easy.
Talking her through her orgasms while bending her this way and that? My pleasure. Ordering her to swallow my cock and rewarding her efforts with some light pussy taps? Simple.
But letting her lead, sitting back while all eyes were on me—even if they were just hers—was a different story.
“Hm,” she said, setting the camera aside after a few shots. “I think we can do better than that. Maybe you need some inspiration.”
She stood up from her spot on the rug, turned to face the kitchen, and promptly slid out of her panties. Slowly.
My blood boiled, simmering in my veins as my vision turned hazy. I sucked in a deep breath when she spun back around and removed the bows from her nipples, taking special care to play with her breasts before reaching for the camera once more. Timidness flitted across her face, but it was quickly squashed by want, unabashed hunger.
This time, I was on the menu.
Her gaze jerked down my chest, over my soft belly, to where my cock was threatening to punch a hole through my boxer briefs. I groaned when her tongue darted out to lick her lips.
“What do you want?” I palmed the outline of my cock through the fabric, hissing between clenched teeth when it throbbed against my thigh. “Tell me, Janelle.”
She swallowed audibly. “I want you to touch yourself.”
That’s my girl.
I did as she asked, quickly yanking my briefs down my thighs before closing a fist around my hard, throbbing cock. She watched with rapt pleasure as my hand pumped up and down, humming softly when after a few strokes. I used my other hand to cup my balls.
“Janelle?”
“Wh-what?” she stammered, her cheeks now stained bright red.
“Pick up the camera, baby,” I rasped. “I’m about to give you your money shot.”
Chapter Ten
Christmas Day
Nellie
Christmas Day
“Meowy Christmas.”
Austin rubbed the sleep from his eyes and moved closer to me. “What did you do?” he asked, voice rich with humor.
