In my fantasies, it was the only safe way to give him power. Now, it will be very real, but nothing about it is safe.
“I-I would get really lost in the fantasy, and I—” I whimper, my thighs tensing as I get closer. “I wouldn’t let myself come until you allowed me to.” Then, I rush out, “I know it was technically me, but I always imagined it as you.”
His gaze sharpens until even the smallest eye movement feels like he’s gliding a knife along my flesh.
“Please let me come, Kellan,” I whisper desperately.
“God dammit, Rev,” he hisses.
Like a light switch, his pupils dilate until only a sliver of blue remains. He appears to check out, driven only by pure, animalistic lust. He tosses his phone beside me and then nearly rips the vibrator from my hand, quickly turning it off before tossing that to the side as well.
I mewl out my disappointment, my hips instinctively rolling, seeking the pleasure he so callously tore away.
“Kel—” Before I can finish, he bows and sweeps his tongue over my clit.
I cry out, my eyes crossing as I dive my hand into his hair and pull tight. My hips undulate against his mouth as he relentlessly licks and sucks while I struggle to pump the dildo with him in the way.
He notices immediately, knocking my hand away and taking over. My head kicks back when he drives the toy deep inside me, twisting it back and forth as he pumps it.
“Oh my—fuck, Kellan!” I gasp, my other hand flying to the sheet to grip it, except it connects with his phone instead.
I don’t even think about what I’m doing. I pick it up, see the video is still recording, and angle it past my thigh from the side, ensuring it gets a clear shot of both his face and my pussy as he eats me and fucks me roughly with the dildo.
The camera offers a much better view to watch him, but it’s too much to take. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
Wetness practically pours from my entrance, and his tongue is relentless as his eyes watch me.
“Kellan, fuck, I’m gonna come. Pleaseletmecome,” I say, the words practically spilling out of my mouth.
He pulls away just long enough to growl, “You better drown me, Rev. Right fucking now.”
And then, he furiously flicks his tongue across my clit in a come-hither motion, sending me skyrocketing over the edge.
I see stars, and then I explode with a sharp scream. My thighs snap around his head, and I think I drop the phone, because both hands fist his hair as I mercilessly grind against his face.
I come so hard, I feel every blood vessel in my head strain. The sounds from my vocal cords are loud enough to vibrate my throat, yet I only hear white noise.
Somewhere on a different plane, Dread tears himself from my grip before removing the dildo and tossing it somewhere. Then, he hastily stands from the bed to rip off his clothes and climbs back on.
“Come here,” he barks, grabbing my legs and roughly jerking me down the mattress until I’m lying flat on my back.
I’m still lost to the stars when he pries my legs open and folds my body in half, pinning my knees up to my ears. He lifts one knee to plant his foot flat on the bed, using it to propel himself up enough to mount over me, lining the blunt tip of his cock up with my entrance. Then, he drives inside me to the hilt.
The intrusion feels like a hand grabbing me by the throat and slamming me back down. A strangled, hoarse scream tears out of me,and my hands fly to his flexed biceps, digging my nails in deep.
The dildo may have been the same size, but it’s nowhere near as breathtaking as his real cock, nowhere near as unforgiving.
For several beats, I’m unable to make another noise—unable to take in a single breath. He gives me no time to adjust or process, pounding into me with ferocity. Our skin clapping and the wet noises from my pussy sound like they're projecting from speakers, only broken by his uncontrolled moans accompanying each thrust.
Then, the phantom hand releases my throat, setting the sobs free.
It’s impossible to come down from my orgasm, his relentless strokes preventing it from fading completely, instead sending me climbing again.
I’m no longer in control of myself, moving my hands to squeeze my breasts, my fingers pinching at my nipples. When he releases one of my thighs to grab his phone and lifts it directly above me, I hold no more reservations and stare directly into the lens.
I can only imagine what I look like.
My dirty blonde hair splayed across his black sheets with my wispy bangs falling away from my half-lidded eyes, the inner corners of my brows curved up and my jaw dropped in pleasure, his T-shirt bunched above my tits while I squeeze them, my knees still up to my ears, his hand pinning my leg down while he fucks me.
