Iwanthim to watch this video later. Iwanthim to obsess over me the way I have him for the past several years. Even if it’s in secret, even if we go back to hating each other, at least I’ll know I fucking haunt him, too.
His head kicks back for a moment, and his hand falters, struggling to keep it steady as he falls victim to the pleasure. So, I reach up and take the device from him and point it between my legs, ensuring to capture his soaked cock spearing in and out of me, my arousal squirting between us with each stroke.
He growls in response, pleased by my willingness to film us. Maybe it’s because it doesn’t feel like a sex tape meant to torment me anymore, but one that will torment him.
“There you go, baby,” he purrs. “Make sure it shows how good you are at taking my cock.”
He moves his body farther up toward the wall, repositioning his hands above my head so he's practically planked over me. The new angle means I take him so much deeper, hitting a spot that has my moansstuttering, providing a better view for the camera.
“Ohh, f-fuck, Kellan, oh my God,” I blabber. My toes curl from the utter euphoria engulfing me. “You fuck me s-soo g-good.”
He shifts his weight, bending one arm to lean on his elbow while the other hand closes around my throat, squeezing tight as he gets in my face. His eyes are nearly black, but it sends a sharp thrill straight to my racing heart.
“That’s because you were made just for me,” he snarls. “You’re mine to fuck and no one else’s. This pussy belongs tome. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, yes,” I chant while nodding eagerly, his proclamation only turning me on more.
It’s becoming impossible for me to keep my vision straight, let alone hold the phone upright, so I stretch my arm out to the side and tap the button to flip the camera around. Then, I lean his phone sideways against the wall, freeing myself from holding it. Dread relaxes his grip just enough to allow me to turn my head and find the perfect angle, ensuring we're centered in the frame.
Though it no longer shows the graphic details, it captures the perfect side view.
Dread folding me in half, his large, powerful body packed with muscle and mounted over me. My legs spread wide to accommodate his hips as he pounds into me. His hand wrapped around my throat. My flushed face, glazed-over eyes. My chest arching into him as if I can’t get close enough.
God, Ihatehow fucking incredible we look together.
The sight makes my heart sprout wings before fluttering off to join the rest of the butterflies searching for a new place to migrate.
Unable to stand it anymore, I turn back toward Dread just as he leans down to ensnare my lips with his. Instantly, it feels like a surge of electricity gathers inside me, lighting up every one of my nerves like they’re string lights wrapped around my bones.
Both our mouths open on a moan, and our tongues instantly collide, swirling together like two lovers spending their last night together. My hands dive into his hair, gripping the strands tightly as we desperately devour one another.
Yet, it still doesn’t feel like enough. If we were feral beasts, we’d sooner shred each other apart trying to get closer. Spiderweb cracksspread across my body with each passing second, so it wouldn’t take much to tear me into pieces, anyway.
His hips shift ever so slightly, causing him to hit a spot that has stars exploding behind my eyelids. I rip my lips away, lifting my chin to cry out, “Ah! Yes, right there! Don’t stop, oh my God, baby, please don’t stop.”
The sound that comes out of his mouth is animalistic, while mine is high-pitched and ridden with desperation.
“Fuck!” he barks, his body swelling with tension.
My muscles stiffen, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as pure ecstasy seizes hold of me. I don’t know if the camera is even still upright from the bed shaking, but I’m too lost to care. He can use his fucking memory if he wants to see me explode for him.
And that’s exactly what I do.
My head kicks back, my spine bowing off the bed as I shatter. A hoarse scream tears from my constricted throat before I descend into absolute madness.
My legs snap around his hips just as he stills, a rough shout bursting out of him the same moment he erupts.
Except my inner walls clamp around him so tight, it prevents his cum from spilling out. Like a clogged pipe filling with water, it forces him to rip himself out of me to release it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, letting go of my throat to furiously pump his cock. Ribbons of cum paint my stomach white while I violently shudder beneath him.
The orgasm becomes too much, seizing my pussy almost to the point of pain. Instinctively, I let go of his hair to reach between us and grab myself, needing it to stop nearly as much as I need to breathe. Wetness gushes between my fingers while I sob, my face twisting as tears well and then spill from my eyes, too.
At some point, his forehead drops to mine and he pushes my hand out of the way, so it flies to the back of his neck to keep me grounded instead.
“Shhh, I got you, Rev,” he whispers, cupping me and applying firm pressure until the orgasm wanes, soothing the insistent pulsing in my groin.
Panting, lightheaded, and nearly blind, I tremble beneath him hard enough to make my teeth chatter. The aftershocksdon’t relent for several long moments, leaving me to whimper as I twitch violently in his hand.
