My legs fall further apart at his wordless invitation. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about how it might feel or not being able to take the handle—well, not much of it.
Or that I’ll have to put a stop to it because my cervix decides it can’t take penetrative sex anymore, and it’s all pain and no pleasure.
The moment the stick presses against my sex, I tense up. It doesn’t matter how hard I try to will my muscles to relax, I’m coiled tight from nerves. His free hand finds my clit, and it works like magic. Slowly, my body unwinds, and it slides in with ease.
The stretch and hardness of it makes me grip onto the sheets from the foreign intrusion.
“Leo,” I whimper when he hits resistance.
“I’m right here. Come on. Take it.” I take a deep breath, and he pushes. “That’s it. More. You’re doing so good, Mina.”
He draws the stick back again, meeting resistance, and just as it’s about to come out, he slowly eases forward, so,socareful, like I’m a delicate thing he doesn’t want to break. He repeats the motion a couple of times.
“I can’t.” I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut as if it might save me from his disappointment.
“You can. I know you can. Do it for me, baby. Relax.”
I take a deep breath and focus all of my attention on the feel of his thumb rubbing my clit in circles. He continues fucking me with the slow pace. It isn’t long until it becomes torturous.
My hips inch upward on their own accord, silently demanding for him to pick up the speed—and he does. Easily. He goes a little deeper each time, and his thumb doesn’t need to do a thing to make that magic happen, because fucking hell if that doesn’t feel incredible.
“Yes, that’s it. Fuck, look at how good you’re doing.”
I reach out for him with every intention of palming his dick, but his thrusts come to a screeching halt so he can snatch my hand away before I can reach my prize.
“Pull my pants down, and I stop,” Leo promises.
I whimper. That’s all I can manage.
“You got it?”
Another sound that almost sounds like, “Okay.”
Except he doesn’t pick up where he left off. No, there’s shuffling that I can’t make out, followed by a sudden burst of blinding light. I have to squint against it, and then my heart beats double time.
“Leo,” I gasp, trying to squirm out of his camera’s view.
He grips my hip and holds me down, coming closer to say, “I’ve been watching you get off for months. That’s not about to stop now.” Leo leans back and resumes fucking me with the hockey stick—and he doesn’t hold back. “Come on, more. Yes, that’s right.”
I’m aware that making sex videos that most likely have my face in them equals bad. More specifically, a guy confessing to hiding cameras in my bedroom and watching me get myself off to the thought of him—probably more than once—is even worse.
However, when he has the angle just right and the speed perfect, I can’t seem to recall why any of this is wrong. I mean, he’s already got it all on footage. This is nothing new.
Whatdoesregister in my head, though, is that Leowantsto video himself fucking me with his hockey stick. Hewantsto have this moment for safekeeping—to watch later.
Maybe when I’m not operating on pure whoremones, I’ll recognize the flaws in my logic.
For now, I’m whipping my head side to side and biting down on my blankets because the pleasure is almost too much.
“Spread your pretty pussy open for me.”
I do it.
I do it because I can’t think for myself—don’t want to. This is everything I’ve ever wanted and more, and I’ll be damned if I do anything other than let him have his way with me when it feels this good.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it, baby. More.” I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning at his praise. “Look at me. Rub your pussy—Fuck, I can feel you squeezing it. Everything about your cunt is goddamn perfect.”
The mouth on this man is going to be the death of me.
