I grab her hair before she can jerk forward, forcing her to watch her tits heave and bounce as I rub her furiously on her clit until she shudders out the last of the orgasm.
“Oh, oh my god,” she pants as I shift her so I can roll on a condom. I pull her up so she’s on her knees, straddling me.
She pulls her arms behind her head to lace around my neck as I spread her wide and thrust up into her, making her whimper. “Daddy.” Her eyes lock on the camera, her tits huge up on her chest as I fuck her, long, slow thrusts.
She grinds back against my dick every time I fuck up into her cunt, looking every inch a porn star on the screen as she watches herself, watches her pussy take my dick over and over until we’re both coming.
“Oh yeah,” she purrs, crawling forward to lean on the desk as I thrust once, twice into her pussy, not wanting it to end.
I pull her into a kiss as I stop the recording.
My phone rings, interrupting it.
I grab it, turning it off.
Not before Winnie sees…
“Is that my sister calling you?”
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WINNIE
Fitz shrugs as he pulls on his pants.
“Probably wants to know where I dragged you off to. You should probably text her and tell her I didn’t actually drag you off to my dungeon.” He smirks.
I don’t know how to read him. He seems innocent—seems like, sure, why wouldn’t his girlfriend’s sister have his number? But also… why does my sister have his number?
I grab my phone from off the desk to text Kathy.
“You want one for the road?” Fitz asks casually.
“One wha—oh.”
Fitz kneels down in front of me as his large hands spread my aching thighs. I feel too hot and flushed, but I still lean back, tangling my fingers in his thick blond hair as he goes down on me, his tongue licking me in long, sure strokes.
“Shit, that—oh, that’s good. You can’t—I don’t think I can come again.”
He doesn’t respond, just slides two fingers in me while I buck against him, getting pussy juices all over the chair.
In my hand, the phone vibrates.
I moan as he spreads me.
Kathy? I look at it. Knox.
Shit. Now his tongue is in my cunt.
“Oh, that feels—why are you so good at this?” I gasp.
I cancel it as Fitz pulls loud, deep moans from me. As his tongue works my clit, I watch myself on the screen. I look like a cheap porn star, a motel whore, as my mom would say.
Fitz works his tongue faster on my clit as I arch back, crushing his face to my pussy. He works my abused clit until finally I’m coming again, half sobbing as he wrings another orgasm out of me.
I taste myself on him when he leans up to kiss me.
“You’re the only guy who’s made me come like that.”
