Page 153 of When Darkness Calls

Then she sucks, and it’s like electricity courses through my body, starting at the place where her lips are wrapped around me, tongue circling the tip, all the way to my toes and the top of my head.

I groan, eyes fluttering.

“Thank you, baby. God, you make me feel so fucking good.”

I rub my thumb across the spot on her cheek that turns that adorable shade of pink when she flushes for me. As if my finger leaves the color behind, the place I had touched reddens.

“My sweet girl. You look so lovely on your knees for me, taking me so well in your pretty throat.”

She moans, the sound causing a vibration that makes my spine tingle.

Dani makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, in ways I never imagined.

There’s a soft click, a flash, and the sound of a shutter. I look up, directly in the lens as she presses the remote again. The umbrella lights, sparking to life, capturing the moment.

If it’s possible, I grow harder. Knowing that the pictures will have me gone to the pleasure she gives me, and her ass in those cute panties in the perfect spot to be in the frame.

Dani shifts up on to her knees from sitting against her heels. Her thumbs hook into the band as she pulls her panties down.

“Is it my turn?” I smirk at her. The camera flashes again.

“Nope, just getting comfortable.” She grins, sucking her finger into her mouth before it disappears between her thighs.

Flashes of light dance across the room with each picture she takes of her fingering herself while she worships my cock. From the long strokes with her free hand, to the swirling licks, and depth in her throat, I’m fighting the urge to come.

My thighs tense around her shoulders, and she looks up at me with a proud gleam in her eyes.

She releases me with a loud pop, grinning, stroking me hard and slow.

“Are you gonna come, Grays?” She asks me sweetly, her voice like honey coating my nerve endings.

“Fuck, yesss,” I hiss, breath shallow.

“Good. I want every fucking drop.” She pumps me in time with her words before taking me into the back of her throat and swallowing.

A strangled sound bubbles from my chest as I come, her throat squeezing me with each swallow.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I mumble over and over, head back against the chaise. The lights flash, I lift my head a fraction seeing the evil little grin on Dani’s face. I smile lazily, shaking my head.

“You’re going to be the death of me one of these days.”

She shrugs, standing and pulling her underwear up. She leans over me, kissing my cheek, then walking to the camera taking it off the stand.

“Let’s go, pretty boy. We got some pictures to edit.”

forty-four

Grayson

It’s amazing how quickly she can go from giving me a fantastic fucking blowjob in my studio, while taking pictures of it, to being spread out in my living room floor, chugging a Dr. Pepper like it’s the elixir of life, messing around on Photoshop and studying the guide Professor Logan gave her.

She has my computer and hers sitting in front of her, legs crisscrossed, back leaning against my knees as she works quietly. I had offered to grab her clothes, but she insisted she was much more comfortable just in the hoodie she had on earlier and no pants. So, who am I to convince her otherwise?

Currently, a picture I am particularly fond of, taken of her from the back, as she looks over her shoulder at the camera, is what she’s editing. Her dark curls spill down her back in a mess of curly waves as she’s perched on her knees sitting back on to her heels. In her eyes, is that uncertain, shyness that she wore at the beginning of the photoshoot, but her body language says the opposite. There isn’t a hint of her doubt in the way she hugs her body. She looks like she’s cherishing it, loving it, and it has my heart swelling.

“I like that one a lot.” I nodded to my computer when she looked back at me.

“I do too. Thank you for helping me.”