Page 143 of Behind the Camera


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“Okay.” I smile. “Anything else?”

Dallas dips his head and brings his mouth to my ear. His breath is hot on my skin, and I arch my back. “Get on the bed and get on your knees. I want to decide which hole of yours I’m going to fill first. Maybe I’ll take two at the same time.”

Oh.

It takes a second for my brain to catch up. To pull itself out of the lust-filled cave it’s tumbled into, but then I’m there. Warm all over and desperate for him.

I walk to the bed and perch on my knees. I lean forward on my hands and look at him over my shoulder as I crawl across the sheets. He shoves his hand down the front of his sweatpants and tilts his head back, like he’s trying to hold on to the last bit of his sanity.

“Come here,” I say, and he walks toward me.

He stops at the edge of the mattress and takes off his sweatpants. He’s not wearing any underwear, and his cock is thick and hard in his hand. I smile as he gives himself a couple of tugs and watch as bursts of delight dance across his face.

“Save some for me,” I add, and his hand falls away.

“Spread your legs,” he tells me, and I do.

Dallas runs his fingers down my back, and I shudder beneath him. When he gets to my hip, he reaches around me and touches my clit with his thumb. I gasp and lurch forward. A moan escapes me when he rubs in a slow, torturous circle. It gets louder when he kisses my shoulder and sucks on my skin, undoubtedly leaving another mark behind.

“So wet,” he murmurs. “How many fingers do you want, Maven?”

“Three,” I say. “All three.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head when he pushes all three in at once. I cry out, the stretch just on the brink of painful, but then I see flashes of colors as Dallas kisses my neck and whispers in my ear.

“Take your time,” he says, and he brushes his nose against my cheek. “I love feeling you clench around my fingers.” I blow out a breath and relax into him. “That’s it, baby.”

His body curls over mine, a pressure that only intensifies the pleasure rippling through me. I have nowhere to go. No escape. He’s in total control of me, and when he takes my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, I whine.

“Too much,” I rasp, but I grind into his hand. I circle my hips and ask for more.

“You sure about that?” Dallas laughs and bites my throat. “That’s one hole. Open your mouth, Maven. Let’s fill the second.”

My lips part and he puts three fingers on my tongue. I moan as I taste myself on him, and my tongue runs up the length of his digits, wanting to take every drop he’ll give me. I suck on his fingers like I suck on his cock, and his length presses into my ass, harder than before.

He pulls his hand away from my mouth and shoves my legs wide open. “That might be my favorite thing about you. How fucking desperate you are for me.”

“You’re desperate for me, too, aren’t you Dallas?” I reach behind me and take his shaft in my hand. I stroke him up and down and grin when his grip on me falters. My thumb rubs over the pre-cum on his head, and I hum my approval. “Look at you. Where do you want to fuck me first?”

Dallas doesn’t answer. He flips me over and my back lands on the pile of pillows. He grabs my thighs and scoots toward me with red cheeks and swollen lips. “Here,” he says, and he slides the tip of his cock inside me. I groan and close my eyes, but his thumb presses on my clit. “No, Maven. Eyes open. I want to watch you when you come.”

It takes effort to listen to him. To not succumb to the high I’m chasing because it’sso close, but I finally look at him. Our gazes lock, and my breath catches.

His thrusts are rough and bruising and hard enough to leave me sore tomorrow, but his face is nothing short of tender. He watches me like I’m a precious gift. His eyes sparkle and there’s the smallest smile on his face, like he’s in awe.Gratefulthat he gets to do this with me.

“That feels good, Dallas,” I say, and my hands grip the sheets when he matches the rhythm between his thumb and cock.

“Bring your knees to your chest. Let me get deeper,” he says, and I nod. “Fuck. There we go. Do you feel that, Mae?”

“It’s so good.So good.” I moan, and I let go.

I hand myself over to him and let him take full control, using me however he sees fit.

It’s chaotic. It’s exquisite. It’s messy and loud. It’s the brink of ecstasy.

When Dallas wraps his hand around my neck and squeezes, fire licks up my spine. When he tells me how good I am, I step one foot off the ledge. And when he pulls his cock out and replaces it with his fingers, adding a curl and a flick of his wrist I fall.

“So pretty when you come, Maven. You’re such a good girl for me.”

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