“Ineedto fuck younow,” I growled in her ear, my body consuming hers. She arched her ass into me, her little giggle turning me into a feral beast.
“Nuh-uh.” She ground harder. “We need that perfect shot. Let’s go. You can come in my mouth.”
I followed Jade into the living room, where she poured a glass of water, changed into a bikini, and pushed the coffee table out of the way. Then, as if this was just a regular afternoon, she dropped down to her knees and stuck her fingers into the glass. I watched—the way she wet her eyes, drop after drop, letting the mascara run down her cheeks.
This was a déjà vu. Jade had already made herself cry one time to get the perfect shot, butthistime…she was in control. The tears were fake, and it was all her decision. All how she wanted.
“I want tears running down my face when you fuck my throat.”
This experience was both hot as fuck and extremely clinical.
“Don’t stop unless I tap on your thigh.”
I blinked at her, taking in the sight. “Don’t stop?”
“Uh-huh,” she assured me and nodded eagerly. “Turn the camera on,fuckmy throat, and don’t stop—even if I’m out ofbreath and gagging. Don’t stop unless I tap on your thigh.” Jade slid her hand up my thigh, hooking her fingers on the band of my sweatpants.
Click.
Jade was immediately engaged. She sniffled and looked up at the camera with doe eyes, as if she really had been crying.
“Open your mouth for me again, princess.”
I stepped closer, keeping the lens on Jade, who obeyed right away. She stuck her tongue out and pulled down my sweatpants, diving in for my cock, but I caught her jaw in my fingers and squeezed. “Tellme. Tell me what you are,” I whispered, and Jade caught on right away.
“Your slut,” she mumbled, and then—God, finally—she curled her fingers around my cock andlicked.
I held myself back from a loud moan, trying not to come immediately. My hands shook and so did the video, but Jade didn’t pause—she shoved my dick in her mouth, down her throat, andsucked,like she was trying to get to the middle of a jawbreaker.
I breathed heavily, trying to remember what we were really doing. Jade was so good at this. She fucking swallowed me and then pulled out, only to do it again and again, driving me crazy until she abruptly paused and reached for her phone on the coffee table.
“Hang on.”
She turned the video on and dropped the phone right beneath her, making sure the shot was perfect, and that’s when I reached over and pulled on her bikini straps.
“Ah! Daddy!” she whined dramatically, fighting a small smile.
“Come on, baby. Suck my cock like the filthy whore you are.”
And she did. The two phones recorded our every move—the way I bucked my hips and drove into her mouth, over and over again, fast and then slow, forcing my cock deep down her throatand holding her head. Jade gagged and sputtered, gasped and whined…but never tapped on my thigh.
Her perfect tits bounced with every fast thrust, and spit dripped down her chin and onto the floor, the video catching every angle, every moment of her hesitation and struggle.
“Get on the fucking couch.”
I pulled out, and Jade coughed, swaying on her knees, but she did exactly as told. While she climbed onto the couch, I propped up the two phones—one on the coffee table and the other just to the side, making sure to catch us from the best angles.
“Pull my hair,” Jade whispered as soon as I was in front of her. My fingers buried in her mane, and I dragged her over the couch arm and pressed her down, driving my cock into her mouth at once.
“You're doing so good for Daddy, princess. You like it? Tell me you like it, baby."
Jade gagged, and I pulled on her hair harder, encouraging her to nod. She whined loudly and nodded, her smudged mascara making her look—
“Useme, Daddy.” Jade pulled back and sat up on the couch, fruitlessly trying to wipe her saliva and my pre-cum off her chin.
God, she was a picture of the perfect sin.
I slumped down on the couch, and she was on me immediately.
