Too bad I’m none of those things.
“You think you can stay quiet with me?” I rumble, palming her tits with one hand while my other strokes its way under her panties. “Huh? ‘Cause I’m gonna fuck you ’til you scream.”
Sapphire’s eyes flutter shut.
In the corner, the screen flashes and pings as the first gifts start to hit. Gold coins, red roses, purple eggplants, ticking up the chat log that scrolls by.
Not that I’m in it for the money.
I drag a finger down her jawline, to her neck.
“You like that?”
“Uh-huh.” She nods, throat rippling against my grip as she swallows. My pants are gone, here and in the monitor, I can just make out the flash in her eyes. Excitement. Arousal. A little bit of fear.
“Then get on that couch.”
I don’t wait for her to obey. Half a second later and I’ve got her pushed knee-deep in the cushion, bent over the velvet armrest.
Waiting for me.
Fuck.
I know I could make more money solo.
I plant a knee on either side of Sapphire’s legs.
Or doing gay shit.
Pin her hips to mine.
“Unh.”
But I don’t want to.
I fist up a handful of curls and pull.
She’s a good moaner, I’ll give her that. I close my eyes and savor the sound, let the blood surge down me.
Because it’s not about the money.
Her hair in my hand, my cock thick and throbbing?—
I let out a tight groan of my own.
Almost a growl.
No. I just love my fucking job.
I thrust into her, no more warning. Sapphire gasps, the kind of gasp that’s too raw to be rehearsed.
That just gets me harder.
I fuck her, shallow and fast at first and then slow, circling, deeper, angling her so the light hits my chest, my arms, the tight fit of her pussy stretching to take me. As I do, the chimes and pings of the stream go nonstop, cascading with sweatdrop and pouring-tears emotes as viewers, fans, my adoring public,whoever the fuckis getting off to my stream.
To me.
But I can’t let that get in my head.
