Page 71 of Hidden Desires

I stare at him, thunderstruck.

“You’re serious?” I say.

He nods. “Yes. You’re gorgeous, baby, when you’re in charge, and I was just unsure about myself and how I felt about being recorded. But now, I can see that it’s fine, and I want to be there for you. With you. Not just as your audience, but as your co-star.”

The logic is sound, and the idea alone makes my pussy throb. I imagine the two of us, together, breaking every rule I ever set for myself, then filming it, sending it out into the ether. For a second, I’m scared, but then excitement fills my chest.

“You know people will lose their shit, right?” I say in a low tone. “That’s a huge fantasy for like half of my customers online. They want to see me handling a live dick, and yours is massive.”

Jack’s eyes gleam. “All the better. Let’s give them something to talk about.”

I laugh, wild and real, the kind of laugh that usually makes people stare. But Jack just grins, then reaches for the lube, and the next thing I know, he’s hard again, pinning me to the bed with a weight that’s both safe and thrilling.

This time, he’s in charge. He flips me onto my stomach, his hand flat on my lower back, the other curling around my hair. He’s not rough, but he’s in command, and I melt for it.

He slides into my sweltering cunt, slower than before, and every inch is an electric ache. He talks to me, voice low, almost a growl, narrating what he’s doing, what he wants. “You’re so fucking tight,” he says. “You know how many men wish they could be here with you like this? But I’m the lucky man.”

He reaches for the phone, holds it in his left hand, aiming it down my back so the camera can see the way he’s splitting me open. It should feel like a stunt, but it doesn’t. It feels like a revelation, and I even reach my hands in back to pull my butt cheeks apart, showing off exactly where he penetrates me.

“Smile for the camera, sweetheart,” he growls.

I turn my head a bit, blonde hair wild in my eyes, and give the lens a look that’s half coquettish, half seductive. I’m not acting. I’m alive, in every nerve ending, in every cell.

“Come get it, big boy,” I coo. “Slam my pussy with that big dick. You know I love it, and my pussy feels soooo good like this.”

Jack groans and fucks me, deep and measured, then harder. He uses his hand to spank me, once, and I yelp, but it only makes me hotter. He pushes my face down into the pillow, then lifts me up by the hair, turning my head so the camera can see my open mouth, my gasps.

He comes with a sound that’s almost a roar, then slumps over me, dropping the phone to the sheets.

“Fuck,” he bites out.

“Mmmm,” I moan blissfully, completely sated in the arms of this man. “Ohhhh.”

After a minute, he rolls me over, kisses me, and says, “We’re going to break the fucking internet, you know that? With these new gonzo shots.”

I kiss him back, already imagining the comments, the tips, the endless, greedy flood of viewers. But I don’t care about them, not really. I care about this: the way he looks at me, the way I look back, the way it’s not a performance anymore. It’s real. It’s us.

We fall asleep, the phone cast aside as our naked bodies tangle, our hearts beating in sync.

By morning, I’m still nude, still sore, still hungry for more.

Jack brings me coffee in bed, sets it on the nightstand, and climbs back under the sheets with me.

“So,” I say, purring like a cat. “You’re really okay with this? Being seen on-line?”

He nods. “With you, I can handle anything. Even infamy.”

I smile, because I believe it.

Maybe this is love. Maybe it’s madness.

But whatever it is, it’s ours.

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CHAPTER 16 – LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION!

Eliza