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“Shh, sh. Don’t wake Daddy,” I whispered, climbing out of bed. “I’ll take you for a walk.”
As usual, my morning walk with Minka was also my time to check in on my business numbers. What I saw made me grimace. In the grand scheme of things, I was still making decent money, but my numbers had undoubtedly dropped off a cliff over the past few months.
One reason for that was because I’d been posting less content. Rumors had somehow spread that I’d gotten a boyfriend. I have no idea how my fans get wind of these things, but they always did. And the hot gossip was that BabyBelle’s new boyfriend wasn’t happy with her being on OnlyFans.
The crazy part is, that couldn’t be further from the truth. At the very beginning, sure, I thought Rust was going to have a problem with me being on OnlyFans. And yeah, maybe he wasn’t wild about it at first—but he was curious about my work, so he asked a ton of really good questions, and I explained everything to him. He could see how much I cared and how hard I worked. Over time, he even threw out ideas of his own for my photo sets. So no, Rust wasn’t stopping me or making me feel bad about my work. He was actuallysosupportive and sweet about it. And I can say that confidently,because my last boyfriend wasnotokay with my work.
True, Rust didn’t want me to do nudes—butIdidn’t want to do nudes, either. I’d made it this far without taking doing them, and I didn’t want to start now.
So the rumors weren’t true. But where there’s smoke, there’s fire; and it’s true that something inside medidshift a little when I started dating Rust. I started to see my content differently. I had a little wind taken out of my sails, I guess. Because Rust and I were growing so close, and were so intimate with each other, I only wanted to take pictures for him.I didn’t want anyone else to see me in my panties; I had a lot more fun taking sexy photos and sending them to Rust. I liked the idea of my pictures being for his eyes only.
So yeah, maybe my heart wasn’t totally in my work anymore. And maybe I started posting a little less frequently because of it. And as soon as you start posting less, the algorithm is all too happy to punish you by shoving your work down the rankings. Then the money starts to dry up and, well, that’s evenmoredemotivating. It’s a downward spiral. Once the algorithm has decided you’re on the way down, it’sreallyhard to bounce back. Especially when you’re not even sure you truly want to get back to where you were before.
Over the past few months, I started wondering if maybe it was time to do something else.
The problem was, I still had no idea what else to do. But Rust had me believing that I could do anything I wanted, as long as I put my mind to it. No one had ever talked to me like that before. It was very, very inspiring. Safe to say, I had a lot to think about.
The sun was rising when Minka and I returned home from our walk. I fed her breakfast—giving her equal portions of two different types of dog food, as per her demands—and she merrily chowed down while I went back to bed with Rust.
I nestled next to him. He didn’t wake. I stared at him, studying his features and smiling like a fool. He was so handsome and sexy. Months later, and I still couldn’t believe I was reallyhere,with him. It was a dream come true. I wouldn’t give him up for anything. I wouldn’t let anyone get between us—not Dad, not my fans, not anyone else.
I wanted him to know how much I appreciated him. Moving slowly, so I didn’t wake him just yet, I slithered under the covers and climbed between his tree trunk thighs. Carefully, I tugged his boxers down and off his legs. I gingerly kissed his soft shaft, the salty heat of his manhood filling my senses. I took him into my cheeks, where he pumped and stirred to life.
Rust’s dick wasn’t the only thing waking up. He woke with a happy groan and lifted the sheets to peek at me.
I gave him a wink.
“You wouldn’t believe the dream I just had,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly. “I’m stuck out on the ice for what feels like forever, chasing the puck around in the d-zone. Suddenly,youskate outonto the ice and start blowing me in front of eighteen thousand fans, who are all going bananas.”
I laughed so hard, I choked on his dick.
He grinned. “Morning, sexy.”
“Good morning. Hope you don’t mind? I just wanted you so bad.”
“I don’t mind at all,” he groaned happily.
His head hit the pillow, and I went back to doing my thing. I really loved sucking Rust’s cock—he got so big and hard, and it was a challenge to try to fit him all down my throat. I still had a ways to go before I could fit all of him, but I was getting better at it for sure. I loved practicing to get better at it, which suited him just fine.
Ilovedmaking Rust come. Nothing made me happier than hearing his sexy moans. I even liked the taste of his cum.
“I’m coming,” he growled, clutching a fistful of my hair. His cock throbbed between my cheeks, and he burst like a geyser, filling my mouth with his sweet and salty cream.
I swallowed it all down.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Thank you, baby. You’re so good to me.”
I climbed up his big body and we shared a kiss.
But as our lips came together, something in my tummy felt wrong. In a flash, I broke into a sweat. My stomach started to cramp with an urgent feeling.
“Are you okay?” Rust asked, sensing I wasn’t quite right.
“Yup!” I lied, and jumped out of bed in a hurry. “Gotta use the bathroom. I’ll be right back!”
I ran to the bathroom, shut the door, knelt before the toilet and puked.
Oh jeez. Am I getting sick? Was it the food we ate last night?
