Page 76 of Eyes on Me


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Without hesitation, I open the camera app and aim it at her. With her eyes dancing back and forth from my face to the phone, she starts moving again.

“Eyes on me, Mia.”

The expression on her face is intense. I watch her features change as she finds something that feels good, going harder, faster, deeper until she’s trembling and holding her breath and gripping the bar so tight, her knuckles turn white. Her tits bounce and the soft flesh of her hips dance with every pounding drop on my cock.

I struggle to keep her in the frame of the video as she moves, but it’s not her body I want on camera—it’s her face. I keep the shaky recording on her upper half, so her strong arms gripping the bars and the euphoria on her face are the stars of the show.

“I’m coming, Garrett,” she pants, before giving out one long sexy cry and seizing up in a look that screams ecstasy. And I catch every moment of it on camera, which I’ll sure as fuck enjoy watching later.

When I know she’s done, ready to collapse on my chest, I put my phone down. Then, I pull her mouth to mine again, kissing her while she’s still trying to catch her breath.

“Lift up for me,” I tell her, and when she does, I thrust my hips upward, impaling her hard. She yelps, latching her lips on mine in a deep kiss. Our tongues tangle as I fuck her, our bodies slapping together and creating the most carnal, dirty sound this room has ever heard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter as I slam home one more time before I come hard, spilling inside her.

For a moment, she stays on top of me, resting her face against my chest, and I stroke her sweat-damp back, feeling her heart pound through her rib cage. It’s intimate and quiet for a moment. My hand slides down her spine, making her flinch when I reach her ass.

“I want to fuck you here someday. I want every part of you to be mine.” I press gently on the plug, and she whimpers as I do.

Lifting up, she stares down at me. “If I was going to trust anyone to do that, it would be you.”

The word ‘trust’ sends a shock wave of shame through my heart. I’m lying to her. I’m the last person she should trust. But she does anyway.

“Why do you have such issues trusting men?” I ask.

Heaving a sigh, she settles herself on my chest, my cock pulling out as she drapes a leg over mine and cuddles into my arm.

“You might not remember too well, but I developed at a young age, Garrett. Before I was even through puberty, I could feel the way men would gawk at me. The vulgar catcalls boys shouted at me. All the things they wanted to do to me or have me do to them, and it made me feel so cheap. Like I was worth nothing but entertainment for them. I felt like something for them to use, and it made me feel so gross.”

“And how the hell did that lead to being a camgirl?”

“Because it puts me in control. I’m the one taking something from them. And it gives me back a little of that power, so I don’t feel so used.”

I brush her hair out of her eyes, my heart galloping in my chest at the thought of anyone hurting her or taking anything from her she doesn’t want to give.

“You know I’m not like them, right? This might just be sex, but—"

“Garrett, stop,” she says, sitting up and pressing her fingers to my lips. “You arenothinglike them. When I’m with you, I feel like you actually see me. Not just my body. Not my big tits or round ass. But me. I’m not a piece of meat to you. I can see that.”

“You’re not a piece of meat, Mia. And no one should make you feel that way.”

The moment stretches between us, growing heavy as we stare at each other. And I can’t tell if we’re still talking as friends, stepsiblings, or something more, but we’re treading into dangerous territory. I can’t help it. Mia has wound her way into my life, and for the first time, I’m not in any rush to get her out of it.

RULE #27: LOVE ISN’T SHIT.

Mia

It went well. He loved it.

Itype into the chat box while sitting at the bar in the club. Garrett had some work to do, and I wasn’t quite ready to leave. So even though I told him I was catching an Uber and going home, I detoured to the bar instead. He doesn’t like it when I linger around the club long or go anywhere alone, but I am my own person, and he doesn’t own me.

So here I sit, sometime past two in the morning, texting a stranger on the internet who gave me a butt plug that I just wore while having sex with my stepbrother.

Can we say…what the fuck?

Didyoulike it?he asks.

Yes,I reply.It made everything feel even better.

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