“Let’s find out, shall we?”
He nods. “What we’ve given to the camera has been good, but I think we can do better.”
“I think we can too,” I say, positioning myself between his legs. I set the bottle of clear liquid beside him and sit in the chair.
“What are you doing?”
“This is another part of the scene I can’t skip. Something else that should be remembered.”
Before he can say anything in response, I grab his legs, lifting his ass. I shove my face between his cheeks, lapping at his outer rim, and he moans, pushing his ass closer to my mouth. My laughter vibrates inside him, driving him crazier. His body twists and he lets out a drawn-out whine, his thighs twitching asI breach his hole with my tongue. I lick inside him as deep as I can, using my finger to open him wider to allow my tongue to dart in and out.
He’s mumbling a bunch of nonsense, and I smile against his hole, using my mouth to bring him closer to nirvana. The camera is getting all of this, but it’ll probably cut off soon. I need my real video camera for anything we do after this. For our longer scenes. Especially the ones where he makes more than me bleed.
His palms slap against the table when I shove two lubed fingers inside him. I scissor them inside his tight channel, getting him ready for what’s to come. I need him to feel as good with me this time as he has all the others.
“Oh, fuck. You love to tease me, don’t you?”
I snort, kissing one of the fleshy globes of his ass. “Yes, but I also like getting you prepped enough to prevent pain and injuries.”
“I’m prepped enough,” he whines. “Fuck me already.”
I smile, twisting my fingers inside him, scraping the tips over the magical place that has him hitting the table harder.
“Please. Your fingers are good but . . . but . . .”
“You need more. I know.” I pull out my fingers and he winces, humping the air.
“I need more of you.”
I stand up from the chair, lifting his ass from the table before lining my cock up with his hole. “You do, don’t you? Your slutty hole does too.”
“Are we still filming?”
“Yes. So make sure you keep smiling for the camera, baby,” I say, thrusting forward and causing his thighs to shake when I feed him my cock inch by inch. I hold still once I’m halfway inside, and he feels so fucking good squeezing around me, his tight channel tugging with the tiniest movements of my hips.
“You’re doing so good.”
“No retakes yet?” He sounds so drunk.
“No. You keep knocking it out of the park the first time.”
“Please move,” he begs, pushing his ass upward and grinding against my cock. “It’s better when you move.”
“Yes. Almost too good. I don’t want to go too fast or this will end too soon.”
“It’s pure fucking agony now.” His eyes squeeze shut and I rub his lower stomach, rocking my hips before circling them.
His sounds grow more animalistic and tears wet his cheeks. He always saves the best parts for when I’m filming, having such perfect timing for when to give the audience what it’s looking forward to.
“Yes, and the camera is eating it up. No one lets out those real emotions like they do when they actually feel them. Whoever watches it will feel it too. They’ll be right here in the room with you.”
I pull out all the way to shove right back in with one drive of my hips. He cries out, the muscles in his neck tightening and his head flopping around.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he squeezes out.
I angle my hips, fucking in and out with steady movements, picking up the pace when his words no longer make sense. His hips tense, body locking in place as his cock bounces up and down. Skin slaps skin, his ass and my dick making the best sounds. They’re sloppy and filthy, getting me closer to eruption. The buildup is almost too much, but I focus more on him and his eyes glazing over.