Page 16 of The Heat of Us

good idea tho

stretch that pussy out for my cock

but if you knot yourself you’re not getting my cum

Rude.

I only just managed to get my wig on before Ryder tore into my apartment, gave my camera a slight tilt upwards away from the nest, before fucking me hard against the wall. We only stopped briefly to set up a second angle — his camera placed low — to capture every filthy, high-res detail of his cock disappearing into my cunt.

We lay side by side in the nest afterward, reviewing the footage as it transferred to his laptop.

“Look at this,” Ryder said, scrubbing his pointer back and forth on the screen. A creamy drop of slick slid from where we were joined and dripped off onto the floor below. Then slid back up into my pussy. Then fell back down again. Then up. And—

“Oh my god, stop!” I giggled and pushed his hands off the laptop and got myself the most blinding grin in return.

“I’m making that a gif. Fucking hot.”

I squashed a pillow into his face. He tossed it aside immediately and the space between us shrank as Ryder pulled me closer. “I usually only get like that close to my heat,” I said, shaking my head.

His hand began drawing lazy circles on my thigh. “Is that coming up? If you need to bank up content for when you’re out of commission, you know I’m game.”

“That’s a nice way of saying you’re happy to fuck me non-stop for a week straight.”

“Hey.” He sat up. “It’s a huge sacrifice. My dick might fall off by the end of it and—”

I did everything I could to smush his lips together. “Shhhhh. You’re prettier when you don’t talk.”

His smile was incorrigible, even behind my hands. “I think you like it a lot when I talk,” he countered.

Damn, he got me there.

Ryder removed my hands and placed them back on my thigh, giving it an absentminded pat. “By the way, I was going to send you my finished edit of our full video but we can just review it together now.”

“Oh. Good idea.”

It was not a good idea. It was watching literal porn with the person on screen sitting next to me. The addition of Ryder’s mic elevated the experience, picking up my desperate little cries, his grunts of exertion and the sweaty slap of our bodies.

My perfume filled the nest, spilling out and over the already intermingled scents of our earlier desperate joining. Summer sweetness giving way to a firelit night.

The final shot of his knot lodged deep in my pussy faded out and we leapt on each other. The camera was still pointed against the wall we’d fucked against earlier instead of where we were entwined in the nest now.

“Use our—” Ryder smothered the rest of my sentence with a kiss. “Use our phones,” I gasped out.

He sucked a stinging hickey into my neck (he sure was getting into a habit of those) as he fumbled around with his other hand. Tore himself away only long enough to set his phone upright with the front facing camera on before covering me with his body again. “Grab yours,” he demanded, before closing a hot mouth around my nipple.

I could barely focus and dropped my phone three times. He wouldn’t stop nipping, nuzzling at my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples to hard points. How the fuck was I supposed to think about shot composition, angles, anything right now?

“Give it to me.”

Thank god.

Ryder filmed a slow panning shot over me. He brushed my wig to one side to showcase the darkening bruise on my neck. Then paused over my kiss-bitten tits before lowering further to reveal my spread legs and shining pussy.

“Fuck, I can’t. I have to—”

The phone landed face down next to me and then Ryder landed facedown in my cunt. He lapped at my slick, moaning like a man saved from dying of thirst. My hips bucked against his face and his arms immediately wound around my thighs, holding me down. Refusing to let me have any control over my own pleasure, leaving me completely at the mercy of his tongue.

“Oh jeez, I’m coming already. Ryder, I—”

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