Page 6 of The Heat of Us

But when we separated, I was determined to focus on the task ahead.

He stood up and grabbed his camera, following the scene list we had mapped out. Positioned it underneath his chin for the perfect point-of-view angle as I moved into a kneeling position. There was a beep as he began recording.

“Try and keep my eyes cropped out as much as possible,” I reminded him.

“I know,” he said reassuringly, swiping his thumb along my jaw before letting it rest on my bottom lip. I sucked it into my mouth at the same time as I freed his cock from his sweats.

Ryder had assured me he would be able to come twice in our session. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe him, but starting with a blowjob would give him the maximum recovery time.

“You’re going to look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He pulled his thumb out and lifted my chin. “You’ve been thinking about it all day, haven’t you?”

His shirt was off and thrown out of the nest. I stared at the precum dripping from his slit and back up at him.

“I want to suck it so bad, alpha,” I said, adding the perfect hint of a desperate omega whine to ‘alpha’.

His hand wound around my hair before applying a firm pressure. I didn’t hold back my moan at the first taste of him. His masculine musk was strong with a hint of salt and the bitterness of his whisky scent. I swirled my tongue around his tip until it was shiny with saliva. Used both hands to work his shaft until his sculpted body tensed with each stroke.

Ryder’s fingertips pressed carefully once, twice on the back of my head as a signal. I squeezed his thigh twice in response.

I made sure to gag loudly as Ryder fucked his entire length down my throat.

“Fuck, look at what a cock-hungry slut you are.”

His growing knot hit my lips with every pounding thrust. He was merciless, just like we agreed, fucking my face until saliva hung off my chin. At one point I felt him adjust the angle of my head slightly and I was grateful he was shielding me better from the camera.

I glanced at the monitor out of the corner of my eye. Damn, we looked good. His muscles were taut and already gleaming with a sheen of sweat. My back dipped and curved down to where my rounded ass sat on my heels. I straightened my shoulders so my barely contained tits perked up even more.

And his cock looked huge. Felt huge too.

His fans were going to go crazy.

Ryder tossed the camera aside with a growl. He grabbed my chin roughly, demanding my attention.

“Look at me when I give you my cum.”

I gasped when he fisted the neckline of my shirt with both hands. He ripped it open like it was paper, my heavy breasts bouncing free. I only just managed to press them together just in time for him to cover them with spurt after spurt of his thick, warm cum.

He really did make the best noises when he came. His head thrown back, each moan and hushed curse coinciding with the pulsating of his cock.

I stared down at his release on my skin, resisting the urge to swipe my finger through it and taste.

“That felt pretty good,” I said instead, picking up the discarded camera and stopping the recording. “What do you think?”

Ryder didn’t answer. He was too busy fondling my tits, rubbing his cum and scent into my skin.

“Having fun there?” I asked after a decent amount of groping, one brow raised.

He laughed, the lighthearted sound so incongruous with what just transpired.

“Fucking hell, that was great. Wait till you see the footage from my camera.” He grinned.

I was smiling too. “Looked good on the monitor too.”

Ryder followed my pointed finger to the bathroom and returned with a warm towel to clean me up. He slowed as he wiped it across my throat. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Mm, only in a good way.”

His eyes rolled upward as he made a jerkoff motion with his hand and I pushed him playfully with a laugh.

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