Page 7 of The Heat of Us

It felt almost domestic having him stop the recordings and fetch me a glass of water as I carefully reapplied make-up to the lower half of my face. I started shrugging off the ruined T-shirt hanging off my shoulders and suddenly he was there, removing it and disposing of it.

“Ready to keep going?” I asked, snapping my powder compact closed.

“Whenever you are, Pink.” I gave him an exasperated look at the nickname and he returned with a smirk that said he was not going to stop using it anytime soon.

The cameras were rolling again as I laid back in the nest. I adjusted my wig so it looked like my hair had fallen over my eyes in the throes of passion instead of being carefully positioned to hide my identity.

Ryder settled between my legs, large palms sliding up my thighs to encircle my waist.

He looked down and back up. “I really want a POV of eating out this sweet pussy but I also want to use both my hands,” he said mournfully.

“Should’ve brought a device to strap it to your head like you’re mining for gold,” I countered.

Ryder nuzzled and kissed my neck, our scents melding further. “Mm, I’m going to mine something for sure. But not gold. Your needy little G-spot? Or maybe the exact type of finger fuck you need to squirt all over my face?”

Slick soaked through my leggings, filling the space between us with its delicate elderflower sweetness.

His smug chuckle was annoying to say the least.

“I think you’re going to have to hold it between your teeth. At least for the start,” I suggested, trying to get back into work mode.

I snorted when he did so. He looked ridiculous. Ryder ripped the camera back out of his mouth straightaway. “Don’t laugh, you’ll make me laugh and I can’t laugh!”

I moistened my bottom lip. “Shut me up then.”

Ryder gave me no warning before he flipped me onto my stomach. He yanked my hips back until I was presenting my ass to him and I moaned when I felt his fingers digging into the seam of my leggings.

Rippp.

The cheap fabric gave away and I knew he was filming my glistening cunt. I glanced back to see he had the camera in his hand again. His other one was exploring me. Moving closer so he could spread my lips, showing every detail of my pussy as slick dripped off me.

Whack.

I cried out at the stinging burn of his palm on my ass.

“What colour?” Ryder demanded.

“Green, fuck,” I gasped. “So fucking green.”

Two more ringing slaps rang out and my legs started to tremble. His fingers shoved into me abruptly, pistoning in and out a few times before pulling back out, smearing moisture on my skin. He did this over and over. Spanking me. Finger fucking me. No warning of when either would start or stop.

“You’re so fucking wet. Fucking love getting spanked like the dirty little slut you are, don’t you?”

Yes. Yes I did. I whimpered into the pillow so I didn’t accidentally say it out loud and inflate his ego bigger than it probably already was. His hands left me and I shuddered, my ass stinging and covered in slick.

It was humiliating when I came from just two licks of his tongue on my clit.

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REMY

It wasn’t my first time eating out an omega but it was the first time I would have died happily drowning in her slick. Fuck, Sierra tasted good. Juicy and sweet and elusive. I licked at her more, unable to get enough of the heady, addictive combination. She tasted like a tropical cocktail, straw caught between teeth and a flirtatious smile. Fresh coconut, elderflower syrup and a generous squeeze of lime. Sweat formed on a perfect set of tits as I bent forward to chase a spilled droplet with my tongue.

She was shaking and moaning as I fucked my tongue deeper into her soaking entrance.

I still couldn’t believe I was here, tongue-fucking the one and only Sierra Echo. There were many creators on OmegaFans — which, despite the name, were mostly betas. Only a small percentage were verified omegas. All were top earners because of their rare designation.

But there was only one like her.

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