Page 76 of Dirty Shots

Logan pushed his hips forward, inching his length into her body, stretching her around him. Anya hung her head as he entered her, her fingers grasping the throw beneath them.

She was barely aware of Eric moving around them, snapping his photographs. The world around her had vanished, and the only thing she could focus on was the feeling of this huge cock inside her. Her breathing grew shallow as the sensations in her body took over. Everything felt so intense, and she wanted to cling to her pleasure, not wanting to orgasm yet. But having two men’s eyes on her was almost too much to handle.

Logan started to pull out and then drove back in, gently at first, but then his movements grew faster and harder until he was ramming her hard.

Anya’s head swam with pleasure. She reached beneath her body and flicked her clit. The sweet, pleasurable pain of Logan’s cock driving deep meant her orgasm was so close. She wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer.

“Oh, God,” she cried. “I’m coming.” Her orgasm powered over her, wiping all rational thought from her mind. Her vision blacked out at the edges, and she let out a cry that was somewhere close to a scream.

“Ah, fuck,” Logan groaned. He quickly pulled out of her body, and hot cum splattered down across her lower back and buttocks.

Eric was quick with the camera, taking the shots of their comedown, bodies heaving, cum cooling on her skin.

Eric threw down the camera and went to Anya. Logan shuffled back, pushing his hair out of his face, the strands damp with sweat, his body glistening. With a couple of swift moves, Eric unbuttoned his pants, and revealed his huge erection.

He reached down and flipped Anya over, onto her back. “Now it’s my turn,” he told her.

She reached for him. She understood the reason he needed to take her now, and it wasn’t just that he was probably so horny he thought he might explode. No, Eric was claiming her, erasing Logan from her body, as much as he could even while his cum still dried on her skin, and her pussy throbbing from the invasion.

“You’re mine,” he breathed against her ear, as he pushed hard into her, his hips smashing against her pubic bone.

She gasped. “I’m yours.”

Logan sat back on his haunches, getting his breath back and watching.

Eric reached down and grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them above her head while he thrust inside her. His beautiful body eclipsed her view of the ceiling, and he stared down at her, locking her into his eye contact. She felt so utterly loved and accepted. Where her father’s love only counted if she acted in such a way that it met with his approval, Eric would allow her to do and be whatever she wanted to be, and would still want her afterward.

A couple more strokes and Eric came inside her while she clutched him. Her body was too ravaged to allow her to have another orgasm, but she loved how he filled her. She wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs, her arms around his back. She kissed his shoulder and held him tight, allowing his breathing to grow slower in her arms.

They pulled apart and both became aware of Logan still watching them, and laughed, suddenly shy.

Logan threw them a grin and a wink. “I’ll go get cleaned up and get out of your hair.”

“You don’t need to run off,” said Eric.

“Nah, I know, but I figured you guys could use some privacy.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, picking up his clothes as he went.

Eric helped Anya to the couch and passed her the robe she’d discarded at the start of the session. “How are you feeling?”

“A bit sore, but good. Happy. Content.”

He smiled, and touched her hair. “Yeah, me, too.”

Logan reappeared fully dressed. “I’ll leave you guys in peace. Anya, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.” She blushed in response. “Eric, I hope you got everything you wanted.”

“Sure did,” he replied.

“Awesome. Well, I’ll see you both in a couple of days at the opening.”

Anya tried to ignore the nervous flip in her stomach at the mention of the exhibition.

“Definitely,” said Eric, and made a move to stand up, but Logan waved him down.

“Stay there. You both look comfortable. I can see myself out.”

Logan left, and they settled back on the couch.

Eric kissed the top of her head. “You know, that was one of the most incredible, sexiest things I’ve ever been part of.”

She snuggled into his arms. “Yeah, me, too. Thank you, Eric.”

He blinked in surprise. “What for? It should be me thanking you.”

“Thank you for opening my eyes to how fucking amazing, and beautiful, and intense life can be. I think I was just plodding through life before, doing what my family expected of me. This is the first time I’ve ever done something where I no longer cared about what my father would think.”

Except that wasn’t totally true, was it? Despite everything she told herself, deep down a part of her still worried about what her father would say when he found out just how deep she’d gotten involved with Eric Rutherford.

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