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Christian hums, the sound happy and light. He pops the fifth bead in, and I let out a breath. I know I should turn my head, not have my face planted in the sheets. And I should be talking more, interacting with the viewers like Christian is.

But all I can focus on is the sixth bead he now has pressed against the rim of my ass.

“You want this, Fe?”

“Yes. Yes. Please.”

Christian pushes the bead inside of me, pausing and reversing course before it can settle fully. He does it again and again before finally letting the sixth bead slip all the way in, my body holding it tight. His thumb brushes along my rim. “Gorgeous,” he breathes, the word making me tremble. “NotYourBoyfriend says you have the sweetest ass he’s ever seen. Should I fuck you with this now, show him how much you can take?”

I pull in a shaky breath. Expel it. “Please.”

His palm slides over my ass, a gentle sign of approval. And then he starts tugging out the toy. Each bead stretches my rim before popping free, and only once the first bead remains in my ass does he reverse course. I grip the sheets tight as they slide back in, filling me wider, each notch of the toy a welcome jolt that sends heat spiraling through my body. When he gets to the fifth bead, he angles the toy down, and there. I groan, the first bead playing over my prostate as Christian fucks the fifth bead in and out. He pushes it further, giving me the sixth, and although it’s no longer hitting me just so, the width is greater, and that is just as good.

“How’s that, Fe?”

I groan something unintelligible, and Christian chuckles. He doesn’t stop playing with me. He alternates five beads, prostate, six, over and over again. My legs start to shake, and my balls are so tight against my body I worry I might not be able to hold off from coming for much longer. But Christian tugs the toy out before I can cross that edge, leaving me bereft. I curse, my cock painfully hard and ass far too empty.

“Not yet,” he says in a sly tone. “Turn over. It’s time for toy number two.”

I practically fall onto my back as I spin. I right my glasses, looking toward the tablet. The chat is filled with comments, more coming in every second. It’s dizzying in the best possible way, and I ache to grab my cock, to find some relief. But I don’t.

Christian continues to talk to the viewers, smiling at the camera every once in a while as he grabs a couple items off the foot of the bed. He’s shirtless now, although I’m not sure when that happened. My eyes dip down the planes of his torso, settling on the chain around his stomach, my own contracting at the sight. His skirt is bunched around his knees like a cloud, and I have the distinct thought that if he’s an angel, he’s the filthiest one I’ve ever seen.

Christian holds up a dildo, turning toward me with a grin. “We have a winner. Grab your knees, Fe. Open up.”

Holy hell.

“I’m not sure I’m going to survive this,” I mutter, although I do exactly as he requests.

Christian smirks, settling near one of my bent legs so as not to block my ass from view. He notches the dildo against me, his other hand brushing mine beneath my knee.

“You’ll survive,” he says, slipping the bulbous crown inside my body. I blow out a breath. “And just think, once this part is through, and you’re nice and stretched and ready to blow”—he edges the dildo in further—“I’ll fuck you while everyone is watching. And they’ll get to see exactly how gorgeous you are when you come.”

“Fuck,” I groan, my head arching back as Christian pushes the toy the rest of the way in. “Do it. Come on.”

His hand wraps around my cock, and I jolt. “Oh, Fe…” He kisses my knee, hand stroking once. “You forgot the magic word.”

I huff. “Please, you dick. Fucking fuck me.”

Christian barks out a laugh, and I have only a moment to marvel at the sound before he’s pulling out the fake cock and shoving it back in. I groan, holding my legs, keeping myself wide open as he fucks me over and over. I’m distantly aware of the fact that we’re still in the studio. That there are people all around us monitoring the shoot and making sure everything goes off without a hitch. I know I should be checking in, peripherally aware of whether or not Jerome is giving us cues, considering he can’t speak up during the lives.

But all I can focus on is the feel of that fake dick in my ass. At the energy in my body building and building as my orgasm draws closer. At chasing the motion of Christian’s thrusts so the toy hits right where I need it to. I’m close. So close. And I want to come. I want everyone to see it, like Christian said. I don’t care what that makes me—needy, debauched, a mess of epic proportions. I get off on it, plain and simple. And fuck.

I. Want. To. Get. Off.

Christian pulls out the dildo.

“No,” I groan, reaching for my cock.

Christian grabs my wrist, rolling over my body and pinning my hand to the bed. Slowly, he does the same with the other. His eyes are vibrant, his skirt settling between us as he grinds his cock against my own. I squeeze my eyes shut, chest heaving.

“Felix.”

I open my eyes.

“Can I fuck you now?” Christian asks, his tone serious. It’s only then I notice how flushed he is. His cheeks. His chest. Probably his dick, too, although I can’t see it.

“If you don’t,” I say slowly, “I will be extremely upset.”

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