Page 47 of Felix

I grin, snapping my hips forward. He groans.

“BigApple14 wants me to give you a creampie, Fe. What do you think? Should I flood your ass with my cum?”

“After…you fuck me,” he huffs, angling his hips to take my cock deeper. “Or are you just planning to talk me to orgasm?”

I muffle a laugh, unable to hide my grin as I smooth my hand up and down Emil’s back. When I reach his tailbone, I stroke over the swell of his ass. “Hold on to something, Fe.”

“What am I supposed to—”

His question ends abruptly as I fuck into him exactly like I promised I would. As if he’s mine. Emil scrambles to grab hold of the sheets, his face sinking into the bedding, his glasses getting knocked away. He takes every single thing I give him, and, for minutes, that’s all there is. Emil’s ass. The slap of skin on skin. His moans and my spoken encouragement—telling him how good he feels, how sexy he looks, how those watching can see exactly how well he takes my cock.

I fuck him until his panting breaths become uneven. Until he starts losing purchase, his legs shaking and arms trembling. I fuck him until he slips down to the bed, my own body following, my hips pressing him into the mattress as my lips find the nape of his neck. My fingers thread through his, holding tight as I roll my hips, sinking inside his body again and again.

“Vixen,” he groans.

I let go of his hand to tug Emil’s hip into the air, giving me the space to grab hold of his cock. One of the cameramen sinks to his haunches feet from the bed as I jerk Emil off.

“Do you feel it, Fe?” I rasp, my teeth near his earlobe. “Can you feel the way your body belongs to me?”

He groans.

“I want you to come,” I tell him. “And I want you to do it now. I want you to lose yourself all over my fingers and think about the people who are coming with you, so turned on, they can’t help it.”

He inhales sharply, his eyes flying open and his body starting to clamp down on me. I grind against him, letting my hair conceal my face as I drop my lips to his ear, speaking at a whisper.

“Come on, my little exhibitionist. Show yourself off like the beautiful work of art you are.”

With a hoarse cry, Emil coats my fingers. I jerk his cock as it throbs in my fist, working him through his orgasm. Only once he groans in oversensitivity do I stop, pulling back and hoisting his hips up as I slip entirely from his body. Emil gets his knees under him, his breath ragged but his eyes bright as he looks back at me. I strip off the condom—knowing I have approval to do so for this purpose—and stroke myself to that look in his eye. Right before I come, I kiss Emil’s asshole with my cock.

My cum pools on his still loose hole, ropes of it unleashing until I’m utterly spent. Back bowed the way he is, it stays there, creamy white and practically begging for me to push it inside of him with my fingertips. I don’t. I rub my thumb against his taint, up into my release, teasing his rim for just a moment before pulling away. I bring my thumb to Emil’s lips.

“Taste.”

His mouth wraps around the digit, tongue swirling as he gathers my cum into his mouth.

“Do you like the flavor of me on your skin?” I ask cheekily.

He releases my thumb, his eyes on me but squinted ever so slightly, as if I’m blurred in his vision. “Vixen.”

“Mm?”

“Maybe you should try for yourself.”

I let out a pained laugh. “Fuck, Fe.”

“Yes, you just did,” he snarks, not moving as he smiles at me over his shoulder.

Shaking my head, I lean back in, grabbing Emil’s ass cheeks and bringing my tongue to his hole. He groans, a sound of pure satisfaction. Dutifully, I lick the cum from his skin.

It tastes like us.

“That was hot as fuck,” a voice says the moment I push into the break room. Alex gives me a grin. “You two have chemistry for days.”

I huff a laugh, swiping my damp hair out of my eyes. “You were watching?”

He nods, completely unabashed by that fact. There’s a drink in his hand with a straw poking out of it and his phone is in the other. “The chat went haywire when you called him yours, you know. People are speculating that you’re a couple.”

I hum, my insides doing a very complicated dance as I grab a peach tea from the fridge. When I turn back around, Alex has a brow raised.

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