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His lips curl into a wicked grin. “All right, Fe. Let’s show your fans how well you can take my cock.”

Oh fuck.

Yeah. Call me an addict.

And Christian?

He might just be my new drug.

Chapter 8

Christian

Emil looks intoxicated. There’s no other word for it. He looks drunk on whatever it is that gets him so hot any time an audience is involved.

It’s captivating. And to be the one pulling the strings?

I did not anticipate how much it would affect me. I knew I’d enjoy it, sure. Sex with a cute guy? Especially one I already have a connection with, like Emil? It wasn’t going to be bad.

But this… This is beyond, and I haven’t even fucked him yet.

Emil stays put as I ease back, his hands reflexively tightening into fists before relaxing against the bed, a small sign of surrender. I make a point of checking in with our viewers. It’s hard to keep track of all the comments pouring in, but I swing my gaze over the screen quickly, replying to a couple compliments about Emil because I think he should hear them. When I glance at Jerome, he gives me a thumbs up.

Must be doing something right.

Jerome already told me the skirt would need to go if I fuck Emil—it’s too bulky to stay out of the shot—so I slip it off, letting the fabric fall near the foot of the bed.

Emil exhales, his gaze skipping from my belly chain to my dick. “Fuck. You really are big.”

I’m not as enormous as some of the guys here, but my dick is certainly longer than average. It’s usually a pleasant surprise for my partners. By the look in Emil’s eye, I’d say he feels the same.

I give myself a slow stroke as I climb over Emil’s body. He swallows thickly as our dicks rub together. “You can take me, though, isn’t that right? You’ll love every second of it and ask for more.”

Emil’s eyes slip shut, a ragged breath leaving his mouth. “Please, Vixen. Fuck me before I get someone else to do it.”

The screen lights up at that, messages streaming through. “They like that,” I say, chuckling as I lean down to nip his ear. “They all want to fuck you, Fe. You’re irresistible.”

“Then why,” he says with a panting breath, “are you still out there when your cock should be buried inside of me, right where it goddamn belongs?”

Fucking hell.

I grab a condom from beside the tablet and roll it on swiftly. Emil makes a frustrated sound when I slip off his body.

“What are you…”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pat my thigh. “Come get it, Fe.”

He’s up and across the mattress in an instant. He throws his leg over my lap and grabs the base of my cock, and, before I’ve truly prepared myself for it, he sinks down. One moment, light brown eyes are meeting mine. And the next, there’s heat and pressure surrounding my dick, and Emil’s ass is coming to rest on my thighs.

We groan in unison, my hands clutching Emil’s waist as he wriggles into place, adjusting around the girth of me. With my legs spread as they are and Emil’s back to the camera, I have no doubt the hundreds or maybe thousands of viewers watching have a perfect view of Emil’s ass as he lifts himself nearly all the way up and falls down again. My hand flies behind me for support as Emil repeats the motion, setting a pace that lets me know he’s not fucking around. His hips roll over top of me, lifting and sinking, and I’m not sure he even cares about anything else around us. His goal is singular, his eyes closed and head tipped back, his mouth parted around words like yes and fuck and more.

He’s gorgeous and completely uninhibited, and it’s all I can do to hold on for the ride. It takes me a good long minute to remember we have an actual job to do. That this isn’t just…us.

Sinking my fingers into Emil’s hair, I tug his head to the side so neither of our faces are blocked. He doesn’t miss a beat, riding me like his life depends on it.

“Look at you, Fe, milking my cock,” I rasp. “Goddamn hungry for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he pants, his blunt nails raking down the backs of my shoulders.

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