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My body rolls in a shiver, hand tightening in Emil’s hair. “Are you gonna come on my cock, Fe? Gonna squeeze me tight and shoot all over yourself so everyone can see how beautifully you fall apart?”

His response this time is a garbled moan, and then, his lips are on mine.

Fuck. Fuck.

He kisses like the chaotic proof of life he talked about. Like everything, in this one moment, is beautiful evidence of all that’s out of our control. It’s wild, and it’s passionate, and I don’t know where this shy psych major gets it from, but I’m in awe. I’m completely under his spell.

When his pace starts to stutter and his breath catches, I realize he’s about to come. Jerome drilled one thing into my head above all else. The money shot. You have to get the money shot. And in a live video, there’s no chance for redos.

Spinning the both of us, I press Emil’s back to the bed. Our lips separate, and I grab his leg, hoisting it over my shoulder and hoping like hell it gives the camera a good angle of his ass. With one knee on the bed, my other foot on the floor, I fuck into him as hard as I dare. His cock bobs, and he gasps out breath after breath.

“Come on, Fe,” I say, bending down to lick his nipple. I suck it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. “I’m not gonna stop you from coming this time.”

Emil reaches for his cock, but he’s already coming. I lean back as the most gorgeous moan spills from his lips. Cum hits his stomach, his chest, his chin.

Fuck.

As soon as his body stops spasming around me, I pull out, tear off the condom, and stroke myself furiously. Emil drops his leg and sits up, a hazy look on his face as he hovers with his lips right in front of my cock. His hands land on my waist, fingers drifting over the chain.

“Come on, Vixen,” he says, voice hoarse. “I think I more than earned your cum.”

I lose it. Just like that.

I paint his tongue, his cheek, the glasses sitting crooked on his face, and Emil takes it all, his eyes shining with nothing but satisfaction. He looks like an utter mess, thoroughly fucked and marked, and I drop down and bring my lips to his, the both of us falling back against the bed. I can taste myself on his tongue, but that means he can taste me, too, and fuck if that isn’t a gratifying thought.

I kiss him hard, my cock spent. His, too. I kiss him, and then I lick the cum from his cheek as he laughs. My heart skips when I see the smile on his face.

“Well,” I say, swiping my hair back as I sit up. I shoot a grin our viewers’ way. “My very first time in front of the cameras. Think that went all right?”

Comments pour in, and I offer a hand to Emil. He accepts it, letting me pull him up, and without overthinking it, I swing around and settle behind him, my chin tucked over his shoulder and arms around his waist. The assistant next to Jerome is writing on a cue card, so, while he’s doing that, I check the chat.

“Look, Fe. They want to see more of your asshole.”

Emil snorts, an indelicate sound that has me grinning. “And your dick,” he comments.

“Oh, JimmyLovesC wants me to fuck you in a skirt next time. Think that could be arranged?”

Emil smiles, looking down at his lap. I kiss his cheek.

The card the assistant holds up says to mention the next live video in a week. I take that to mean it went well and give the camera a smile.

“Well, you’re in luck,” I tell our audience. “Fe and I will be back next week, same time, same place. Meet us here? Bring your suggestions and your own lube. And, if you ask nicely enough, maybe Fe will show you how much he likes sucking cock.”

Emil’s uptick of breath tells me he would, in fact, like that very much.

“Say bye, Fe.”

He huffs a breath. “Bye, everyone.”

“Bye,” I add, waving at the camera. The light turns off, and I swear the crew breathes a collective sigh of relief.

“Thank fuck,” Jerome yells, accepting a water from one of the assistants. Another comes toward the bed, setting two robes beside us.

“Um,” Emil says softly, shoulders a little stiff now in my embrace.

I let go, cool air washing over my skin as Emil stands up. He slips his robe over his shoulders.

“That went as well as we could’ve hoped for a first run,” Jerome says, addressing the room at large. “We’re going to set up a mobile camera for the next shoot. I want those close-ups, damn it. The slight delay should give us adequate time to switch feeds. Bill? Where’s Bill?”

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