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Amusement lights up my face as I say, “Has it been that long since you’ve watched porn?”

I smirk in his direction, trying to tease him, but the smoldering gaze he casts my way shuts down my teasing banter quickly. “No, baby, I was just thinking about how much better we are in bed than these two actors are.”

I don’t have a response to that. We are pretty good in bed together, even if I never want to go there again. No matter how much we disagree or how much our personalities clash, sex has always been what brings us together.

“Besides, I don’t need porn. Not when I can watch you instead.” His hand slips into his pants, wrapping around his hard length as he says the words that should creep me out, but of course they just have the opposite effect. “Especially after what I was able to record last night.”

My entire body heats at the reminder of what we did last night, making me fight the urge to put a hand down my own pants just to feel how wet he’s making me. “Show me,” I hear myself whisper, but it’s like I’m not even there anymore. It feels like someone else is controlling my body, making me do the things I refuse to admit I want.

The monster growls at my words as he lurches forward, grabbing his phone off the coffee table. As he settles back into the couch, he pulls his pants down to his knees, freeing the hard length that was threatening to break through.

“You sure about this, little one?” he asks as he spits into his hand and wraps it back around his cock, giving it a slow pump as my eyes trail every movement he makes.

“Yes,” I answer on a breathy whisper, still not feeling like I’m in control of my own body. My hand slips into my pants, needing to feel some kind of friction, but he grabs it and pulls it away before I can.

“Don’t touch yourself,” he commands me. “Not unless you’re willing to scream out my name while you come.”

I let my hand fall limply to my side, not willing to give him what he wants. He doesn’t let that stop him as he pulls up the recording from last night and starts pumping his cock even faster. His breathing grows heavier, matching the breathing in the video, and I can’t decide which one I should be watching.

As I watch him pushing his finger into me from behind, he moans, and I want to cry from how desperately I want to feel something, anything, between my legs. But not enough to give him what he wants.

“You’re doing so good,” I hear him praise me through the camera, but I’m not watching that anymore. I’m watching as his hand slides from base to tip and back again, lost in watching what we did last night. He’s watched me touch myself more times than I can count, but I’ve never seen him like this. So unashamed of finding his own pleasure, eating up the attention I’m giving him.

“Come on, baby, I need to feel you,” he says through the recording, and I nearly explode without even touching myself.

“Fuck, I’m so close already,” he moans as he pumps his cock so quickly, it almost looks painful. My teeth snag my lip as I watch, trying to keep quiet and just enjoy the show in front of me. Wasn’t this supposed to be a relaxing movie day?

“Do you want to be my good girl?” the monster asks as his eyes leave the screen to watch me, watching him. I nod vigorously, always desperate to hear his praise. “Suck my cock.”

He throws his phone on the coffee table, no longer needing to watch us. The sound of our moans still filters through the speakers as he watches me intensely, waiting for me to make my decision.

“If I do, can I touch myself?”

That's all I want now. I want to come, even if it means giving into him just a little. Besides, I always kind of enjoyed sucking his cock, knowing that I could drive him crazy with just my mouth.

“No,” he answers, making me deflate. “But I promise to give you a much better reward.”

“Say my name, Ainsley,” I hear his voice say through the speaker on his phone. Hearing him say my name is all it takes for me to forget why I should say no, or why I should pull my eyes away from him. Who knows? Maybe the reward will be worth it.

As he watches me decide to give in, his hand leaves his cock, and he spreads his legs wider, offering me the space between them. I can see the tip glistening with cum, begging me to taste it. Without stopping to think, I jump off the couch and position myself on my knees between his legs.

With my hand fisted around the base, I lick around the tip, collecting all of his cum with my tongue. The saltiness of it explodes on my tongue, and I want more. Slowly, I sink my mouth down his length, listening to his groan as he gets closer to the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Ainsley, I won’t last long like this,” he tells me. When I look up, I see his head thrown back in pleasure, and it’s all the encouragement I need. I pull my head back up, following my mouth with my hand, and sink back onto him. This time, I take him as deep as I can, feeling him tap the back of my throat.

Tears build in my eyes, but I’m too determined to care. I’ve done this before, I can do it again. The monster’s fingers wrap through my hair, guiding my head up and down on his length.

When I need a moment to rest, I keep my fist wrapped around him, but trail kisses over the bandage on his abdomen. Under that bandage is my name, marking him as mine for anyone who sees it.

Suddenly, I jerk back, appalled by my thoughts. Mine? The monster isn’t mine, not anymore, and I don’t want him to be. We’re just having fun, and at the end of this week, it’ll all be over.

“Ainsley,” the monster groans, trying to guide my mouth back to the thick muscle sticking straight up, but I hesitate. Can I do this without getting attached?

The monster lifts his head and meets my eyes, worry filling his as he takes in the panic in mine. I can’t tell him. He’ll think he’s winning, and that’ll give him hope. It wouldn’t be fair to give him hope, knowing I would only end up crushing it.

“What’s wrong, little one? Is this too much? We can stop,” he tells me, not wanting to push me too far. This man has always been so considerate of my feelings, he deserves to be rewarded.

“No, it’s fine, I just -” What can I say? I won’t say the truth. Thinking up an excuse as quickly as I can, I blurt out, “my back was just hurting from the way I was bending over.”

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