Page 26 of Filthy Little Secret

I want to ask him what he gets out of this then, but I realize what it is as I lie here on the couch, feeling horribly guilty for even considering it.

It’s wrong. It’s deviant. It’s documented proof of the horrible thing we’re about to do.

And I’m too intrigued to resist.

“Do it,” I say.

He positions the phone on the coffee table beside the couch, using one of my textbooks to prop it up. He changes the screen so it shows what the camera’s recording—my naked body—keeping it positioned so it doesn’t capture my face.

But it’s not as exciting like that. I crawl across the couch so my face is in the frame.

Am I doing this as revenge against my mother?

It’s as though some part of me wishes that one day this would be used against me. Like I want to hurt myself and her at the same time.

Whatever the reason, now that I know Tim’s into this, I want him to fuck me as hard as he can. He can show the video to his buddies. He can make fun of me. Tell them how easy I am. How I’m this eager bottom who will do whatever the fuck he wants.

He drops one knee on the couch and crawls over me. My gaze shifts to the camera, and I watch as his ass moves into frame on the screen.

“Allows you to enjoy so much more of it, don’t you think?” he asks.

It really does. I like the idea of being able to see his ass shaking about as he’s inside me. Of seeing his entire body stiffening as he comes.

A rush of excitement even more intense than what I felt in that first encounter races through me.

He grins. He must see how aroused I am by this.

I can’t believe Keith never mentioned Tim’s kink. Perhaps he was too embarrassed. Or perhaps he just wanted to keep this special thing between the two of them.

Tim is so hard it seems as though a quick rub would have him shooting all over me.

I pull my legs back, offering myself up.

He leans down and kisses and licks my hole. His tongue flicks about, his movements scattered and yet with purpose. He slides his tongue in, and before I know it, he’s sticking his forefinger in me.

I watch it on the camera, enjoying the sensation as his touch pleasures my nerves. His elbow shifts about as he moves his finger in and out of me. Then he adds another.

I moan as I enjoy the sensations that crawl up and down my body.

He leans forward, and with his free hand, pulls my cock upright and sticks it in his mouth.

It’s sensory overload. Delight. Ecstasy. Excitement.

The tips of his hairs tickle my abdomen as he shifts about, working his tongue across the shaft and head of my cock. My toes curl as he slides his fingers deeper within me and tickles my prostate, creating a powerful sensation that leaves me trembling.

He lets my cock fall out of his mouth and slides his fingers out before he leans off the couch and fetches the condom and lube from the back pocket of his pants. Apparently, he’s always ready to play. He was planning on fucking, if not me, someone. Between all the deliveries he makes throughout the day, I’m sure he picks up quite a few tricks.

He puts on the condom and lathers up with some lube.

I keep my ass positioned for him to take me. His knees press into the couch cushions as he pushes the head of his dick onto my hole.

“I want you to beg for me to stick it in,” he says.

A part of me resists—the part of me that knows I shouldn’t let him dominate me. But another part of me is too excited not to play along.

“Please,” I say.

“That’s not good enough.”

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