Page 79 of He Sees You When You’re Sleeping

Jack’s hand slides down my back, his touch both gentle and commanding. “Bend over,” he orders, his voice low and authoritative.

I comply, positioning myself over the edge of the bed, my back arched and my ass exposed to both Jack and the camera.

“Count them out,” he instructs, and I nod, bracing myself.

The first smack lands, a sharp sting that quickly blooms into warmth. “One,” I gasp, my voice breathy.

Jack alternates between cheeks, each spank carefully measured. The pain mingles with pleasure, sending me from bliss to erotic agony all at once. By the time I count “Ten,” my skin is tingling and I’m panting and writing in need.

“Good girl,” Jack says, his hand now gently caressing my heated flesh. “You took your punishment so well.”

I whimper at his praise, pressing back against his touch. “Please,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound.

“Please what?” Jack teases, his fingers dancing along my inner thigh.

“Please fuck me,” I moan, loud enough for the microphone to pick up. The chat goes wild, but I barely notice.

Jack spins me around to face him, his eyes dark with desire. “Ready to give them a real show?” he asks, his voice dominant and yet soothes me.

I nod, breathless with anticipation. “Yes, please.”

He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the head of the bed. We fall onto the mattress together, a tangle of limbs and heated kisses.

As Jack’s lips trail down my neck, I catch sight of the chat out of the corner of my eye. It’s moving so fast I can barely read the messages, but I catch glimpses of sexual commands they want us to do, awe, and more than a little envy.

I smile to myself, closing my eyes and surrendering to the sensations. Let them watch. Let them see how good it can be when fantasy becomes reality.

I know how the camera is positioned, and I want the viewers to get a good view of my gripping Jack’s cock. I reach down between us, my fingers wrapping around Jack’s hard length. I angle my body slightly, making sure the camera captures the moment as I stroke his massive size.

I guide Jack’s impressive length toward my entrance, teasing myself with the tip. The viewers can see everything—my glistening folds, Jack’s thick shaft, the way my body trembles with need.

“Please,” I whimper, loud enough for the mic to pick up. “I need you inside me.”

Jack’s eyes lock with mine, a silent question. I nod, giving him permission to take control.

“Safety first, ladies and gentlemen,” he says as he reaches for condom that rests on a stack on the nightstand. Then in one smooth motion, he thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out in pleasure, my back arching off the bed.

“Oh god, yes!” I moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

Jack sets a relentless pace, each powerful thrust sending waves of ecstasy through my body. I’m dimly aware of the chat exploding with activity, but all I can focus on is the incredible sensations Jack is creating within me.

“You feel so good,” Jack growls. “So tight, so wet for me.”

I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, urging him deeper.

“Harder,” I plead. “Please, I need more.”

Jack obliges, his hips snapping forward with increased intensity. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by our moans and gasps of pleasure.

I can feel my climax building, a familiar tension coiling low in my belly. Jack must sense it too, because he shifts his angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside me with each thrust.

“Are you going to come for me?” he asks, his voice low and commanding. “Are you going to come for all your viewers?”

The reminder of our audience sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. I nod frantically, words failing me as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable level.

“Then do it,” Jack orders. “Come for me. Now.”

His command, coupled with a particularly deep thrust, sends me over the edge. I cry out, my body convulsing with waves of intense pleasure. Jack doesn’t let up, prolonging my orgasm as he chases his own release.

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