Page 82 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“More what?”

I know the phones won’t pick up my voice and that my fingers are half blocked from view by my hand. It’s not good for the video, but I’m beyond caring. My competition, whoever that fuckwad is, doesn’t have this career to contend with. I won’t let it come between us.

“I need-” She groans in frustration when my hand freezes. “I need you. Please, L-Lance.”

I pull my face away. I want to make sure she understands every word.

“I didn’t make myself clear,” I say a little louder for her and the future viewers. “You’re in charge here, Honey. I’m yours to order around. Tell me what you want and I’ll obey.”

“Fuck.” The curse is a reverent whisper as she studies my face. The thought that those words I just spoke may have won her over enters my mind, but only briefly. There’s still work to do.

I raise my eyebrows, smirking.

“You want me to fuck you already?”

That breaks her, causing Sophie’s full lips to spread into a smile, a giggle bursting forth.

“Use your fingers.” Her voice may not sound desperate anymore, but her eyes are frenzied and hungry.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I wink and work myself back down her body, spreading her legs a little further so the camera can see what I’m about to do. Settling myself between her thighs, I rub my hand down her, feeling what my words and my mouth on her skin have already done. Licking my lips, I slide two fingers inside Sophie. She gasps at the intrusion and whines my name.

“Is this what you wanted, Honey?” Her stage name is growing on me. “You wanted me to feel how fucking wet you are for me?”

“Yes, I-I- oh!” She writhes her hips, seeking more. “Right there.”

“Right here?” I repeat, curling my fingers in just the way that made her gasp moments ago. Sophie moans, her eyes closed as she continues to move, trying to feel more. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe, speeding up.

“Keep-keep going.”

Her plea or her command, I do as she says. My fingers remain consistent even as the muscles in my forearm tire. I make a mental note to grab a toy for round two, but I want this first orgasm to be my doing entirely.

“Use your mouth.” Nowthatsounds like a command, her voice deep and controlling.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I lower my face until I’m level with her pussy, continuing to work my fingers, just inches from the object of my desire. The scent of her arousal makes me absolutely feral with need. I flick my tongue out, tasting her clit, and Sophie emits a tiny squeak. The sound forces a smile onto my lips just before I close them around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Lance.” My stage name is only a faint whisper.

“That’s it.” I don’t want to take my mouth away from her, so I speak directly to her pussy, sending vibrations through her. “I want you to come for me, Honey.”

Sophie’s moans grow more desperate, her hips moving faster now as my fingers continue to work. I can feel the fatigue in my arm, but it’s not so much that I’ll stop. Swirling my tongue around her clit and then down, I continue to work her, trying to bring her closer to the edge.

Her walls begin to flutter around my fingers, the movements not yet what I’m looking for, but I know she’s getting close. She moans louder, her movements erratic.

“That’s it,” I urge. “That’s it, let go for me. Just let go and give me what I want.”

When her orgasm hits her, Sophie’s back arches, her legs stiffening. Her chest stops moving. I keep the momentum, drawing out the waves of pleasure for as long as possible. The sounds of my mouth on her are wet and obscene, sending blood rushing to my dick. Still fully clothed, I’m so hard I can barely stand it.

Sophie whimpers, her muscles slowing around my fingers. I give her one last slow, languid lick and pull my fingers from her. I place a kiss on the flesh just above her pussy before rearing up onto my knees.

Her eyes are closed, her chest heaving. Every few seconds, a spasm wracks her body–an aftershock. I wait for her breathing to slow, just watching her, resting my hands on her legs.

“You,” she breathes heavily, “call that,” another breath, “worship?”

I laugh, throwing my head back and squeezing her thighs.

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