Page 83 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“You don’t think so?”

Sophie opens her eyes to meet my gaze. She licks her bottom lip before pulling it between her teeth. Her eyes rake over me.

“One orgasm ain’t worship.”

Keeping eye contact, I lift my hand and suck on the fingers that were just in her pussy, cleaning every last drop from them. Sliding my tongue between my fingers, I grin.

“Who said I was stopping at one?”

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Sophie

Swoon.

I have absolutely no idea what I did to deserve this man. Or Brody, for that matter. I’ve never had a partner, on- or off-camera, who cared so much about my pleasure. On film, it’s always about the man’s orgasm. The scene ends when he lets loose. Not that a creampie can’t be faked, but it’s not something I like to do if I can help it. A woman’s pleasure? That can andwillbe faked. I don’t know the statistics, but if it’s less than 90% of the time in straight porn, I’d be shocked.

Yet, here I am–three orgasms down, covered in sweat despite keeping the place at or below 65 degrees. If the bulge in his pants is any indication, I doubt Miles is even close to done. He’s giving me time to come down from this most recent explosion and it truly was an explosion. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk when we’re done.

Miles kneels between my legs, sitting back on his heels. He’s surrounded by a slew of dildos and a vibrating wand. I open my eyes again and smile with a breathy laugh.

“What’s your record?” he chokes. I wonder if it’s difficult to keep his eyes on my face when I’m bared to him like this.

“Th-three.” I still can’t breathe normally.

“That’s it?” Miles raises an eyebrow.

“It’s solo,” I clarify. “My hand gets tired.”

“Ok, what’s your recordwithsomeone?” His hands on my thighs are distracting me. I can’t think straight. To give myself a moment to think, I swallow and lick my lips.

Zerois the word that comes to mind, but then Brody’s face looms in my memory and I grin.

“Two.” I fell asleep after my second orgasm with Brody the other night and when I woke an hour later, I went straight home. No third O.

“Pathetic,” he growls.

I struggle to sit up, bracing myself with my hands behind me.

“In his defense, I think I was his first. So two is admirable.”

“He should’ve kept going.” Miles shrugs as if it’s simple. He leans forward, placing his hands on either side of me and bringing his face to mine. Our lips are close, so close, but not touching. “Two is pathetic, three is all you can manage on your own, but I told you I’m going toworshipyou and my offerings include a lot more than this.” His words cause goosebumps to erupt across my body before he dips his head to kiss my neck.

“Miles.” I don’t care that I said his real name. I don’t even want to release this footage to anyone. This is ours–private intimacy that feels like a secret we shouldn’t share with our fans.

“Lance,” Miles corrects between kisses down my body. I allow him to take control.

“I’m using your real name.”

I swear there’s a hint of laughter rumbling from his throat, but it’s so soft that I wonder if I imagined it.

“You’re in charge, Sophie.”

“Then I’m gonna need you to fuck me already.”

Miles’ head pops up, his brown eyes connecting with mine. The fire there matches the one he’s built inside me. His next movements are quick, practically jumping from the bed and frantically removing his clothes. Once naked, he stands before me, allowing me to take him in. I’ve seen it all before, but his sculpted torso, that V at his hips that makes girls stupid, his impressive cock–it all makes my mouth water.

“So you just want me for my body?” he teases as mischief mixes with the hunger in his eyes.

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