Page 86 of Bad at Love

I loosen my grip on his hair and slide it down his cheek, then to his chin and tilt it up more.

“Yes, baby. You can have my cock now.”

“Thank you,” he says before taking me into his mouth.

I didn’t even have to tell him to say thank you. He knows what’s expected of him and what I want. He really is such a good fucking boy.

My dick has been in a lot of mouths, there’s no denying that, but there is just something about the wayhesucks me off that really gets me going. He does a lot of sucking compared to licking and bobbing his head. I had no idea sucking on the tip of my dick for so long would be so damn good. Who knew I’d still be finding things out about myself after so many years of making porn?

When I’m about to come, I tell him so and he replaces his mouth with his hand, allowing me to come on his face and chest—just like we’d discussed. This is a quick video to introduce him to the subs and get him used to doing this on camera. He’s so good at it already. The camera doesn’t seem to affect him at all. Almost like maybe this is so good it makes him forget. Could that be true for him? Am I enough to make him forget his worries?

The orgasm is hard and fast, and I fight to keep my eyes open to watch the beautiful scene below me. Hot white ropes of cum land on his bare chest and face, painting him like a canvas.

“You’re so beautiful covered in my cum.” I run my hand down his chest as I get to my knees and lift the mask, then lean in to suck his cum-covered nipple into my mouth.

“The… video,” he pants, hands gripping the back of my head as I fall on top of him.

“This isn’t for the video,” I say, tearing down his sweatpants and sucking him into my mouth. Of course he’s hard, dripping, aching for me to make him come now.

“I’m addicted to your dick, I think,” I admit, running my lips along his shaft.

“S-same!”

It doesn’t take long for him to come, and I drink down every drop, then make my way up his body, licking up the mess I mademoments ago. My body covers his as I move over him, and my dick, still semi-hard, rubs against his erection.

“I love that you stay hard after you come,” I whisper against his cheek, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Can’t help it.”

“Good.” I make my way to his lips, kissing him one more time before getting up. “Go shower. I’m going to edit the video.”

I help him up, then watch as he disappears out of my room. The bathroom door closes, and the shower turns on. I hear the scraping of the shower curtain slide open and then closed again.

I hit the button to stop recording on my phone and send it to my laptop before grabbing it and getting comfortable on my bed. I open the app to edit the video, pull it in, and cut the frames I don’t need. It isn’t a long video, but it’ll be a taste of what’s to come—pun intended, and yes, thatwillbe the caption. I adjust the lighting and increase the volume to make it clearer and easier to hear.

Once it’s done, I save it but don’t upload it. I need to hear from Gabriel one more time that he’s okay with this, even if we did sign a contract for it. When he’s back in my room, I pat the bed and he sits beside me.

“Do you want to watch this?” I ask. He glances at the computer screen.

“Not particularly.”

I huff out a laugh. I’m not surprised by that. What’s harder than being recorded is going back and watching it. It took me a long time to get used to that.

“Okay, then. I haven’t uploaded it. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Yes,” he answers firmly. “Very sure.”

“Alright, here we go.”

I log into my account, upload the video, and set up the post. It’ll go live tomorrow. Right now, I’m putting up a few teaserphotos that I screen-grabbed. Then I send out an email so they all know there is new content coming, and also send an email to the guy who handles my marketing on the website.

I do just about everything myself because I have the time for it. The website takes only a percentage of what I make, and I pay someone to handle marketing for me because I don’t want to deal with that. When I’m done, I close my laptop and glance at Gabriel.

“What now?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“Are you nervous?”

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