Page 56 of Off Limits

I nodded, unable to form words just yet, as my body tingled deliciously.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he said in that growly voice that was going to be my undoing. “Get on your back.”

Once he was off me, I rolled over and lay like a starfish, too dazed to do more than stare up at him as he knelt between my spread legs. His eyes blazed with lust and something I couldn’t read as he lifted a condom to his mouth and tore it open with his teeth.

Jesus, why was that so hot? How could opening a condom be so damn sexy?

My brain and body finally seemed to reconnect as he rolled the condom on, and I instinctively lifted my knees as he squirted some lube into his hand.

He rubbed his fingers together to warm it up, and something in my chest flip-flopped at the simple yet thoughtful move. Leaning over me, he planted one hand on the bed to steady himself, then reached between my legs with the other.

I was already soft and so turned on from having his tongue in me that he was able to slide his finger all the way inside me on the first pass. I arched into him as my body tightened and I clenched around him.

Having him over me like this was insanely intimate, but instead of setting off alarm bells or sending me on another spiral, it helped me focus and kept the noise in my head at bay.

He prepped me with one, then two fingers, thankfully staying away from my prostate because I was already so close I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold off if he touched it.

“Do you want three?” he asked quietly.

I shook my head. “Want to feel you.”

He groaned and pulled his fingers out of me. I clenched around nothing, feeling far too empty. He fixed that by gripping his cock and guiding it to my waiting hole. He notched it against me, then slowly pushed in until he popped through my outer ring.

I gasped at the sensation, but instead of feeling too full or any sort of pain, all I could feel was a delicious sense of pressure that helped ease the ache inside me.

Dex pushed forward until his thighs brushed my ass and he was all the way inside me.

“Good?” he asked, his voice strained and his face a mask of concentration.

“Yeah,” I gasped, pulling my knees up even more so I was completely open to him.

He pulled almost all the way out, then slid back in, moving the slightest bit faster and harder with each subsequent thrust. I arched into him, urging him to go deeper as he found a rhythm and fucked me so good my feet actually started to tingle as pleasure built inside me.

“I’m getting close,” he whispered, his arms shaking as he held himself over me and slowed his pace. “Is it okay if I do another vote? I need a second so I don’t come.”

“Yeah, go for it,” I said. “I’m close too.”

He leaned down and pecked a kiss against my lips, then sat back on his heels and pulled out of me.

I pulled in a few deep breaths as he crawled across the bed.

“Thanks to everyone who tipped,” he said to the webcam. “How about we do another vote?” He paused as people presumably answered. “Yeah? Awesome. Do you want us to change positions or stay like this?”

I held my breath. Flipping over would be better for my nerves and psyche, but I wanted to finish like this.

“Votes for change positions?” A pause. “And votes to stay like this?” Another, slightly longer pause. “Looks like we’re staying like this.”

The now familiar chime that said a huge tip was dropped blared out of the laptop speakers.

“Thank you, Trucker. I’ll ask.” He looked over his shoulder at me. “He wants to know if we can do some POV shots before we finish,” he murmured.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

He turned back to the laptop and picked up the tripod with the webcam on it.

I waited as he crawled back over to me and settled between my legs again. Holding the camera with one hand, he sat back on his heels, his legs spread wide, and shimmied closer. I started to lift my knees to give him more room, but he gripped my thigh with a firm hand and draped it over his own thigh, tugging me closer so his dick bumped against my ass.

Taking the hint, I moved my other leg into position. Sliding one hand under my ass, he lifted my lower body and pulled me up so I was mostly supported by his legs to help with the angles. It wasn’t much of a change, but not having my knees up against my chest and being able to plant my feet on the bed and splay my legs apart made me feel less exposed and vulnerable, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, I loved feeling him under me and holding my weight up.

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