Page 57 of Off Limits

Dex did that thing where he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip and raked his gaze over my frame, his eyes full of lustful appreciation, and I felt…beautiful.

I blinked a few times to clear that nonsense out of my head. I was happy with the way I looked and didn’t feel the need to change to fit other people’s standards of what was hot, but beautiful wasn’t a word anyone would use to describe me.

Dex must have seen some sort of change on my face because he moved the camera so it was pointing at his dick and not at me. “Okay?” he mouthed.

I nodded. I was fine, just getting stuck in my head again.

Gripping his cock, he rubbed the tip against my hole a few times. The scrape of his broad head sliding over my skin helped me focus, and I shifted my attention to the laptop, wanting to watch as he entered me.

The sight of his cock sliding inside me was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t look away as he moved, thrusting inside me and angling his dick so it dragged over my prostate with every measured glide.

Tearing my gaze from the screen, I looked back at Dex. He was magnificent over me, like some sort of sex god. Moans and cries fell from my lips as he fucked me within an inch of my life, and all too soon, I was teetering on the edge again.

Dex wasn’t faring much better. His cheeks were flushed, and his skin was slicked with a thin layer of sweat, making him look even more chiseled and perfect. His damp curls fell over his face, but it was the wild, almost feral look in his eyes that made it hard to breathe.

Wordlessly, he shoved the camera at me. I managed to grab it, but probably made the audience a little seasick as I fumbled to turn it around and point it where our bodies were joined.

I spared the laptop a few glances to make sure the angle was good, but as hot as it was to see him fucking me, my gaze keptreturning to his face as I flew higher and higher, getting so close to orgasm but unable to get there.

Dex gripped my cock and gave me exactly three strokes before I erupted, my orgasm hitting so hard and fast I lost my grip on the camera as I let out another inhuman cry.

He grabbed the camera as I came, but I was too far gone to notice where he pointed it as I shot my load all over my chest and stomach. Dex cried out and slammed into me, his body jerking as he ground his cock as deep inside me as it could go. Warmth filled me as he unloaded into the condom, and I wished I could feel him come inside me with no barriers.

Before I could even try to unpack that insanity, Dex pulled out of me and leaned down so he could drag his tongue through the rope of cum that landed over my nipple. The rasp of his tongue felt incredible, but I was so stunned at the move I could only lie there as he lapped up more of my release.

My shock only intensified as he lifted his head and moved up my body to press his lips to mine in a deep kiss.

I groaned as my taste filled my senses and kissed him back, our tongues tangling as we passed some of my release back and forth between us.

Jesus Christ, why was this so hot? I’d never been into cumplay, I didn’t even enjoy watching it in porn, but I was already getting hard again after only a few seconds of sharing with Dex.

What the actual fuck?

He broke the kiss with a reluctant-sounding groan, and it was then that I noticed the camera on the bed beside us, completely forgotten.

“Sorry about that.” He picked it up and pointed it at us. Instead of sitting back, he lay on me, covering my body with his. Not wanting him to move, I wrapped my legs around his thighs and held him in place. “That was intense. I hope you didn’t misstoo much of the good stuff, but I lost my head for a second there.”

“Me too,” I said, or rather, rasped. I wasn’t exactly jonesing to talk to our invisible audience, but being engaged would stop my mind from wandering.

“I haven’t come that hard in forever.” He let out a bewildered-sounding chuckle. “I thought the last time we fucked was intense, but it wasn’t anything like that.”

I pushed a lock of damp hair off his forehead and tucked it behind his ear. “Hard same.” I laughed at my unintended pun. “I think you fucked me stupid.”

“I’m definitely feeling pretty stupid right now. Can you grab this while I get up? I’m still shaking from that orgasm, and I need both hands.”

“Yeah, sure.”

He handed it to me and shakily pushed off me. When he was steady, he extended his hand to me. I took it and let him pull me up.

We scooted and shimmied to the side of the bed, and Dex put the tripod back on the table.

I was still too out of it to focus enough on the chat to read what people were saying but did my best to look like I was listening as Dex talked to the audience and tried to solicit a few more tips before we shut things down. When it felt like my brain was working again, I checked out the viewer and tip counters, nearly doing a double take when the numbers registered.

We still had over two thousand people in the room, which meant the count had been way higher during the actual show since a lot of people didn’t stick around once the orgasms were done.

That was a bit of a mindfuck, but what was really bending my brain was the tip counter. If my math was right, we’d made almost three thousand dollars.

“Thanks for tuning in, and thanks to everyone who tipped. I probably won’t be online tomorrow, but I’ll be back to my regular schedule next week.” He paused, presumably to read the answers. “I’m not sure when we’ll cam together again, but I’ll let you know with plenty of notice so you don’t miss it.” He gave the camera a wave.

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