Page 87 of Off Limits

I watched as he gently rubbed the head of his cock against my hole. Being able to see what he was doing was beyond hot, and I couldn’t look away as he slowly pushed inside me.

Watching his dick slide inside me at the same time I could feel him filling me was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, and I was already teetering on the edge of my orgasm by the time he was fully sheathed in me.

“That’s what I see,” he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear him. “That’s how hot you look taking my cock.”

I clenched around him, my eyes glued to the screen and where we were joined. His groan was low and throaty, and we both gasped when he started to move.

I couldn’t control the sounds I made as he fucked me. It felt incredible, but the added visual of being able to watch his dick sliding in and out of me was what brought things up to the next level.

Needing more, I pushed back against him. He let out a low cry and snapped his hips, driving into me with enough force the bed shook and the headboard hit the wall with every thrust.

Nonsensical words fell from my lips as I watched Dex fuck me, and the combination of being able to see and feel it pushed me dangerously close to the edge.

I didn’t want it to end, but I was powerless to stop my orgasm as it gathered low in my body, then exploded out of me as I came in a burst of pleasure that was so strong I saw stars.

I was vaguely aware of Dex crying out behind me, then slamming into me as he fell against my back, his lips on my neck as he came, spilling into the condom.

We stayed like that for a few beats, frozen in time and lost in the moment as the haze of our orgasms surrounded us.

One of Dex’s arms snaked around my waist and held me tight, hugging me against his powerful body as he mouthed and kissed my neck.

“Did you come hands-free?” he rasped in my ear.

I nodded and gripped his arm, my head still spinning.

“That’s so fucking hot.” He pressed his cheek against mine.

I turned my face to his. He immediately covered my mouth with his, his kisses slow and sensual and exactly what I needed.

I had no idea how much time passed, but soon the afterglow lifted, and the sounds of tips and tip requests permeated our little bubble.

Dex pressed one last kiss against my lips, then carefully pulled out of me. I winced at the sudden feeling of emptiness and let myself fall to the bed when his weight lifted off my back.

My entire body was tingling, and my head was still fuzzy as I lay there like a wet noodle. Dex sat with me and gently rubbed my back as he talked to the camera.

I half listened as he did his closing spiel and thanked everyone for tuning in.

“They’re wondering if you’re okay?” Dex asked, his voice heavy with affection.

“Fan-fucking-tastic.” I grinned like a moron. “All good,” I told the audience, giving them a thumbs up. “Just need a second for my body to stop glitching out after coming so hard.”

Dex laughed and rubbed more of those soothing circles into my back as he answered a few more questions.

Now that my brain and body felt like it was connected again, I pushed myself up on shaking arms and managed to flop onto my ass next to Dex.

He immediately wrapped his arm around me and pulled me against his body. Not giving a shit that we were still on cam or that this wasn’t what we did, I rested my head on his broad shoulder.

“Thanks again for tuning in, and for tipping,” Dex said, holding me tight as I pressed into him like a needy kitten. “We’ll be on again at the same time next week, so be sure to sign up formy email notifications if you want to make sure you don’t miss us.”

He said goodbye to everyone, then kissed the top of my head and pulled his arm from around my waist so he could lean over and shut down the video feed.

I glanced around, just then remembering I’d dropped my phone. I found it face up on the bed and still recording.

I picked it up and turned off the camera. “You’re going to get about five minutes of gripping ceiling footage when you splice these together.”

He laughed and scooped up his own phone. “Speaking of gripping footage, I see your five minutes of ceiling and raise you six minutes of the pitch-black bedsheets.”

“I’m honestly not sure how much of what I filmed toward the end is even usable. That was intense.”

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