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TIs4Tony: I bet your cunt is so hot and tight.
PrettyPenny: You’ve got them eating out of the palm of your hand. Don’t forget to give them the big finish!
1N3V1T@BL3: Touch yourself. I’m taking notes.
Sin released my hip with one hand, and as I lifted up, he positioned his dick at my—as TIs4Tony said—hot, tight entrance. For a second, the positioning reminded me of one of my favorite toys. It was a grinding pad that had a spot where you could place your favorite dildo or vibrator. Then I sank down on him, and all I could think of was the man under me. Sin felt so good. Sex wasn’t always like this, was it? Because every time Sin filled me, it was like I’d found a missing piece.
And I didn’t just mean because his dick seemed to hit every single erogenous zone inside of me. This was something else, that something more.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, my eyes fluttering closed as I adjusted to the feeling of him stretching me.
“Fuck, yes, Merri. Ride me.” Sin’s voice was as tight as his grip on my waist. I was sure I’d sport bruises tomorrow, and the idea sent a wash of pride through me.
The chat was flying by, fast enough I knew they liked what they saw. As I moved my hips and gave myself over to the pleasure of taking Sin’s dick in this position, I watched the two of us on screen. My tits swayed with the motion of my body, Sin’s fingers flexed, and his expression contorted as he worked to control himself.
“Let me in, Sinclair,” I hummed, needing him to drop his barriers so I could feel more. I wanted to be closer. As close as I could possibly get.
He was so lost to the sensation of my body gliding over his that it took him a second to register my demand.
“Wha—” He stopped himself mid-question and then the walls came falling down.
It was as though floodgates had opened and sent Sin’s emotions rushing over me with the force of a rogue wave. Somany complicated feelings—quite a few that mirrored my own—hit fast and hard. Confusion, affection, fear, and most notably, that sense of rightness when we were joined. My incubus was just as connected to me as I was to him.
Any sense of unity was swiftly replaced by fear. What had I done to him?
My pace faltered as my mind worked to sabotage everything we were doing, but Sin took over, moving me with his hands and thrusting his hips upward as he chased the release barreling down on him.
“Fuck, Merri. Don’t stop. God, it’s so good.”
His fingers snaked around my front until he found my clit, and he began rubbing tight circles over that tender flesh. I whimpered, throwing my head back and letting my own pleasure build. It was as if our orgasms were spurring each other’s on. With his mental barriers down, I could feel his climbing as if it were my own. That, combined with my own spiking pleasure, was too much to process. I tensed down on him, my orgasm hitting like a fucking freight train at the same time his did.
I fed. I fed so deeply from him and the audience we’d all but forgotten. For a few beautiful moments, I was nothing but a being of light.
There was a soft buzzing in my ears and a damp sheen of sweat coating my skin when I finally came back to myself.
“Wow,” I whispered.
Sin traced a line down my spine with one of his fingers. “You can say that again.”
I shot him a grin over my shoulder, my voice low so it wouldn’t be picked up by the microphone. “At least you didn’t pass out this time.”
He pinched the top of my ass. “We need to close out the live.”
Glancing at the monitor, I watched as the number of participants began to rapidly decrease.
“Thanks for joining us,” I said coquettishly. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
The feed ended before I could even attempt to shut it off myself. Malice must’ve taken care of it. My heart lurched as I leaned forward and Sin’s still hard dick slipped out of me. The chat was still open, but the comments were slowing. One in particular stood out in sharp relief.
ShyGuy25: You’re breaking my heart, Merri.
My reaction to his words was complicated. I wasn’t sure if it was guilt or something else that gnawed at my insides. Before I could worry too much, Sin nipped at the back of my neck.
“I told you it was a good idea. I haven’t feasted like that in, well...”
I glanced back at him as he trailed off, noting that he looked sheepish.
Rubbing a hand over the back of his head, he shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t really matter.” He slid a palm up my spine before kissing my shoulder. “Come shower with me?”
