Page 15 of Your Only Fan
I wrap my lips around it and flick my tongue over the slit to suckle on his sweet extract. He shudders and lets out a groan that seems to make him even bigger in my mouth.
I slide down and take more of him in. His back arches with a groan, pushing more inches than I can take into my mouth, and my gag reflex takes over.
I can’t help the rumble that comes out of me, and it travels through him because his hands grapple my hair and he guides my movements.
I seize one hip while trying to keep a good angle for the camera with my filming hand and let him take control of me, use me for his release. It’s the least I can do after all he’s done for me.
A lot of fans come and go, check out my discounts, or unsubscribe after a couple months, but he’s stayed. He, and people like him, are the reason I brought in almost million last year and why I am projected to make the same this year.
I didn’t know how long I’d keep doing this. It started as a way to pay off college and help me stand on my own feet, but somewhere along the way, I’d come to actually thoroughly enjoy it.
But finding love or companionship doing what I do is a damn near impossibility.
The men I meet for my page are only ever after one thing, and the men I date—which, I don’t, really—run away faster than you can say porn. And it’s a pretty fucking short word, so that says something.
At the very least, when and if I ever decided to stop, I’d have plenty of money to live on for the rest of my life.
My mouth froths and spittle dribbles down his shaft, adding more lubrication to the blowjob and driving him deeper in me.
I take back control of the blow and use my hand to aid the motion, twisting my fingers every time they reach the base.
I give the camera a sexy glare and increase the suction. It’s highly unlikely I’ll upload this part, but no one said I can’t record it to enjoy later.
“Oh. My. God,” the guy yells, and his hips buck even more.
His upper body clenches, and it’s not long before he shouts his oncoming orgasm.
I pull his dick out of my mouth and let his seed sprinkle my face.
I count two shots and feel them land patchy on my cheek and the bridge of my nose. It feels safe to open my eyes when another one shoots at my eye. Thankfully it only catches me under my lid. I rub his cock around my face, feeling more warmth come out of his slit.
Jesus. How much cum does this guy have? When was the last time he jerked off?
His body slumps back on the mattress, and his cock goes soft in my hand, so I open my eyes again. I give another dirty look at the camera and lick around my lips.
Maybe I will upload this part. I’m sure with the right kind of tease, my fans will love seeing my cum-drizzled face.
“You-you-you are incredible,” the man cries out, petting my head.
I look up at him, but his hood is still concealing him, so I just offer him a “yeah” and get back on my feet.
“Thanks for tonight,” I say when I’ve put my clothes back on. I’ve wiped my face with my t-shirt. I’ll take care of showering when I get home. The guy is obviously not going to offer me one unless he’s happy to blindly navigate his house, and I highly doubt he will be.
“Oh no, Ezra. Thankyou,” he replies.
His fingers slide up and down his torso, and he seems to be catching his breath.
At least he offers me a smile with the compliment.
I pick up the camera and tripod I’ve set up next to the bed, the one that films the wider angle, and walk out of the bedroom and the house trying to not feel as deflated as I do.
This has been one of the best times I’ve had. There’s no reason to be down.
I don’t know what I expected.
Did I think my biggest fan would be The One? Or did I think I’d find my future husband in someone who calls himself CumJunkie.
Be serious, Ezra. This was just another hookup. Nothing more. Nothing less. Hell, it probably won’t even happen again. Get out of your head.
I wish it were that simple. To get my thoughts straight. But it’s not. It never is.
Because even though I know better, I can’t help but hold out hope that one of these days I’ll meet the guy who’s going to sweep me off my feet and give me my happily ever after, making me forget my desperate crush on Mr. Rivera.
But fat chance of that happening.
Not in this line of work. Not in this kind of life.
