Page 66 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
“Someone’s popular,” Valen mutters, wrapping an arm around my chest and pulling me back against him. It angles his dick to a sensitive, abused spot, and I writhe on his cock from the sensation. “I’ll have to get used to sharing, though, won’t I?”
“If you’re gonna fuck me like this”—and I mean this all-day sex marathon that is absolute pleasure/torture—“I’ll never take another cock but yours again.”
That’s just the right thing to say because he grips my dick in a tight fist, braces a leg on the arm of the couch, then fucking gives it to me like he has all the damn stamina in the world.
“What do you think your subscribers would think? Seeing the way you take me, beg for me. I’ve seen all your videos, Dex. I know you always remain in control. How would they like to see you give it up?”
They’d lose their shit is exactly what they’d do, because they’ve been asking for it almost as long as I’ve been camming. But they wouldn’t be the only ones.
I want Valen to fuck me, claim me, own me. On camera.
For all my subscribers to see.
Maybe I can even let him make love to me.
It’s the one thing I swore I’d never record, because I never planned on letting anyone have that much of me.
But Valen already has it.
He’s taken it. He’s earned it.
I want everyone who watches me to know that I’m his.
When the hell did that happen?
Sometime between him telling me he’s in love with me and dicking me down so hard my brain has turned to mush, if I had to guess.
I hook my arm around his neck, twisting my head to coax his mouth into a kiss. He’s sweaty from exertion, chest nearly plastered to my back as he picks up the pace and shifts his angle to hit me in the spot that makes my toes curl.
“Oh god, Valen.” My orgasm is creeping up close, my legs starting to lose their strength, but Valen is holding me up with his grip on my dick and his arm around my front; I could give in to gravity now and he’d fuck the orgasm out of me in seconds.
My phone goes off again, and I practically sob into Valen’s mouth when he slows his hips to a stop. When I take over, rutting up into his hand and back on his dick, he takes his hand away completely.
“I can call them back.”
Valen peers over my shoulder to where my phone is facing up on one of the cushions. and practically bends me in half to reach over and pick it up. Whichreallyjams his dick into a good spot.
“Oh my god. Valen. If you don’t make me come, I’m going to tie you down and fuck myself on your cock until that unlimited supply of jizz you’ve got is out of reserve.”
He chuckles into my ear and straightens us both—making sure to keep me firmly seated on his dick—and puts the phone to his own ear.
“Hey, Spencer. Dex is a little busy at the moment, but he said I could take a message for him.”
I want to protest and tell him to hang up immediately, and half of me is sure Spencer won’t tell him a thing anyway, but the slow roll of his hips, his tip grinding on that sweet, neglected bundle of nerves, is just too much for me to ignore.
I don’t care that it’s quiet; I don’t care that I can feel the rumble of Valen talking from where my body rests limp against his chest, because all I can think about is how good it will feel to get off after hours of being edged and denied. I don’t care if Spinny lays out my entire itinerary and spoils every surprise I’ve been putting together: I want this motherfucking orgasm.
I hear my name—a question, a warning?—but I’m too far gone to do anything other than rock back on his dick as pleasure clouds every nerve in my body. It starts as a slow hum in my balls, quickly shooting like lightning through the rest of my body, and ending as a wrecked cry as my release coats the couch in front of me.
Valen curses, tosses the phone to the coffee table, and gently strokes my oversensitive dick for a few beats, breathing ragged laughter in my ear. “Guess I found your limit.”
“Fuck you, Olaño.”
His soft kisses litter my neck, easing me down from the high that has my whole body tingling.
“We could do that sometime. I’m pretty versatile. I like taking dick, though I don’t do it often.”
Oh. My softening cock takes interest at the idea of sinking into Valen. I’m the exact opposite. I don’t top. Only on very few occasions, but I’m starting to think I’d do anything and everything with Valen. He reads my hesitation, though, wrapping both arms around my waist and holding me close.
