Page 208 of Soul So Dark
Alex reaches down and hooks his elbows behind my knees, leering down at me while he bends me in half.
“You—”
Thrust.
“Little—”
Thrust.
“Fucking—”
Thrust.
“Hellion.”
He’s euphoric, like a drug injected straight into my core as he fucks me harder, my audacity turning him into the hurricane force I only dreamed about before. He spreads my thighs wider so he can drive even deeper.
“Do you like that—” I whimper as the tension compounds, “fucking me while I’m unconscious?”
He grins down at me salaciously. “Baby, your pussy wants me even when sheisunconscious.”
Alex glances to the side and I follow his eyes to the side table where his phone is clamped into a flex mount next to the lamp. And, as soon as I see it pointed straight at our bodies, the euphoria hits like a tidal wave. My breaths get shallower and I feel the orgasm cresting.
“You still like when I fuck you on camera?”
“Yes…yes…” I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“You still like showing everyone what a little cum slut you are for me?”
But before I can respond, I go slack jawed as the orgasm hits hard and my arms fly up, clenching the pillow as I cry out. Alex pins my leg open with one hand and grabs the top of the headboard with the other, making the bed shudder with each thrust as my contractions make him come.
Soon, his hips slow to the lilting cadence of a wave on a beach and he sinks down, his lips melting into mine like he’s dying of thirst.
“Youarea fucking hellion, though,” he murmurs.
“Pretending to be asleep is easy,” I sigh. “You can breathe as much as you want and it still looks like you’re dead to the world.”
I knew what Alex was doing in my room six years ago, when he was lying in bed next to me, deciding how much he could get away with before I woke up. And I knew what he almost did that final night he snuck into my room and I thought he would finally say yes. Both times, I didn’t open my eyes until I thought I was caught. And both times, I’d never felt anything so exhilarating. I didn’t want it to end because I was afraid that when I opened my eyes, he would disappear.
Alex glances at his black watch he barely ever takes off. “Perfect timing,” he smiles.
“I can’t move…” I whine as he leans over me to retrieve his phone.
“Mariposita,” Alex kneels in front of me, gently spreading my thighs apart, “I was inside you five times last night, there’s a reason you can’t move.”
“Six, if you count my mouth,” I grin and stretch my arms over my head.
“I count everything,” he steadies the phone at his waist and runs his thumb through my hip crease and around my edges, slick with his release, “and fill everything.”
My hips roll toward him as he circles my pussy and then records himself sliding two fingers inside. He curls his fingers and then draws them back out, coated in his thick cum. Slowly, he rubs it over my skin, using it as lube on my clit to make me squirm.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you keep some,” he teases, “there’s plenty here for the fans.”
I didn’t anticipate that Alex would be just as much of an exhibitionist as I am, or that we would meet again while streaming thirst traps while gaming. Clearly, I’ve come a long way from the girl who hid beneath her headphones to now taking cream pies in front of thousands of anonymous fans.
Did I mention that we cam together now?
Sometimes asGhostW@ke and SilentStorm,other times as our faceless selves edited to conceal our true identities. But one thing’s for sure, Alex’s somno videos are a massive hit. Then again, it shouldn’t be a surprise. I can’t fuck myself while I’m asleep. I’m good, but notthatgood.
