Page 28 of Moon Blind Hearts
We’ve been edging this whole time. I was already close, but the moment he says those words, my body responds. I build up quickly and slam through the wall of pleasure, exploding around his cock with a ferocity that scares me. I shake beneath him as he fucks me through it, my legs shaking as they wrap around him.
“Oh, fucking beautiful,” he growls over me, his hands gripping tightly onto my tattooed hips as he continues to pound my pussy. “I think we can give everyone another one for free, don’t you?”
Oak comes in closer, getting macro shots of my nipples, my stomach, my pussy where Cash fucks me, playing into the aesthetic I’ve built for my fanbase. When he can’t be seen with the zoom in, his hand reaches out and strokes my wrist, telling me I’m doing good. It makes me feel even more comfortable than I’d already felt and I relax into the feeling of Cash stretching me. The second orgasm slams up through me so briskly, I’m not prepared for it. I scream out in pleasure as I claw at Cash’s shoulders, trying to hold him close and also push him away. I throb around him, gushing as I finish with shaking cries.
Cash pulls out of me and jerks me up onto my feet, bracing himself behind me to hold me up. It’s a good thing too because I’m unsteady on my feet as he helps me look toward the screen, his arms wrapped around me.
I take a deep breath and rub my eyes. “Lulu867 dares . . .they . . .” I’m struggling to focus, my release still coursing through me.
“They dare me to remove your mask,” Cash finished for me. He tsks. “That’s against the rules, kittens. But if she says no, I get to finish, so I’m not gonna stop it.”
I narrow my eyes on him. “No, I won’t do it.”
Cash grins and sits back on the bed before patting the mattress beside him. I climb up on top of the mattress and crawl to him, straddling his waist.
“What will you have me do, little bats?” I ask.
More comments followed by a request.
“NewGuy367 requests I ride you,” I read out loud. “Seems like this will be our finisher for the evening.”
I grab his cock in my hand and stroke him before rising and lining him up with my entrance. Carefully, I lower onto his cock, his hands coming to rest on my hips. He strains with the pleasure of it, the corded muscle of his neck standing out in stark relief as he fights for control. That just won’t do.
I rock my hips, lifting up and dropping back down, beginning to fuck him. “You’re being such a good boy for me,” I purr.
“I’m such a good boy,” he repeats, holding my hips tight. “I’ll bark if you ask me to.” Another request dings though, requesting him to bark. He grins and does just that, barking up at me like a dog. “That’s right, Mistress. Ride this cock.”
I dig my nails into his chest, riding him more violently as the tips come flowing in. Oak moves around us, getting up close and personal as he records the more aesthetic videos and up-close scenes.
“Come for me, little bat,” I purr as I slam my pussy down on him. I dig my nails into his chest. “Right now.”
His hands tighten on my hips and he slams his head back as his cock starts to jump inside me, his moans so deliciously sexy as he finishes for me enough to make my pussy spasm around him in response. Pleasure rolls through me at the feeling of it, as my body fights to regulate.
Oak zooms in with the camera, coming up to my face. I blow them a kiss. “See you again soon, little bats.”
He moves down to Cash where he lies spent. He salutes the camera. “Good night, kittens. Touch yourselves for me tonight.”
And then Oak cuts the recording and sets down the camera before coming over to help me off of Cash. Cash doesn’t move as I shrug my robe back on and laugh at the way he waves Oak away, refusing to move still.
“You’re dangerous, Jules,” Cash tells me.
“You good, man?” Oak asks, laughing.
He gestures at me. “I think I’m in love, that’s all.”
I laugh and smack his leg. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Who says I’m being ridiculous?” he grunts. But his eyes are alight with laughter. “Now someone find me some new legs so I can stand.”
It’s far too comfortable, far too easy, and . . . I don’t hate it.
I’m not sure what that means.
Chapter 14
Jules
Genie tumbles into the soft grass as she tries—and fails—to do a somersault. She’s never been able to do it, but that doesn’t stop her from trying her best as often as possible. If we weren’t all over the place, I’d have her in gymnastics as soon as she’s old enough, but that brings its own dangers. Part of me dreads what our life is going to look like as she gets older. She’ll never be able to go to regular school while we’re on the run. Homeschool is the only option. She’ll never be able to join a baseball team, hang out with friends, go to big events with lots of people. The moment we appear anywhere and my father gets wind of it is the moment this all ends. He’ll stop at nothing to have me back. I’m the perfect trophy daughter to solidify a high-class merger between our family and the Harringtons. But if he even got a hint that Genie exists, he’d come storming in and it would all be over.
