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“I want to deep-throat you,” I murmur against Christian’s lips.

He stills and when he pulls away to look at me, the heat in his eyes is scorching. “Yeah?”

I nod. “I can lie on the bed. I think it should be the right height.”

Christian swallows and I lean in for an open-mouthed kiss on his neck, right where his pulse beats. It’s fast and strong and mine hurries to match it.

“Okay.”

I’m just coherent enough to make sure all the cameras are properly positioned, in focus, and recording, then I spot my phone sitting on the nightstand. I hold it up. “Film it?”

Christian takes it from me. “Get up there.”

I’ve done this a couple times before, but never with someone as big as Christian. A shudder runs through me when I’m on my back, head hanging over the edge of the bed, eye to eye with his monster. He’s going to choke me with that thing, he’s going to suffocate me—and I can’t wait.

Christian’s holding the phone in one hand and his cock in the other. He rubs the tip across my lips, smearing them with his salty, bitter pre-cum. I lick it up and chase his cock for more. When I wrap my lips around the crown and suck, I’m rewarded with a nice, thick gush. Christian groans.

I reach for the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. He feeds his cock to me, inch after inch. He hits the back of my throat and it still feels like there’s so much more. I breathe in, using every yoga breathing trick I know to fill my lungs, then I tug him closer still. With a swallow, he slides into my throat.

“Fuck.” Christian’s thighs quiver under my hands. His balls are resting on my face. I’m smothered in his crotch and this might be my favorite place in the entire world.

“I can see it,” Christian whispers with reverence in his voice. He touches my throat where I’m sure it’s bulging out. He’s gentle and I swallow again. “Oh my god, that feels so good. Fuck, Sebastian.” He tries to pull back, but I keep him there. I can hang on for a few extra seconds.

He sounds strained, desperate, coming apart. I hum, knowing I’m the one doing this to him. I’m the one making him tremble.

“Fuck.” Christian tries to pull back again and this time I let him.

“Fuck my throat,” I say before swallowing him down again.

“Jesus Christ—are you sure?”

I can feel the tension in Christian’s legs as he struggles to hold himself still. I moan around him and tighten my grip on his thighs to encourage him. He lets out a litany of curses and starts moving his hips. Slowly. So slowly. Like he’s worshiping my throat with his cock rather than fucking it.

I let him set the pace and the depth. I trust Christian. He’s not going to risk hurting me. I relax my fingers, my jaw, my throat. He slips his hand behind my neck to support me.

Christian speeds up, slipping deep into my throat, then pulling out far enough so I can catch my next breath. His balls slap me in the face with weighty thwacks. My saliva leaks out of the corner of my mouth and down my cheeks. My eyes are shut and I fall into that place of semi-consciousness where it’s all pleasant sensations all the time.

I don’t know how long we do this for. I don’t really care. I could lie there all day letting Christian use my throat if he wanted to. I don’t need to breathe. I don’t need water or food. All I need is Christian inside me, making me whole.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHRISTIAN

Sebastian is amazing. Well no, he’s more than amazing, but I don’t have the vocabulary to describe just how wonderfully, astonishingly mind-blowing he is.

I don’t know if he’s going to be able to use anything I’ve filmed on his phone. I’m shaking too hard. I can’t keep my hand steady. I’m more concerned about not hurting Sebastian than about keeping the camera pointed in the right direction.

I want to come down his throat. I want to fill his stomach with my cum. I want him to taste me on his tongue for days.

I carefully ease my way out of his mouth. Any more and I’ll really lose it.

My cock is soaked in Sebastian’s spit and long strands connect me back to his mouth. His face is wet with it. I bend down to smash my mouth against his, lick up all that saliva, and push it back between his lips.

Sebastian’s whimpers are lower than they normally are. His throat has to be raw from my fucking. His fingers dig into my shoulders, the back of my neck and my head, like he can’t get enough of me, like he wants more.

I want more too. I haven’t gotten nearly enough of him. I’m not sure I ever will.

I haul Sebastian upright and rearrange him on the bed so we’re angled properly with the cameras. I settle next to him, my weight causing the mattress to sink, and Sebastian slides in a little closer. My head’s propped up on my arm as I gaze down at Sebastian.

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