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“Hand me your phone, Cassandra.”

I do.

He presses a bunch of buttons. Music starts playing on the speakers in the room. It’s my Evanescence playlist. They’re my favorite band. I can’t believe he remembers. I told him they’re my favorite band in passing over a year ago.

“My Immortal,” one of the best Evanescence songs, blares on the speakers in our room.

All of a sudden, the screens come to life. It’s various videos of us having sex over the past two years. One is in the hot tub in Mexico. The second is on my kitchen counter with a ton of chocolate syrup. The third is in the rain in an alley behind a restaurant. The fourth is on the deck of a boat we sailed on down the shore one day. And the final screen displays that crazy night in the movie theater.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of my sex videos quite like this. It’s overwhelming. I feel my heart racing. My breathing picks up. It’s such a turn on to see us like this.

There’s a camera recording, positioned in such a way as to not only capture us, but to capture the other videos playing in the background.

Trevor hands me back my phone. “Cassandra, everything here is controlled by your phone. The videos are being streamed from your phone. The music is from your phone. The video recording will download to your phone, and only your phone.”

I nod my head, appreciating him understanding my needs.

He holds out his hand for me, and I take it. He turns me around and softly kisses my neck. He sways our hips in unison to the beat of the music, running his hands up and down my body.

We stay like that for a while. He whispers words of love in my ear. I’ve never had a more intimate moment in my life.

Eventually, he slowly unzips my dress. It falls to the floor, leaving me completely naked except for my high-heeled shoes.

He kisses his way down my body. As always, he gives my ass a little extra attention. He kisses his way back up, landing on my neck. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, Cassandra. I love you.”

I close my eyes. I’ve never felt this loved, treasured, and understood in my entire life. If I’m dreaming, I don’t want to wake up. If this isn’t real, I don’t want to know. If he eventually leaves me to find a younger woman, I know I will always cherish this night with him, and I’m okay with that.

I turn around. His jacket and tie are somehow already off, and his shirt is unbuttoned. His broad chest is on display as are his washboard abs. I run my fingers appreciatively up and down both.

He grabs my face and softly kisses me in his special Trevor way. I feel it in my whole body.

I manage to unbuckle his pants and pull them down. His massive erection is poking out well over the waistband of his boxers. Despite seeing him naked countless times at this point, I still always have a brief moment of shock at his size.

I kiss my way down his chest and abs as I pull down his boxer briefs. His heavy cock springs free and nearly knocks me unconscious.

He gathers my hair in his hands. I take a long, drawn-out lick of the tip before I look up at him. “Fuck my mouth, Trevor.”

“Put your hands behind your back, Cassandra.” I do as I’m told. “Open your mouth, Sexy.” Again, I do as I’m told.

He feeds his massive cock into my mouth. “Hmmmm.” I swirl my tongue around while I take him deep into my throat.

I look up at one of the screens and see us doing this very same thing in my kitchen. I look around and see the five screens with us in various stages of ecstasy. It’s so incredibly hot to both watch and hear along with the beautiful music. I can hear our moans of ecstasy in stereo. I feel like I may actually come without being touched.

He pulls my hair tight as he drives in and out of me. I feel my throat constrict around him. “Yes. That feels amazing. God damn, you suck a good cock.”

I smile around him. I can feel his pulsating tell, he’s about to come. If this were any other man, I’d pull off to make sure I get mine. But I don’t need to do that with Trevor. Not only do I know he’ll always take care of me, but he has a two-minute turnaround time after he comes. He’ll be ready to go again in just a few minutes. I get to enjoy finishing this.

His hold on my hair gets tighter as his thrusts become harder. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he comes hard and plentiful down my throat, groaning my name while he does.

I drink every drop. He pulls out of me. I look up at him and lick my lips like I just had the most delicious thing in the world. He mutters, “Fuck, you’re hot.”

He picks me up and kisses me, tasting himself on my tongue.

There’s a big cushioned chair up against the window. He motions for me to sit in it, and I do.

“Lean back and spread your legs wide.” I do as I’m told, completely at his mercy. “Wider.”

He drops down to his knees. He runs the tip of his nose through my drenched lips and takes a deep inhale. It’s insanely intimate. “I love the way you smell.” I smile as I close my eyes and lean back. I know he’s about to take care of me.

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