Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Fuuuuuck,” he moans. “Oh shit.”
We collapse onto the bed, a heap of limbs and sweat and gasping lungs. Holy cow, did that just happen? Did I just take a toy in every orifice, and Jack’s dick in my asshole too? Did I really do that?
For a while, there’s only the sound of our breathing, and the slow return to Earth because yes, I did. I’m that dirty girl, and I love it.
My man strokes my back, gentle now, his hands moving in slow circles.
“That was…” he starts, then laughs, out of words.
“Incredible?” I finish, suddenly shy.
He nods, still catching his breath. “Goddamn, Eliza. I’ve never seen a woman do that. I had no idea.”
I roll over, look him in the eyes. “I wanted to show you all of me. The real me. Not just the cam girl or the good daughter or the paralegal who never screws up, because the real Eliza is just as filthy and raw as the woman on screen. More so, even.”
Jack cups my cheek, thumb tracing my jaw. “And I love it. But you don’t have to perform for me, sweetheart. I love you exactly as you are.”
I believe him, and press a kiss to that bronzed throat as my heart swells.
“Thank you for accepting me as I am,” I murmur, my heart resting against his.
“Of course, baby girl,” he rasps.
We lie there, bodies tangled, the sweat cooling on our skin, and I’ve never felt so happy before. This is my man, and he doesn’t judge me for my filthy desires. Instead, Jack embraces and acknowledges my wants and needs, making me the luckiest girl on earth.
After, there’s only a hush. A beautiful, sticky, sweet hush. I curl into Jack’s shoulder, sated and content, even as my body pulses slightly with aftershocks. He rubs lazy circles on my hip, his breath slow, like a man who’s just landed after a long, rough mission. There’s nothing I want more than to just lie here, in his arms, basking in the dense, honeyed calm.
But Jack, who is never satisfied with just one kind of satisfaction, breaks the silence.
“You know that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he says, voice raw.
I smile, eyes still closed. “You mean the part where I took three toys in myself? Where I did double anal? Or the part where you made me come so hard I forgot my own name?”
“All of it,” he rasps, and there’s a weird tension in his tone. Not anxiety, but maybe anticipation?
I squint at him. “What are you thinking, big boy?”
He hesitates, just long enough to make my stomach clench. Then he turns to his nightstand, grabs his phone, and swipes at the screen. “You trust me, right?”
“Is this a trick question?” I say, trying to keep it light. “Because if you just asked me to sign up for the Air Force, my answer is a hard pass.”
He laughs, then holds up the phone. “No, but I want to show you something, sweetheart.”
Jack taps the screen, and my heartrate ratchets as I see the last hour of our life, bright and glossy and deeply, obscenely real, playing back on video. The angle is perfect: his phone propped on the bookshelf, the lens catching every shiver, every gasp, every look on my face as I fuck myself open for him. I see all three dildos disappearing into my orifices, and the pure pleasure on my face as I’m impossibly stretched. I see how my cheeks bulge, my big breasts dangling, and then the grand finale where I’m fucked to within an inch of my life.
“Oh my god, you filmed it?” I gasp. “But why?”
Jack nods, watching me carefully. “I thought about asking. But I wanted to try things out before I commit.”
I process that, then nod, realization dawning. “So you want to put it online? You mean, you’re joining BunnySnowGirl’s channel?”
Jack shakes his head, then bites his lip. “No. Or yes, if you want. But mostly, yes.”
A beat.
“I’m confused. Was that a no or a yes?”
He rolls over, his expression serious, but also alive. “I want in, Eliza. On the camming. I liked what we did, and I love being uninhibited with you. I want to see what it’s like, to be seen with you. I want to be part of it, if you’ll still have me.”
I stare at him, thunderstruck.
“You’re serious?” I say.
He nods. “Yes. You’re gorgeous, baby, when you’re in charge, and I was just unsure about myself and how I felt about being recorded. But now, I can see that it’s fine, and I want to be there for you. With you. Not just as your audience, but as your co-star.”
The logic is sound, and the idea alone makes my pussy throb. I imagine the two of us, together, breaking every rule I ever set for myself, then filming it, sending it out into the ether. For a second, I’m scared, but then excitement fills my chest.