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SADIE

Stop?

He pulls my hair without yanking, and I scramble to sit up. As I get to my knees, he marches closer.

Did I do it wrong? Look, maybe some woman can swallow that huge thing, but unless I get bit by a radioactive snake, I’m not deep throating him.

Scales would be cool though.

Aubry unwinds my hair off his hand and runs his palm down my cheek to cup my chin.

I didn’t realize my head had fallen until he lifts it up.

His eyes shine purple as he stares down at me.

No, as he drinks me in. Crammed into a bra I didn’t realize was too small, thighs speckled with razor burn bumps, and the lingering redness of my hives.

His jaw flexes, bulging with such force I fear he might have bit his tongue.

“Get to your feet,” he orders.

“What?”

“I said…” He lunges forward. Reaching under my panties, he rakes his nails across my ass, then digs into both cheeks. With a grunt, he heaves me off of my knees into the air and turns. “Get. To. Your. Feet.”

My legs drops at his command. I’m standing there in just my ill fitting underwear, growing more awkward by the second. Is he going to kick me out?

Wait. This is my room.

Aubry sheds his button up shirt. “Stand by your camera.”

Huh?

I start to ask why when he tugs off his undershirt—one pull. By the back of the neck.

Hips, abs, pecs. His body flashes by, looking even more ripped than I remembered. Hard steel canvassed by rippling veins and bulging muscles.

He twists his head at me then stares at my tripod.

A little yelp slips out as I dive for where I left it standing. Does he…? He doesn’t want to take pictures of me. Right? What if I take photos of him?

Oh… Aubry leaning back on his knees, on my bed, arms behind his head, cock so hard his purple vein throbs through the screen.

He stands up and undoes his belt. His jeans tumble down leaving him in nothing but dark purple boxer briefs.

“Pull your camera out,” he orders.

I’m halfway to screwing it into place and going for the lens cover when I blurt out, “Can I ask why?”

“Yes,” he says and nothing more.

“Funny.” I swivel it around, following Aubry as he bends over the box of veggies. “Will you tell me why you want me to get my camera?”

He pulls out the eggplant and drops it back onto the stand. “You’re going to photograph that,” he says as if it’s a normal Tuesday, and I don’t taste cock on my tongue.

“Um…” I swing the camera back to the eggplant and adjust the focus without thinking. I mean I could do a couple more pickups just in case. Never hurts to have extra.

A hand swerves over my belly. It pushes me back just as a cock presses into my ass. Scorching lips nibble down my ear and he whispers, “While I fuck you from behind.”

“You…um…?” I damn near gurgle, my avalanche of words replaced with strangling silence.

“Shh.” Aubry puts his finger against my lips, then slowly pulls it down. “Just snap.”

“It’s all digital now so I don’t actually snap anything and— Oh!”

He runs his finger down my chest and reaches into my bra. It doesn’t take more than a light tug for my breast to tumble out like a boulder. Heat scorches the back of my ear. Aubry straddles closer, his thighs digging into my ass as his cock delves up through my crack.

“Take.”

Fingers swoop across, then tighten around my nipple.

“The.”

His palm runs over my hip to my belly, then straight down. I watch his skin strain against the red lace as he runs both fingers across my entrance.

“Picture.” Teeth bite my ear, a hand squeezes my breast, and fingers plunge inside of me.

I snap. It’s wildly out of focus and the lighting is shit, but I keep snapping. His whole fist bulges in my underwear, stretching them lower so he can tease his thumb against my clit.

“Again,” he moans, pressing into my clit as I take another picture. “Again.” With every picture, he thumbs me, then thrusts his fingers deeper inside.

I’m shaking, fighting to stay on my toes to give him access as he strains around me. He’s so huge it’s like being swallowed up by a bear. The heat of his body swarms mine. His smell, of a garden after the rain, envelops me. I fall back and reach for his hair.

As I rifle through his locks, Aubry nips down my neck. Every kiss sends me reeling. I’m not even looking at the camera, just wildly jabbing at buttons. With every snap, he thrusts, digging his cock into my panties and up through me.

“Yes…” I pant, throwing both hands behind his neck to keep my body balanced. “Yes!”

He stops. His fingers slide out of me and I nearly whimper.

“You’re not doing what I said.” His voice thunders through my chest.

About to apologize, I flail my hand back for the camera.

My panties tumble to the floor.

“You need to be incentivized,” he orders.

Yes. Please. Incentivize me. Give me direction. Notes.

Critique me, daddy!

My bra opens. I reach up for the straps without thinking when the heat behind me vanishes. Flustered, I turn to find him as if he’s vanished into the ether.

Standing there, with one hand wrapped around his pulsing cock, Aubry worries a condom on as he stares at me. His eyes throb with the same ache as the purple vein in his shaft.

“Get into position,” he says.

I damn near fling myself at my camera. One hand on the shutter, the other clinging to the tripod for stability, I stick out my ass and wait. A low chuckle rises from him.

Fingers dance up my spine.

“Good,” he whispers, caressing all the way to the nape of my neck, where he gathers my hair in his hand. “Very good.”

The heat hardens behind my ass, molds around it. I try to glance back, but I catch his eyes gleaming and I turn around. I’m supposed to take pictures.

As he teases me I try to focus, first myself, then the camera. The eggplant zips in and out from the blurry realm until it’s centered and sharp. Perfect.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck!”

The crown of his cock spreads my throbbing pussy apart. Whimpering and panting at the same time, I try to stand my ground and not thrust back onto him. He holds my hair tight in his hand and, with the other, traces over my hip.

Working an inch inside, he reaches around to my full pussy.

Everything stops.

He pulls out.

“Where are your toys?”

“My what?” I stare over my shoulder and it hits me that he wants…he thinks… “I don’t have any—”

“Where?” he thunders. Shame blisters under my skin and my guilty eyes glance to the side of the bed.

Aubry naked, cock hard, bends over and pulls out the shoebox.

Without a second thought, he tosses off the lid and exposes them all to the light.

“No, no.” He shoves the mass of dildos aside and picks up one of the squat vibrators. “Maybe. Wait.”

Aubry’s in the way, and I can’t see what he picks up. “Perfect.” Holding his prize tight to his chest, he stares at me.

I whip my head back to the eggplant, uncertain what’s coming. Did he find that one butt plug someone got me as a joke? Oh, I hope not.

“Sadvhi.” His voice pours honey down my spine. Warmth curves over my ass and I try to brace myself. Instead of cold lube striking it, the slick pull of his cock runs down and rests right against my entrance.

Silicon glides up my thigh. I stare down and my little rose looks back. Is he…?

“Take the picture,” he orders and thrusts.

“Umph,” I moan, pressing a button. My greedy pussy tries to gobble him up whole, but at this angle, he’s so huge I can’t handle the strain. “It’s so much…you’re so much!”

“I know,” he says. The familiar, not-so-whisper-quiet whirr starts up. Aubry knows what he’s doing. Instead of fumbling to get the cup lined up, he rocks it right over my clit.

“Now stand there and take it.”

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh…!” The rose does what it’s designed to do and sucks my clit in fast. I barely have a chance to breathe before the first orgasm hits me.

My vagina bucks, clamping onto his cock that was still.

But as I come on him, Aubry starts to thrust—lightly.

Every tender poke meets my shaking flesh, elongating the pulse of pleasure.

The rose falls off my clit and I breathe.

He cups my breast, threading his fingers around the nipple.

“Again.” Aubry puts the rose over my clit and thrusts slowly. In and out. I try to follow the rhythm, to keep my body rocking with his, but…

“Fuck!” I scream.

The second orgasm tears me to shreds. I can barely hear my roommate banging on the wall as my ears pound with both my heartbeat and his cock stroking me from the inside.

Panting, I cling to my thousand dollar camera and hang my head.

The pressure slips off my clit, but he’s still there, inside of me. Waiting for more.

“Again,” Aubry says, but he keeps the working toy against my thigh.

I can't do this.

I can’t… No, I can. I have done this. A hundred orgasms at his command.

What’s he waiting for?

I tap my finger, my tender flesh getting impatient for more torture. He jerks up, and I look at my hand.

With a little giggle, I push the button and snap a picture.

He gives me everything he has.

Rose. Cock. Hands.

Over and over, I come on him. He doesn’t thrust himself. Doesn’t do anything but stand there, grunt approvingly as I climax, then tell me again. His free hand roams over my breasts and hips, while his other keeps that rose sucking until the batteries run dry.

I have control. If I want more, I just have to take a picture of the damn eggplant. Fuck. My legs are shaking so hard, I’m going to collapse, but I can’t stop. I’m that rat that orgasmed itself to death.

More.

More.

More!

“Aubry!” I scream his name with the last one.

“Yes?” he whispers.

There’s nothing left to give. One more orgasm and my heart will explode. I’m dead certain of it. What I want is for him to finally get to go. To feel his cock expand and pulse as his cum erupts inside of me.

“Fuck me,” I whimper.

He guides the rose back into place, but I shove it away.

“No. Fuck me.” I hang off my tripod and stick my ass out. “Hard. Now!”

A low growl reverberates between us. His palms circle over my bare butt waiting for him.

“Yes.” It’s nothing more than a whisper, but he slides his cock out, then thrusts in to the root. “Yes!” Even being so aroused I’ve dripped down to my knees, my vagina struggles to fit him. He clamps onto my hips, pulling me down to meet him.

I moan, shocked at how good this feels after everything. How the pleasure can still swell through me as his pelvis snaps into my ass.

Aubry grabs my tits, pressing both back, and he groans. I lean toward him and sparks shoot through my eyes. His cock hit something forbidden and tender inside of me. Instead of pain, I cry out in a rush of one final orgasm.

“Fuck,” he cries out, panting against my neck. “Sadie. Your tits are…your body, I…”

My pussy grabs him, refusing to let go with every hard and fast thrust. He starts to hum, the whole of his body vibrating. I flail a hand back, wanting to touch him. To prove to myself this isn’t a wild dream.

“I have to feel your skin!” Aubry shouts. “Please. Please!”

He wants to come on me? Again?

Yes!

A more demure, “Yes” tumbles out of my exhausted throat.

Aubry pops out of me. He whips off the condom, then pins me against his chest. With one hand on my breast, he thrusts. His cock rides up through my ass and over my spine.

“Yes,” he moans. Thrusting freely, he massages my tits and teases my nipples. His panting strikes the back of my ear as he keeps crying out for more, for me, for my soft skin.

“I need you,” he shouts at the pinnacle. With one hard jerk, his voice rings out. “Sadie!”

Cum erupts up my back, reaching to my shoulder blades.

Aubry cups a hand at the base, catching it as it slides down. I did that. Just my bare skin made him come so hard he coated my whole back.

Panting, I start to take a step away when he catches my chin and turns me to face him.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” he declares and kisses me.

My body collapses. Aubry catches me at the last second, but I wouldn’t have cared if I hit the floor. It was worth it. Even if I’m sore for a week, it was worth it. Lifting me up, Aubry gives a quick glance to my camera and the last picture.

I took nearly two hundred while he fucked me.

Wow.

I’ve hated eggplants since my allergy kicked in, but now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to see one without getting wet.