“Such a good girl for me,” I hum.
“Cameras, Oz, really?” she scolds, but her voice is breathy, her chest rising in anticipation.
“You’re mine, Freya. If I want to watch you, I will.”
“Are you hard?” she asks.
I chuckle softly as I stroke my dick. “Like a rock. Now play with yourself for me. I want to watch you come.”
Freya moans. She moves two fingers to her clit, rolling them in circles till her back is arched with pleasure.
“Faster,” I order.
Her hand crumples the bed sheets. Her lips part. “Oz…”
“Do you need me Freya? Do you need me to lean over and suck your sweet tit into my mouth? To sink my fingers inside your hot cunt.”
“Not your fingers,” she breathes. “Your cock.”
I laugh. “Such a greedy little girl, wanting to be fucked. Used. Should I ease my thick cock inside that pussy of mine? Or maybe I should take your ass. Stretch you wide until you’re gaping for me, my cum dripping out of your hole.”
Freya’s eyes roll back in her head and I have to squeeze my cock hard to keep from coming.
“Please, Oz. I need you.”
“Not until you’ve come for me, Mo Leannan.”
Her fingers move faster, her free hand coming up to twist and pinch at her nipple.
I stare at her in awe. “Look at you, my own personal slut. Touching yourself while I watch. I think I might have to record this you know, so I can watch you being such a good little whore for me over and over.”
“Oz,” she groans. “I’m so close.”
“Come for me, Mo Leannan. Now.”
Her eyes flick open, her fingers going still as her back bows. She stays suspended for one moment before collapsing onto the bed.
“Fuck, Freya. You’re so fucking beautiful.” I shove my tablet to one side and stride across the hall to Freya’s room.
The sweet and musky scent of her arousal is thick in the air and I breathe it in like it’s a fine wine.
She looks over at me. “Oz, I need you.”
“I’m here, Mo Leannan. I’m here.” I go to her, brushing her hair off of her face.
She parts her legs and I drag my fingers through her folds. I groan at the wetness I find there. “Such a good girl, getting yourself all ready for me.”
I shove down my pants and line myself up. She’s so wet I slide all the way in with my first thrust, sinking deep inside her. We breathe out at the same time and I press my forehead to hers. My lips find Freya’s and I kiss her till she’s all I can taste.
She hooks her legs behind my thighs and pulls me closer, her breasts smashing against my bare chest.
“So needy,” I murmur against her lips, but then I’m fucking her, pumping in and out.
The sounds of us fucking, of our heavy breaths and Freya’s sweet whimpers, fill the room. I imagine how we must look on the cameras, entangled and sweaty. Locked together. The thought is enough to send me over the edge and I pump Freya full, filling her back up with my fingers when my cum seeps out. I paint her clit with my release and roll my thumb in circles until Freya’s coming too, her hands twisted in my hair.
“Happy birthday, my love,” I whisper in her ear.
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