“Ella, baby, your body....it's a work of art. Every goddamn inch. I want images of it in ways no one else will ever get to see.” I burn from somewhere deep in my belly, imagining all the way she could capture my body.
“Tell me, Sir. What ways.” I glance back over my shoulder, seeing him taking both still shots and video of me.
“Like those filthy shots you left for me. You spread out for me, those eyes needy, begging me to fuck you. Tied up while I fuck you till we both ache. Sticky with my cum. On your knees, waiting to take my cock down your throat. Fuck, I want an image of every single thing I do to you tonight, baby.” I watch him pass the camera over us both as he tugs me backwards again.
“Yes, Sir. I want you to have them. Want you to never forget.” I whisper as he nudges at my backside with the tip of his cock.
“What about you, baby? How will you remember?” I moan when he brings the camera round to capture both of us.
“I won't ever forget how you felt inside me.” I look up into the phone as he focuses it on the two of us.
“No, you fucking won't. Promise you that.” We share a look in the camera that ignites that burn in my belly.
Knox sets the phone aside and brings me into his arms, embracing me intimately. Once he lets go, we step from the bath but he makes me wait while he towels me off. The bathroom is huge with a double vanity and wide, low mirrors above two bowl sinks. The sunken tub we bathed in takes one corner with a shower tucked behind it.
Knox leads me to the vanity counter, standing me in front of it. I watch with a smirk as he situates the camera just so atop the vanity before coming back to me. I squeal with a laugh as he lifts me atop the stone counter, between the two bowls.
“Spread those legs for me, I didn't nearly get my fill of that sweet cunt.” I flush as he shoves my legs open and drops to kneel in between them.
“Oh Jesus, Sir!” A scream echoes against the gray marble walls as he eats me, my hands grasping at the ledge of the counter.
“Keep calling me that. Makes me so hard. Want to own you when you call me that. Make you hurt.” I shudder as he sucks at my clit, turning to look into the phone filming it all.
Just for him, just for later, I whisper his name over and over, as I cup my tits in my hands, begging him to make me come. He refuses me. Standing, he steps away to watch me.
“Touch yourself. Feel that pussy drip for me, baby.” I obey, shoving two fingers inside myself, both of us groaning at the sounds it makes.
“Please...Knox...” My head thuds against the mirror as I rub at my clit.
“Please....what?” I bite my lip as I watch him stroke his beautiful cock; watch him pass sticky drops of himself up the thick shaft.
“Please...Sir. Please fuck me Sir. Please make it hurt.” Fire flames in his eyes as he roars, pumping at his dick faster, harder.
“Climb down. Bring that ass back here. Want you to watch me take that ass in the mirror, baby.” I scramble off the counter, every inch of me live with need, with want. Remembering the fantasy I envisioned of him filming it just like this.
“Yes, Sir.” I purr, wincing as I bend over the cool marble, offering my backside to him.
Jumping when he swats it once, twice, making my pussy pulse, I cry out as we lock eyes in the mirror. Knox harbors a beast inside him, one that craves a kind of pleasure no one lets him have. I want to let him have it. It's just one night and I don't want him to deny himself of anything.
“Goddamn you're perfect.” Knox cups my ass in his big hands, dropping behind me. I step up on my toes to watch in the mirror, crying out when I feel his tongue between my legs.
My pussy aches, soaked as it drips my arousal down my thighs. Knox licks every drop of it up. Then he wiggles the flat of his tongue over my clit. My hands wrap around the sink on either side of me as I rock over the edge. Just when I'm there, he's gone.
Until, he's there.
Knox shoves his tongue inside me,there,and I mewl so loud I should be ashamed of it. I'm not. Bending an arm back behind me, I grip his hair, shamelessly rocking myself against the delicious invasion of his tongue.
“Oh my god. Don't stop.” I plead, watching the mirror image of us in all its exciting filthiness. Despite my pleading, he stops.
“Spread that ass for me, Ella. Want to watch every inch of my cock going into this tight ass.” I whimper as I grab a cheek in each hand, bending to offer myself to him.
Knox grabs his phone and I watch in the mirror as he aims it just so. With his other hand, he fists his cock and drags it though my soaked folds. I whimper, bending more as bolts of pleasure zip to my clit. Pressure at my ass makes me tighten up but he coos at me.
“Relax, baby. Going to feel so good once I get inside you. Let me inside you, Ella.” I go soft, fingers digging into my cheeks as I watch him in the mirror.
I want him to take me here. I want him to take every single part of me even if it’s just for tonight. Even if I get just one shot with this man. It’s the first time I have ever felt so wanted, felt so alive, so aware of my own desires.
“Oh Christ,” Knox grunts as he pushes the head against the tiny ring of my ass, “So fucking beautiful. Hottest thing I've ever seen, this body taking me this way. Jesus.” I dip my head and bellow a moan as our eyes lock in the mirror as he pushes all the way inside me.
