**ALEX’S POV**
Lilith kept riding me like she was trying to carve the moment permanently into both of us.
The phone stayed steady in my hand, red light still recording every filthy detail: the way her full tits bounced and swayed under her own squeezing hands, the wet stretch of her pussy swallowing my cock to the base, the soft, rhythmic slap of her ass against my thighs.
Sweat shone on her stomach and the tops of her breasts.
Her dark hair stuck to her neck and shoulders.
Every downward grind forced another broken, slutty moan out of her throat.
“*Keep going,*” I ordered, voice rough.
“Show the camera how badly my slut needs to be painted.”
She obeyed instantly, hips rolling in deeper, harder circles.
The angle of the phone caught the exact place where my cock disappeared inside her, shiny with her juices, then the full curve of her ass as she rose and dropped again.
“*Fuck—Daddy—*” she gasped, eyes locked on the lens.
“I’m so close… please… I need it on me—”
I rubbed her clit faster with my free hand, matching the pace of her desperate riding.
Her walls fluttered hard around me.
The emotional weight of the last month still sat under the heat—every careful morning, every polite hallway nod, every night we had both gone to separate beds pretending the want had cooled.
All of it was burning now, deliberately, on camera.
“Tell them again,” I said.
“What you are.”
Lilith’s voice cracked into pure filth.
“*Your slut… your toy… your fucking cumrag—*” She slammed down harder, tits bouncing wildly.
“Please paint me… mark me… I don’t want to wash it off—”
The last of my control snapped.
I thrust up hard, burying myself as deep as I could go while she kept bouncing.
The wet, filthy sounds of our bodies filled the room.
Her moans turned into high, broken cries.
“I’m gonna come,” I growled against her chest.
“Where do you want it?”
“*Everywhere—*” she sobbed, still riding.
“My tits… my face… my pussy… just *cover* me—”
I pushed her up and off my cock at the last second.
She made a desperate sound of loss that turned into a sharp, eager moan when I stroked myself hard, aiming at her.
The first thick pulse painted a long stripe across her left breast, then the right.
She immediately cupped them, squeezing the soft flesh together so the next ropes landed between them and ran down the valley of her cleavage.
I kept stroking, aiming lower—stripes across her stomach, then directly over her still-swollen, glistening pussy.
The last few pulses landed on her inner thighs and the soft lips of her cunt itself.
Lilith looked down at the mess covering her, breathing hard, then straight into the camera that was still recording from the pillow.
She dragged two fingers through the cum on her breast, brought them to her mouth, and sucked them clean while staring at the lens.
“*Only for you,*” she whispered, voice wrecked and satisfied.
“Your private collection… your marked-up little slut.”
I reached over, stopped the recording, and dropped the phone on the nightstand.
For a few long seconds the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing.
Lilith stayed straddling my thighs, cum already starting to drip slowly down her body. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
She looked at me—not the camera, not the role, just me—and the playful, filthy edge softened into something quieter.
“We really did it again,” she said softly.
“Yeah.”
Neither of us looked away.
The broken agreement sat between us as clearly as the mess on her skin.
One month of trying to be only roommates had lasted exactly until she walked into the kitchen naked and decided she was done pretending.
I reached up and brushed a strand of damp hair from her cheek.
My thumb left a faint smear of cum on her skin.
She didn’t flinch.
“No more careful notes and polite distance after this,” I said.
It wasn’t a question.
Lilith’s mouth curved into a small, tired, completely honest smile.
“No.
I don’t think either of us was ever very good at that part anyway.”
She leaned down and kissed me—slow, open, tasting of salt and sex.
When she pulled back she rested her forehead against mine, still straddling me, still marked with everything I had just given her.
Outside, the evening had fully settled into night.
Inside the bedroom the air was thick and warm and honest for the first time in thirty-one days.
We had broken the rule again.
This time neither of us pretended we were going to put it back.