**ALEX’S POV**
Lilith kept riding me while facing the camera, one hand rubbing tight, filthy circles over her clit, the other bracing on my chest for balance.
Her full tits bounced with every downward grind.
The wet sound of her pussy taking my cock mixed with her increasingly broken moans.
I held the phone steady, making sure the lens captured everything—her flushed face, the way her fingers worked herself, the stretch of her cunt around me.
“*Look at you,*” I said, voice rough.
“My horny little slut touching herself on camera while she’s full of cock.
You love this, don’t you?”
“*Y-Yes—*” she gasped, rubbing faster.
“Love being recorded… love knowing you’ll watch it later and get hard all over again—”
I thrust up harder from below, matching the desperate pace of her hips.
The bed creaked.
Her moans turned high and shaky.
“Show the camera how close you are.
Don’t you dare come until I say.”
Lilith whimpered, fingers slowing just enough to obey even while her body trembled on the edge.
“*Please, baby… I’m so close… my clit is throbbing—*”
“Not yet.” I kept the phone angled perfectly.
“Keep rubbing.
Keep riding.
Let them see how well-behaved my toy can be.” The source of this chapter is g.com.
She bit her lip hard and forced herself to stay right on the edge, hips rolling in deep, controlled circles, fingers still circling her swollen clit for the camera.
Sweat ran down between her breasts.
Her thighs started to shake.
“*I can’t—*” she sobbed.
“Baby, please… I need to come—”
I gave her three more hard thrusts, then finally growled:
“Come.
Now.
Come on my cock for the camera like a good slut.”
Lilith shattered instantly.
A loud, broken cry tore out of her as her orgasm hit.
Her pussy clamped down in strong, pulsing waves, juices flooding around my cock while her fingers kept rubbing frantically through the climax.
The camera caught every tremor, every desperate roll of her hips, the way her tits bounced and her face twisted in pure pleasure.
I fucked her through it, never stopping the upward thrusts, dragging the orgasm out until she was oversensitive and whimpering.
Only then did I drop the phone onto the pillow (still recording) and grab both of her hips.
“My turn.”
I pounded up into her hard and fast, chasing my own release while she was still fluttering around me.
Lilith could only cling to my chest and take it, moaning weakly with every impact.
“*Fill me—*” she begged, voice wrecked.
A few more brutal strokes and I buried myself to the hilt, coming hard with a low groan.
Thick pulses flooded her as I held her down on my cock, making sure every drop stayed inside while the camera on the pillow kept recording the exact moment I finished in her.
We stayed locked together afterward, both breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.
Lilith slumped forward against my chest, still trembling with aftershocks.
I reached over, stopped the recording, and set the phone on the nightstand.
For a long moment the only sound in the room was our uneven breathing.
Lilith eventually lifted her head, cheeks flushed, hair a mess, a tired but satisfied smirk on her lips.
“…You stayed so calm on that call,” she murmured.
“I really thought I had you.”
I huffed a quiet laugh and brushed damp hair from her face.
“You almost did.”
She grinned, still sitting on my cock, cum already starting to leak out around me.
“Next time I’ll try harder.”
“Next time,” I said, “I’ll put the phone on mute.”
Lilith laughed—soft, genuine, and still a little breathless—then leaned down and kissed me slowly.
The filthy energy of the last hour settled into something warmer.
Outside, the ordinary day continued without us.
Inside, the newest video for the private collection sat on the nightstand, and neither of us felt like moving anytime soon.
Whatever we were now, it was messy, honest, and nowhere near finished.