**LILITH’S POV**
The afternoon light was soft through the half-closed blinds.
We hadn’t really left the bed since the night before.
Alex was still inside me, moving in slow, lazy thrusts while his hands stayed cupped around my breasts, squeezing and kneading them like he couldn’t get enough.
Every time his thumbs brushed over my nipples a quiet spark ran through me.
I was sore in the best way, marked, and completely content to stay exactly like this.
I watched his face while he touched me.
The same man who used to look away whenever I walked around in too little clothing was now the one who couldn’t keep his hands off me.
The change still surprised me sometimes.
I reached up and traced the line of his jaw with my fingers.
“Hey,” I said softly.
He slowed but didn’t pull out, just looked down at me, waiting.
I took a breath.
The words had been sitting in my chest since the morning conversation, and I needed to say them before the heat took over again.
“We should… make this clearer.
So neither of us gets the wrong idea later.”
Alex’s hands stilled on my breasts, but he didn’t move away.
“Okay.”
“Roommates with benefits,” I said.
“That’s what this is.
No strings.
Physical only.
We can still hook up with other people if we want — no jealousy, no ownership.
The only time this pact ends is if one of us actually falls into a real, serious relationship with someone else.
Then we stop.
Clean break.
Agreed?”
He was quiet for a few seconds, eyes searching mine.
I could feel him still hard and deep inside me, the slow pulse of his heartbeat against my body.
The honesty of the moment felt heavier than any of the filthy things we’d done.
Finally he nodded.
“Agreed.”
Relief and something sharper mixed in my chest.
I didn’t examine the sharper feeling too closely.
“Good,” I whispered.
I arched a little so my breasts pressed more firmly into his hands.
I like how it feels when you do that.”
Alex’s mouth curved into a small, dark smile.
His fingers tightened again, rolling my nipples between them while he started moving once more — slow, deep strokes that made the wet sound of us fill the quiet room.
I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the sensation, the new pact sitting between us like a thin, careful wall.
We both knew walls could crack.
But for now, this was enough.
**ALEX’S POV**
Night had fully settled over the apartment and we still hadn’t left the bed.
I was on top of her, thrusting hard and deep, the wet slap of skin filling the room.
Lilith’s back arched off the mattress, nails dragging down my shoulders as she took every brutal stroke.
“Who’s your Daddy, whore?”
Her voice came out wrecked, barely coherent between gasps.
“*Y-You!
Fuck—only you, Daddy~!*”
I kept pounding into her, angling the phone so the camera caught the exact place where my cock disappeared into her pussy and the full view of her flushed, open body beneath me.
“Look at the camera, baby.
Make a peace sign with both hands and tell them what you are.”
Lilith’s eyes flicked to the lens.
She raised both hands, fingers forming shaky peace signs while I fucked her harder.
“*You want me to show your viewers…?
Mmhh~ Okay, Daddy.
Like this.
I’m your… your naughty little slut.*”
I leaned down, voice low against her ear while the camera kept rolling.
“Oh baby, the viewers are me.
You know that.
It’ll be in my private collection — just for me, in a safe folder.”
Something in her expression cracked open at those words.
Her pussy clenched hard around me.
“*Y-You’re the only one who’ll see… Just you.
No one else is allowed.
Only Daddy—only you get to see me like this.
Just… all mine, all for you…*”
The orgasm hit her suddenly.
Her back arched violently, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as she came hard around my cock, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
“*F-Fuck!
Daddy—I-I’m your whore! Get faster updates on g.com.
Only yours~!*”
I didn’t slow down.
I kept thrusting through her climax until a second one crashed over her almost immediately.
Her hands flew to my shoulders, nails digging in deep as she screamed.
“*D-DADDY!
I’M—I’M YOURS!
ONLY YOURS~!!*”
The camera caught every second of her coming undone — wrecked, obedient, completely open for the private collection that would only ever be mine.
I pulled out just long enough to flip her onto all fours.
She barely had time to catch her breath before I slammed back into her from behind, deeper and rougher than before.
The new angle made her cry out sharply.
“*F-Fuck!
Daddy~!*”
I gripped her hips and fucked her hard, the lewd slap of skin echoing through the room.
The phone was angled to capture the exact stretch of her pussy around me and the way her ass bounced with every thrust.
“Your toy?” I growled.
“Say it.”
“*Your toy—I’m your toy, Daddy~ Use me however you want…*”
“Wave that ass and shake it left and right on my cock for the camera.”
Lilith moaned and obeyed instantly.
She started rolling her hips in slow, sinuous circles, making her ass bounce and jiggle while I stayed buried inside her.
The camera drank in every filthy movement.
“*Mmh~ Like this?
Daddy wants his slut to shake for the camera…?*”
I watched the screen, then the real thing, then the screen again — her perky ass shaking side to side while my cock stayed buried deep, shiny with her juices.
I pulled out once more, flipped her flat onto her stomach, and pushed back in.
She gasped into the sheets, ass still raised high, presenting herself perfectly.
I braced myself over her and drove in hard, the camera catching every desperate clench of her cunt and the way she took it.
“*F-Fuck!
Daddy~!*”
I kept the brutal pace, one hand fisted in her hair, the other holding the phone steady so the lens never missed a second.
Lilith’s moans turned completely shameless — loud, broken, continuous — filling the apartment with the sound of how thoroughly she was being used.
The afternoon pact still sat quietly in the back of my mind: roommates with benefits, no strings, physical only.
Right now it felt very far away.
I fucked her harder, chasing the edge, the camera recording every filthy detail of her body taking me, every desperate sound she made, every proof that for tonight — and for the private collection — she was completely, shamelessly mine.