**ALEX’S POV**
Afternoon light filtered through the half-closed blinds, striping the bedroom in gold and shadow.
Empty condom wrappers littered the floor like discarded confessions.
The box sat open on the nightstand, half-empty already.
Lilith was on top of me again, hips rolling in a steady, wet rhythm, the soft weight of her breasts bouncing with every downward grind.
“Mm, god… you’re… really… *good*… at this…” she breathed, voice already rough.
I gripped her waist, thrusting up to meet her.
“It’s my first time, you.”
She paused mid-ride, eyebrow raised, looking down at me like I’d just claimed I could fly.
“You… your first time?
*Seriously*?”
“Yes.”
Lilith studied my face, searching for the lie.
When she didn’t find one, her expression shifted—surprise, then something softer.
“You’re… really not bullshitting me right now.
You’ve never done this before?”
“No.
Like I told you about my family.”
Her teasing smirk faded.
She stilled completely, fingers tracing my jaw with unexpected gentleness.
“Oh… *oh*.
So I was the one who…” She bit her lip, then let out an awkward little chuckle.
“Guess that makes me your first and worst influence then~”
“What about you?
Is this your…”
Her cheeks flushed deeper.
She looked almost sheepish.
“Um… well.
You see.
This isn’t my *first* time…” She cleared her throat.
“I mean, I may have… had a few experiences…”
“Keep telling me while you ride me.”
Lilith laughed under her breath and started moving again, slower this time, deliberate.
“Well… it’s just that I’ve had a few… *ahem*… relationships in the past.
Nothing serious, mind you.” She leaned forward, hands braced on my chest, smirk returning with a teasing edge.
“But I’ve learned a few things along the way~”
Her hips rolled with more confidence, the wet heat of her sliding up and down my cock in a way that made it hard to focus on her words.
“I know how to please a man, know what they like and how they like it.
I have a… well, *extensive* amount of experience.
You could say I’ve been around the block a few times.”
I hardened further inside her.
She felt it immediately.
Her smirk turned wicked.
“Mmm… *someone’s* enjoying the story~” She leaned down and nipped my earlobe.
“Want me to describe my last time?
How he *begged* for it?”
“Sure,” I said, grabbing both of her full, round breasts and squeezing.
“Because I won’t lose the grip.”
Lilith gasped, eyes narrowing in challenge for a second before the sultry smile came back.
“Last time… mmm, he was a pretty fun guy.
A little older, *very* rich… and very, *very* demanding.
The kind of guy who always has to be in charge, you know?”
She moved harder, body pressing down.
Soft moans kept interrupting her.
“He liked to be in charge.
And god, he was *rough*.
Had me begging within minutes.”
I squeezed her tits again, thumbs circling the tight nipples.
“What do you like in a guy?
Who would you like to be with?”
She shuddered, still riding.
“Hmm, I like ’em confident.
Someone who knows what they want, and isn’t afraid to take it.
Someone who can handle me.” Her breath was hot against my ear.
“Someone who isn’t scared to get a little rough, and isn’t afraid to take control if need be.
I like a *take charge* kind of guy… and I like a man who can put me in my damn place if I get too out of line~”
“I will,” I said, voice low.
“Because it will be our first and last when I’m done.”
I sat up, hooked my arms under her thighs, and lifted her.
She yelped in surprise as I stood, still buried inside her, then started thrusting harder while holding her open.
Her nails dug into my shoulders.
“*Fuck*—!
Y-you *really* mean that?
Last time… with me?”
Her teasing façade cracked.
The intensity in the way I held her—possessive, dominant—made her arch against me, body begging even while her voice stayed uncertain.
“You’re… serious, right?
Just this… just this one time?”
“Yes.
Because we won’t like to mess this relationship as roommates on our second day together.” I caught the slip immediately.
“Never mind.”
Lilith’s expression softened.
She could see I meant it.
Her body kept moving against mine in slow, needy grinds.
“You really care that much…?
You’d give up… this, just to make things easier between us… as *roommates*?”
“Yes.”
She was quiet for a moment.
Her fingers traced my shoulders, tender now.
“Roommates… that’s all we’ll be?” There was vulnerability in her voice, hope mixed with uncertainty.
Her body rocked against me as if seeking the answer physically.
I pulled her closer and kissed her hard.
She moaned into it, melting.
“*Mmf*—… S-so what *are* we then?” she asked against my lips, nipping playfully.
“If not roommates…”
“For today, we are fools who are having a fling.
Tomorrow, we will see.” I kissed her again and thrust harder.
Lilith let out a sharp, breathy laugh that turned into a moan.
Her fingers tangled in my hair as she kissed back fiercely.
“*Fools*, huh?
Mmm… I can work with that~” Her hips met every thrust.
“Then *ruin me* like the fool I am…”
I flipped us so she was on her back, then pulled her up again into my lap facing away.
“Do it.
Ruin me.
*Please*… I’m yours… just tonight.” Her voice cracked with need.
“Don’t hold back… I don’t want gentle… I need you to take me… make me yours…”
“Arch your ass for me.
You’re my slut tonight.”
A full-body shiver ran through her.
She nodded and obeyed, pushing her ass back, presenting herself.
“Yes sir—I’m your little slut… for tonight… whatever you want… I’m yours.
Use me to please you… make me your toy…”
“Take my phone.
Let me record this.”
Lilith didn’t hesitate.
She grabbed my phone from the nightstand, unlocked it with slightly shaky fingers, and handed it over.
I opened the camera and angled it.
“Lean your back against my chest.
Bounce that pussy up and down on my cock with your legs in a horny shape.”
She positioned herself exactly as ordered—back pressed to my chest, legs spread wide in a lewd open V, the camera catching everything.
The lens framed the full, bouncing weight of her breasts, the wet stretch of her pussy taking my cock over and over, the high round curve of her ass as she rose and fell.
“Is this what you want… sir…?” Her voice was already shaky.
“Move.
Show me how much you want it.
Make me proud in the video… and I might be even more generous.”
Lilith started bouncing—slow at first, then harder.
The camera caught every detail: the way her round tits jiggled and swayed, nipples tight; the glistening length of my cock disappearing into her pink, stretched pussy; the soft clap of her ass against my hips; the wet shine coating both of us.
Sweat beaded on her skin.
She bit her lip every time I thrust up to meet her.
“*Fuck*—yes… just like that?
I’m being so *good* for you…” she whimpered between moans, eyes occasionally flicking to the screen to make sure it captured everything.
I kept the phone steady with one hand and used the other to squeeze and slap her ass, then reach around to pinch her nipples.
The angle showed it all—her body on display, completely open, taking me deep while the recording light stayed red.
“Deeper,” I ordered.
“Show the camera how well this slut takes cock.”
She obeyed, rising higher and slamming down harder.
The wet sounds grew louder.
Her moans turned broken.
I could feel her tightening, getting close again.
I adjusted the phone lower so the frame was filled with the obscene sight of her pussy stretched around me, her ass bouncing, the occasional glimpse of her breasts heaving above.
“Look at that.
Perfect little toy.
Keep going until you come on camera for me.”
Lilith’s rhythm turned frantic.
“Yes sir—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna come—”
She shattered with a loud, shaky cry, walls clamping down hard around my cock while the phone recorded every pulse and tremble.
I kept thrusting up into her through it, the camera catching the way her juices coated me, the way her ass jiggled with every impact, the way her breasts bounced as she rode out the orgasm.
When she started to go limp I dropped the phone onto the sheets (still recording) and gripped both of her hips, pounding up into her from below until I followed her over the edge with a low groan, filling the condom deep inside her while she whimpered and clenched around me.
We stayed locked together for a long time afterward, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.
The phone sat on the bed, red light still blinking, capturing the aftermath—her spent body draped over mine, my hands still resting on the soft curves of her ass and thighs, the mess of used protection on the floor.
Lilith eventually turned her head just enough to speak against my neck, voice hoarse and quiet.
“…Still just fools for today?”
I didn’t answer right away.
My fingers traced idle circles on her hip.
Outside, the afternoon light had started to shift toward evening.
Tomorrow was already waiting on the other side of the door—roommate rules, polite distance, the careful pretend that none of this had happened.
But for now the room still smelled like sex and her skin, and neither of us had moved to clean up or stop the recording.
Tomorrow we would see.
Tonight, the fling still had a few hours left.