Forty-Four

Ithink my life so far has been building up to my relationship with Valeria. Every awful thing I endured, every hardship I weathered, was the universe's way of telling me I'd be rewarded one day. Get the bad shit over with, Lander, because once you meet that girl, it's going to be so fucking good.

Fine by me. The universe and I are about to settle our debts; I just have one more bad thing to get out of the way.

I'm standing behind a tripod, watching my girlfriend take off her bra for hundreds of people. I want to fuck her brains out.

Seriously, I'm obsessed with her, and I want to fuck her brains out.

Oh wait…I get to do that—I get to fuck her brains out.

I remind myself how lucky I am before I take a deep, fortifying breath, walk around the tripod, and sit on the bed next to her.

On camera.

Valeria places her hand on mine before running it along my arm. She watches me, wetting her lips with her tongue before she pulls her lower lip back with her teeth. She's hot for it, I know. When she's particularly hungry for my cock, she doesn't stop moving—like she can't settle in her own body. Right now, she's shifting like she wants to burst out of her skin.

The camera's red light shines in my periphery, sending a pulse of thrill through me. I'm so fucking ready. A normal person would be nervous knowing hundreds of people are about to witness them performing some real depravity, but here's the thing: I don't think I'm a normal person. It took me a while to realize it, but my predilections have always been a little offbeat.

So, let's fucking embrace it.

I give Valeria a slow, measured kiss. It's a tacit message: I'm good to go.

Game time.

We agreed in advance: First and foremost, this is her stream and she's the star. While Aurora Amada would have laid on her back and settled for gentle missionary, Valeria Fuentes would never. She strips me, hurried and desperate as usual, clawing at my clothes like they personally offended her. When I'm down to my boxer briefs, her eyes find mine, checking in. I nod—still good. After all, the internet has seen my dick before. This is old hat.

Satisfied with my consent, she tugs off my boxer briefs, leaving me naked and painfully hard. Fucking hell—my dick needs media training. A full erection from the jump? I thought our livestream debut would escalate more gradually.

Well, fuck it. I need her. My dick knows it, she knows it, and now, hundreds of viewers know it.

But before Valeria touches me, she faces the camera. "Yeah—he really is that big," she declares with a proud smirk.

She's off script. I love her.

"Come here," I urge, unable to wait any longer. I tug her into my lap, where she squirms and writhes. She's playing a dangerous game. The right move might accidentally let my dick into her wet and ready pussy, and once I'm in, it's on.

We kiss again. Her body is curvy and perfect, undulating under my grip, and I touch her everywhere. I touch all those spots I fantasized about when I was a guy on his laptop: her pearled nipples, her wet pussy, her tight as fuck asshole. I stroke every inch of her, knowing hundreds of guys want their hands where mine are.

But I'm the only one who touches her.

Valeria rises to her knees, straddling one of my thighs. "Suck," she orders, cupping the underside of her breast and jutting her nipple towards my mouth.

I latch on, suckling her like it's my fucking job, and shit—I actually am getting paid to do this right now.

"His mouth is so good," she murmurs indulgently. When I look up, she's staring at the camera. "Nobody's mouth is better."

"Yours is, baby," I manage to say around her nipple.

"Yeah?" she asks, grinning before she shoves me backwards, planting my back onto the mattress.

Then she's sucking my cock and it's the point of no return. I've crossed the line from casual Reddit nudist to full-on internet fucker.

And I'm going to put on a fucking show.

Reaching down, I catch the tip of one of her plump, swinging breasts and toy with her nipple. The touch earns me an extended hum around my length, and I groan with the surge of pleasure. Satisfied, Valeria's eyes open and meet mine. I know those eyes—I know them well.

Those are the eyes of a woman who loves when I fuck her throat.

I pull out, flip her over, and shove my cock right back where it was—but with me over her face this time. My hips surge forward to her waiting throat, giving her my cock, and Valeria takes it all. "It's not easy to look beautiful with a dick in your mouth," I say through a grunt. "Sexy? Yeah." Groan. "Nasty? Easy." Groan. "But beautiful? Fuck me that's good. Baby, you look fucking beautiful with my cock between your lips."

She beams with the compliment, and her smile is always going to wreck me—even if it's around a dick. I pull out, to her chagrin (and mine), but I can't come in her mouth. No, we've got plans for my load.

Doesn't mean we're slowing down though.

We kiss fiercely, naked and keyed up, unsettling the bed, straight-up grinding. The camera catches it all: sweat-slick skin, tensing muscles, perfect breasts, the sheer physicality of wanting someone, pleasing someone, loving someone.

Briefly, I wonder if the last part comes through. As astounding as fucking is, it's not the only thing between Valeria and me. My doubt quickly passes when she rolls us over again, laughing gleefully when she manages to get on top. How could anyone see us together and not understand how much I fucking love her?

It takes all my willpower to stick to the script and separate from Valeria, darting off-camera for our prop. She barely has time to inhale and exhale before I'm back on top of her and holding something in my hand that makes her face brighten like I just whipped out the holy grail itself.

If the holy grail were a ten-inch dildo.

And frankly, if the holy grail were, in fact, a ten-inch dildo, the world would be a better place. If people spent less time trying to live forever and more time fucking each other in the freakiest ways possible, I imagine we'd all be happier.

Lubed and ready, I slide my hand between her cheeks, touching the rim of her asshole. She groans, rolling her hips, eager. Still, I take my time to prep her. This particular part of the script has nothing to do with schemes; this is something we both wanted. She wore the plug earlier, but it's our first time doing this. It's my job to guarantee it won't be the last.

While I massage Valeria's asshole, she does the same to me. Those curious fingers slide between my cheeks, exploring me. I nod, letting her know I'm game for it—fucking thrilled, really. Sure, after tonight, hundreds of strangers will have seen my asshole get fingered, but I don't care. She knows what's good, and I'll do anything she wants. Plus, nearly everything she does with her hands is miraculous.

This thing? It's fucking nirvana.

"Ease up, baby," I warn, fighting off a groan.

"Too much?" Her face and tone are deceptively innocent.

"Yeah, in a good way." I wink. "Let's not spoil the show."

Moving away from my asshole, Valeria reaches down and notches the dildo at her own, pressing it in carefully. She's tight but willing, allowing the toy to breach her entrance.

"You're up." She places my hand on the dildo and pats it lovingly. "Make my ass feel good, okay? Use it like you own it. Use it like you wanted to back when you tipped me thousands of dollars just to look at it."

That mouth. My girl is such a fucking professional.

I commandeer the toy. The girth of it is spectacular—wider than me, I admit, but I'm not self-conscious like that. Anything that pleases Valeria pleases me. Taking my time, I squirt another dollop of lube onto the dildo and press another inch into her, eliciting a hiss.

"Enough?"

She shakes her head, before scoffing. "Hardly."

"You think you can take more? Fucking prove it. Tell them how much you want this." I give her ass a sharp slap. "Tell them all how much you want me to fuck your ass with this toy while I take you with my cock."

Valeria turns her head to face the camera. "I want him to stuff all my holes," she declares outright. "He knows just what to do with a tight little hole."

Sure do.

I give her two more inches, well over half the toy now, and the sight is obscene. Her body is starting to shine with sweat, so I run my hand over her skin, giving her more stimulation while she adjusts. A minute passes, and I know her signs well enough to know she's ready for more. I ease in. Two more inches. Another break. Another inch. Another break.

Last inch. We're there.

The entire length of the dildo is inside her, up to its fake balls. It's vulgar and thrilling and beautiful in its own way, but the image that'll stick with me for a long time, years to come, is the look of contentment on Valeria's face. She stares up at me, eyes shining, with her lips separated and curled upwards at the corners.

"How are you?" I ask, toying with her nipple.

"I can take more," she replies, never letting her gaze falter. "I need more. How much longer are you going to withhold that cock?"

"Ah, you remember what I said?" I line up with her pussy. "Don't say shit and expect to take it back."

Valeria rises on her elbows. "Do I—" She takes the tip. "—fucking look—" Halfway. "—like I'm taking—" Almost there. "—anything except your cock?"

Ecstasy.

I have no clue how I'm going to last, but I have to. "Shit, baby."

"I know," she murmurs, gasping before falling back onto the mattress. "You're so big."

I am, and the dildo hasn't left much space. Everything is so fucking tight. Exhaling, I center myself—I need to do this for her.

"And you're perfect, baby." I bow and kiss her. "Doing so good. Taking me so good."

She loves the praise, as usual, and responds with a cant of her hips. I thrust gently, testing her limits, before I offer a mirrored gesture with the toy in her ass.

Valeria groans, finally shutting her eyes. I don't move until she does, and it's the barest tilt of her hips—but an encouraging one. I pull the dildo back halfway, and as I push it in once more, I draw my cock back. There, we find our rhythm. Toy and then cock, alternating between the two until her eyes open again.

"Kiss me," she whispers.

I do. The touch of our lips is tender at first, but when I pull the dildo out well over halfway, she doesn't flinch on the return. She moans instead, the delicate, involuntary kind of moan that shoots right into my soul.

I press my tongue between her lips, and finally, I own every hole on her body.

But she owns my fucking heart.