Page 152 of Trust Me

“It’s cold,” I whined.

Leaning down, he huffed hot air over me, making goosebumps rise on my legs.

“You’re so relaxed now,” he said, his eyes locked on where his fingers had disappeared.

I looked at his dick, half sticking out of his briefs. When I licked my lips, he drew in a slow breath through his nose and reached down to run his thumb through his precum. I opened my mouth, waiting for him to feed it to me.

Instead of closing my lips, I let him swirl it on my tongue. He hooked his fingers over my bottom teeth and tipped my face down.

“Watch me fuck you, baby.”

With his fingers holding my mouth open, I felt drool start to spill over my lower lip. It didn’t deter him. If anything, he appeared locked onto it.

As soon as he pulled his fingers out of my ass, I felt far too empty. I planted my heels in the small of his back, trying to bring him closer to me. He rose up on his knees, stroking his dick with lube while he lined himself up.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked.

I huffed. “We’re not stopping now. I mean, unless you don’t want—”

He dropped down to kiss me, cutting off my next words. His tongue stroked mine deliberately, and I wondered if he could taste himself there, the way that I tasted my own cum on him.

On instinct, I tensed when his dick pressed against my ass.

“Relax,” he breathed.

Even though I was ready, I clutched his back tightly. The initial pressure returned, blunt and unrelenting. He kissed me again, bringing me back to the moment.

“Eyes on me,” he said.

With his face just above mine, I stared into the depths of his eyes. They crinkled as he pushed in further. As my ass squeezed him, his mouth dropped open and his breaths became heavier.

“My God, Oli. Your ass is like a goddamn vice.”

“Don’t . . . flatter me.”

I whimpered when he pulled back to the start. He reached down to hold the base of his dick while he inched in. Lifting on my elbows, I watched the best I could, but it didn’t feel like enough.

“Can you . . .” I trailed off, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Tell me.”

“Do you have your phone?”

He raised one brow. “My phone?”

“I want to see,” I admitted. “I’ve never watched porn or anything, but this . . . This is something I want to be able to watch.”

To my surprise, he broke into a grin. “That might be the best idea you’ve ever had.”

He reached over the side of the bed to grab his phone from the nightstand.

“You trust me with this?” he verified.

I nodded immediately. “I trust you.”

He ducked his head, giving me a glimpse into that sensitive side of him. Taking his dick in one hand, he held the phone above. I positioned my feet on his hips and let my knees fall to the sides so he’d have a good shot. Hopefully, his heavy breaths would be caught on the video. I wanted to hear them over and over again.

“God,” I moaned as he breached me. It wasn’t as bad this time, and I lifted my hips to encourage him.