8. Nikolai
EIGHT
Nikolai
Sierra is hot.
She has to know it, too, because no chick who looks like that is unaware that every straight guy with a dick is into her. But her being hot doesn’t change the fact that sitting around in a room watching her work on her computer stuff is actually really fucking boring.
All she does is type and stare at the screen, then type more. Again and again, until I’m ready to go insane. She’s been working on it for what feels like hours, and while she keeps telling Konstantin it takes time, I wonder if she’s just trying to play us after all.
“Made any progress?” I ask.
She answers absently with some computer jargon I don’t recognize, but I nod and smile like I know what she’s saying.
“That sounds hard,” I tell her.
Sierra gives me a look from over the laptop’s screen. “You didn’t listen to a word I said, did you?” she asks, shaking her head.
I grin at her. “I listened! I just don’t know that language.” I pause, feeling like a caged beast while stuck in this place. Someone has to keep an eye on Sierra, though it’s pretty much pointless since none of us know enough about computers to know if she’s actually holding up her end of the bargain or not .
I finally give up, unable to take the monotony any longer.
“You stay here,” I tell her, pointing a finger at the computer. “Keep working. I’ll be right back.”
“Mhm,” she murmurs, and I’m not even sure she heard me.
I roll my eyes and leave the room, heading to my own. I find my camera there, checking to make sure I have a new memory card in it before returning to Sierra.
She doesn’t even look up as I enter, or even when I start taking pictures of her. She’s pretty even without makeup, with her short hair tousled from sleep and with an organic feel most women can’t come close to.
As the days pass, she seems to get more and more used to wearing our clothes, too. I like seeing her in Konstantin’s in particular, because they drown her form entirely and make it especially alluring when all I can see are legs.
I move to take pictures of those, too, and it’s only when I circle around her that she finally looks up.
At first, she looks confused, then her eyes narrow in annoyance. “You can’t leave me alone for an hour?”
“I’m not bothering you,” I tell her. “I’m not making you pose, even though you’d make a fantastic model.” She would, too, and I have every intention of making her model naked for me once the brand heals completely.
“You are bothering me, actually,” Sierra retorts. “I can’t concentrate with your camera in my face like that.”
I lift the camera to take a few pictures of her face. “Do you normally wear make-up?” I ask as I flip through the results.
The question seems to catch her off guard, but she shrugs. “Most of the time I wear a little,” she says. “Lip gloss, mascara, a little foundation and powder… Not much more than that. What about you?”
I snort. “Would you like to see me in some guyliner?”
Come to think of it, I wonder how I’d look. I’m not emo or goth enough to pull it off, though, and I’d probably look ridiculous.
Yuri, on the other hand …
“It wouldn’t make you any less vile,” she says almost cheerfully, which is enough to sour some of my good will toward her.
Still, I understand to a degree.
If I was in her shoes, I would probably think the same. Of course, her shoes would never fit me, and I’d have never been taken alive. I wouldn’t have cared if my mother had died along with me.
I’d have done anything, everything, to keep myself from being taken by the enemy like this.
Is she stupid, brave, or what?
She goes back to typing, but after a few more pictures, she asks, “What kind of camera is that?”
I pause, wondering if she actually cares. But she sounds legitimately curious, and it’s not like it’s a secret. “A new mirrorless one. I bought it for myself over the holidays. Haven’t had a chance to really test it out yet.”
“You should go do that outside,” she says, deadpan.
I roll my eyes. “Nope. I have a perfectly good subject right here.” I pointedly take another picture of her. “The only thing I need is for you to be naked…” I can imagine it now, her lying in bed for one nude shot after the next.
Despite what Yuri and Konstantin might think, I’m capable of taking tasteful shots. Sure, seeing her with a cock in her mouth or cunt, cum dribbling down her chin or leg makes me hot, but…
I lose track of my thought, imagining those pretty lips with some gloss, stretching wide to take our cocks.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“You know,” Sierra suddenly says. “If you want to take photos of me, there’s got to be better backgrounds for that. And I’d look better in nicer clothes. With makeup. A good pair of shoes.”
I blink at her. “You’d also look good naked on the bed, with those pretty legs parted for me.”
But she does have a point.
“I don’t think we have women’s clothes on hand,” I say doubtfully. “Or even shoes that fit you. The ones we brought you here in weren’t nice. We don’t keep makeup here either.” I flash her a grin. “So nude it is! ”
“I am going to need clothes, you know,” she says. “I can’t go back to school in just one of Konstantin’s shirts.”
“But you look so good in it,” I say. “Besides, we didn’t say you could go back to school.” I flash her a grin.
Sierra glowers at me for a moment before turning her attention back to the computer. At least, she tries, but when I go back to taking pictures of her, she closes the laptop.
“Hey!” I protest. “I was having fun. “I’m going to upload these to one of those stock photo sites so everyone can use you for their promo graphics.”
“You are pathetic,” she mutters. “And you had better not. We didn’t agree to that.”
I roll my eyes. “Technically, you did. You said you’d do anything if we kept you and Mommy Dearest alive.” I pause, recalling the night we’d taken her. I keep the camera up so I can take pictures of her reactions, because she starts to tense.
“Yeah?” she asks cautiously, crossing her arms against her chest.
“So she whined about losing all her kids,” I say, trying to remember how the woman had put it. “And you said Kyran is gay, not dead.” I keep taking pictures.
Her expression is already amusing through the lens as her lips tighten and she looks more like an old school marm than a gorgeous woman her age. The tension doesn’t suit her, but hey. It’s one more part of her that I get to take away.
She doesn’t answer, but that’s fine.
“Your mother is more okay with a son who’s a killer than gay??” I prompt. When she glares at me, I add, “You don’t think his hands are clean. You’re not that naive.”
“I’m not that naive,” Sierra mutters. “I know he’s gotten his hands dirty, but he doesn’t get off on killing. He just… does it for his job. And Ma’s had a longer time to get used to that side of things than Kyran coming out.”
“Uh-huh,” I say, gesturing for her to get up. She does, albeit reluctantly, and I get a full body shot of her that I think will be perfect for my phone background. She’s a good model even without wanting to be, and she has natural talent that I’ll take advantage of. ”Turn for me.”
She stares at me.
I stare right back. “You said anything.”
“You’re being utterly ridiculous,” she says, shaking her head. She starts to turn anyway, though, probably just grateful that I’m letting her do it while clothed.
That sense of relief won’t get to last for too long, though. I’m ready to get to the good stuff.
“Go over to the bed. Stand in front of it. Look longingly at me, like you want me more than life itself but I’ll never accept you,” I say dramatically.
As expected, she simply glowers.
“Killjoy,” I mutter. “Off with the shirt, then.”
She hesitates, but when I quirk a brow at her, she obeys.
It’s almost too easy.
As she slowly unbuttons the shirt, I realize this whole scene would be far, far better in my studio. The lighting in here is all wrong, and while the pictures will be good, I could make them great . I should’ve brought my other lenses with me into the room as it was, but I hadn’t thought to turn this into a full-fledged session.
It’s been a while since I’ve done one, really.
“Drop it to the floor,” I direct her, rapidly taking pictures as she does.
Her hair hangs in her face, obscuring most of it from view, but I know she’s blushing under there like she’s a fucking virgin or something.
When she’s finished undressing, I take a few more pictures, then I tell her, “Come on.” I offer her my hand, which she doesn’t take, and go to the door. She doesn’t follow, and I turn around to face her. “Look. All I want are some pictures. I can lay you down and fuck your ass bloody, or we can go have some fun.”
Sierra grimaces at that, though she seems to be more subdued. Again, it’s too easy, and I almost wish I wasn’t blackmailing her into cooperating.
Oh well .
“Come on,” I repeat. “Let’s go. Chop chop.” I tap my smartwatch, seeing that I have twelve unanswered emails but deciding to ignore them. If anything important comes up, Kotya will call me.
Taking every step like she’s trudging through sand, she follows me to the door and out into the hall.
The guard at her door is only human, and he looks her over before he stops himself and looks at me instead. He offers me a nod.
I nod back. “Go take a break. I’m going to have her with me for a while.”
“Yes, sir,” he says, and his eyes linger on Sierra again for another moment before she awkwardly tries to cover up her pussy.
We walk down the hall, and to what I’m sure is her relief, we don’t come across anyone else on the way. I flip the light switch on the inside of the studio, grinning when I see all my favorite toys in one place.
Well. Almost all of them.
I turn to check Sierra’s reaction.
I’m not disappointed. Her eyes widen when she sees my studio setup. Yeah, there’s a table for regular still lifes out in the corner, but right now the couch and coffee table are front and center.
Also front and center? All the sex toys I’d used in my last photoshoot. Dildos, vibrators, manacles, rope, chains… all of them laid out haphazardly on the coffee table, ready to be used.
Sierra grimaces and she averts her gaze—then she frowns. “What are those shoes?”
“Shoes?” I look where Sierra is pointing. By the couch are a pair of red stilettos that I’d made the last model wear. “I don’t know. I grabbed them from a store when I was planning the shoot.”
“Did you get them from the discount wall?” she asks with a grimace. “I told you I’d do anything, but I didn’t mean I’d wear some cheap shoes that look like some hooker would wear.”
I arch a brow. “Judgey much?” I taunt.
“Oh, come on. You know you saw them and went, ‘look, hooker heels’ and proceeded to buy them,” she says.
She’s not wrong .
Sierra goes to pick up the shoe. “Ugh, this is the worst quality pleather.” She meets my eyes. “That means it’s plastic .”
It’s just a red shoe with a high, clunky heel and a few straps around the ankle. “So?” I ask. “Maybe I like hooker heels. They’d look good on you.”
“I would not be caught dead wearing those things,” she counters.
“We can arrange that, zaya,” I say, smirking as I go to pick one up. “They’ll make your legs look even longer than they are.”
“Nice try. And don’t pull that, ‘whatever you say’ bullshit,” she grumbles. “Some things are sacred.”
I look at the shoes, then back to her, amused. “That’s the hill you’d die on? Rape is fine, but shitty shoes are a nope?”
“I have to have some standards,” she says. She shakes her head. “You have horrible taste.”
“I wasn’t looking to drop a few thousand on a pair of shoes for a one-time model,” I tell her. “Not everyone is rolling in money.”
All right, so maybe I am, but that doesn’t mean I want to spend it all on women’s shoes.
Sierra drops the shoe again. “Let me guess, you’ve got fishnet tights stashed somewhere around here too.”
It’s amusing how she can sound so disdainful of everything while she’s completely naked in front of me.
“Yep,” I say cheerfully, walking over to one of the dressers. “I have some great fishnets in here. Actually…” I peer down into the drawer. “Some of this lingerie will probably fit you.”
“I’m not wearing some other woman’s leftovers,” she says firmly.
“They’ve been dry cleaned,” I tell her. I fish out a pair of red lace panties, holding them up. “This would go perfectly with the heels you’re definitely going to wear.”
“You left all your stuff out from the last time you were in here,” Sierra says. “I do not believe you cleaned those panties. I’m not wearing them.”
I shrug. “Okay, then you can go without panties.”
The funny thing is that I’m not sure if she’s trying to stall or if she’s really that offended by the fact that I’m presenting her with panties that had been used exactly once before being thoroughly cleaned.
I think.
Maybe she’s right, and I didn’t send them off to be cleaned. But if they’re in the dresser… I muse as I go through the dresser drawer, sorting through lace and silk cloth. I have more than I thought I did, especially considering I haven’t had much time for photo shoots with Yuri in jail.
I find a pair of fishnet tights, dangling them in front of her. “These,” I say. “I know they’ve been cleaned, and you’ll look hot in them. These, and the platform shoes, and…” I study her. “Nothing else. You look good like you are.” Maybe I’ll get her some makeup, but I do like the natural look as well.
Sierra looks absolutely pained as she stares at the fishnets, looks at the shoes, then raises her gaze back to my face. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I grin widely at her. “Nope. Put them on, zaya. I want to see your ass in these.”
She doesn’t take the fishnets from me.
I sigh and add, “Okay, put them on, or I call Yura and have him help me force them on you.”
She’s quick to cooperate at that, grabbing the fishnets from my hand. It’s a little annoying, really, that she seems more afraid of him than me, but I guess he can be intimidating when he wants to be. He definitely tries with her.
I notice her toenails are painted the same soft blue as her fingernails, and while I’d rather see them in fire engine red, the blue suits her more. She sits down on the couch and pulls the tights carefully on. When she’s done, she stands, making a face at me. There are no mirrors, so she can’t see the way the tights hug her body and display it so alluringly.
“Now,” I say, gesturing to the shoes. “Heels. If you behave, maybe I’ll get you a different pair for next time. If you don’t…”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ll get Yuri,” she grumbles. She picks up the shoes, shaking her head. “You know, I have 87 pairs of shoes at home. Eighty-seven. And none of them look like this because I have taste.”
I roll my eyes at her. “If I wanted a tasteful shoot, we’d be doing one,” I say. “But we’re not. So hurry up.” I pull out my phone, acting as if I’m going to bring Yuri in. I wouldn’t, though. He’d be bored out of his mind. The only way he’d agree to a photo shoot would be if he got to fuck her, too, and I don’t want cum all over my pristine furniture.
I think I’ve seen other women dressed in just fishnets and heels. It’s a porn trope, after all. But something about Sierra in this outfit makes her even sexier than when she was naked, and I can feel my cock stirring.
I let out a wolf-whistle when she bends down to fasten the strap of the heel.
She instantly stands back up and glares at me. “You’re disgusting,” she says.
“I really am,” I agree with her, going over to my selection of lenses to pick the one I want. Konstantin won’t mind if I take a morning to unwind with our pet, especially when he sees these pictures.
Probably.
Oh well. Forgiveness, permission, et cetera.
“Do you know anything about photography?” I ask her, genuinely curious as I switch out the lens for something more suited to the spacious studio.
She shakes her head. “I’m pretty much a ‘point and shoot’ kind of woman.”
I grin at her, pointing toward the couch. “Go sit. Just get comfortable.”
Of course, she sits down with her legs crossed and her arms in front of her chest, meaning all the interesting bits of her are covered. I snap a few pics of her scowling face just to test the lighting. I make a few adjustments, angling the diffusers and strobe lights at different angles, until I have the lighting I want.
“Now that we’ve got all the setup sorted…” I smirk at her. “Ti me to pose properly. Why don’t we start with your hands on the couch, and one of those sexy heels pointed at the camera?”
“They are not sexy,” Sierra mutters.
They really are, regardless of what she might think. Maybe I like a cheap look, but I could put her in an evening gown and still find her pretty too.
I wait expectantly for her to do as I tell her, and after a moment, she gets into position. Just as I’d thought in the bedroom, she’s a natural model. I’ve lied to others, telling them that the camera loves them when in fact I had to ditch most of the photos, but these? I’m going to want to keep them.
I get a few photos from this angle, then start moving closer for a few more dynamic shots. I love the way her lips curve into a pout, and I’m already imagining how they would look with a bright red lipstick. It would contrast amazingly with her dark hair and pale skin.
“Are you done?” Sierra asks after a few more photos.
“Nope. Let’s try a new pose.” I pretend to think about it, then I say, “Spread those legs wider. Put your hands on the couch between your legs.”
She flashes me another annoyed glance, which I catch with the camera, then follows that order as well.
“Are you a natural submissive?” I mock her. “You take direction so well. We barely even have to threaten you to get you to do what we want. And you’re always so wet.”
“Excuse me?” she asks, moving her hands and ruining the shot. “You keep threatening my mother and my brother, and I bet you’d be threatening my cat if I had one! What am I supposed to do? It’s not like I don’t think you’re serious.”
I inspect her, looking at her with a new light. Well, she certainly has the skills to survive, but then, I guess she’d have learned that when she was growing up. She’s interesting to me in a way I can’t describe, and I’m not sure whether I like it. “Get back into the other position,” I tell her instead of commenting on her words. “Hands between your legs, stretched out.”
She obeys, and I notice how she tries to make sure her hand covers all of her cunt. I snort and get in closer, so the camera can capture that sexy hint of pussy under the fishnets.
“I’m thinking we should get a toy inside you later,” I say casually. “I’ll take pics of your cunt spread wide around it.”
I go to the back of the room and flip on a light, and it illuminates my collection of fantasy dildos spread out on the shelves. I’m pretty proud of it. I have everything from alien penises to penises with knots on their base. I could watch her sink down on one of them, or several of them.
I look at her instead of at them, though, because I want to see her reaction — and it’s priceless while I snap pictures of it.
“You collect… monster dildos?” she asks, her voice guarded. “Do you actually put those inside people?”
I shrug. “I haven’t yet.” I grin at her. “Haven’t found the right person to shove them into. Some of them really, really need to be worked up to, like the Pussy Destroyer over there.” The big purple cock that I’ve affectionately named that will be used on her at some point, because I want to see her spread wide around it, struggling to take it all in.
“Isn’t that a bit…” Sierra struggles for a second before she finishes, “gay?”
I blink at her, baffled into silence at the question before anger starts to simmer beneath my skin. “What the fuck? You think buying dildos to use on a chick is gay ? And even if I did like men, who the fuck cares?” I demand hotly.
“No, I meant…” Sierra runs a hand through her hair, forgetting to be self-conscious about her outfit. “None of my brothers would have bought anything like that. Not even my gay brother.” She makes a face. “My ex refused to even touch toys.”
“Did you want him to?” I ask, my curiosity overriding my anger as I think about how she’ll look on the Destroyer — because she will end up taking that or Konstantin’s big fist by the end of the month. Or both. Maybe one needs to be in preparation for another…
I realize she’s answered too late to catch what she actually said.
“I don’t know. At the beginning, probably,” she says slowly, not looking at me .
At the beginning . It’s such a strange thing to say. Wouldn’t she want to be more intimate the more she was with him? “Was he that bad in bed that you wanted to use toys instead of his tiny little cock?”
Her cheeks flush, and she hesitates long enough for me to realize it’s true.
“Well, I think we’ve proven that men with any size dick can be an asshole, so he can’t blame that,” I say with a snort.
“No. He really can’t.” There’s something flat and distant in her voice, and I don’t particularly like it.
I want her attention on me.
“I just thought it would be interesting. I mean, not the kind you have.” She shudders, glancing over at my collection again. “But just regular ones.”
I point to the more normal looking toys on the coffee table. “There you go. Pick your favorite of those and you can show me and my camera just how you’d play with them.”
Sierra goes back to glaring at me, that moment of vulnerability lost.
“None of them,” she mutters, but she looks carefully through my collection. She holds one of them up, though, quirking a brow as she asks, “Is this a prostate massager?”
“How do you know what a prostate massager looks like?” I counter. I head back to her side and snap a few pictures of her picking up toys. “Your gay brother share his porn sites with you?”
Sierra suddenly turns beet red. “He didn’t share them, no. He was very closeted.”
I mull over how she worded that. “He didn’t share them… but you saw them anyway. Did he leave his computer open on a porn site? You clicked through to an auto-fill when you used his computer?” Then I remember how she’s a hacker, and I guess, “You snooped on his computer. You checked all of his browsing history.”
“I regretted it after,” she admits, putting a hand over her mouth. “I did not need to see what was in his search history.”
Curious little rabbit. “You know curiosity killed the cat, don’t you?” I ask, gesturing for her to remove her hands from in front of her face .
“And satisfaction brought it back,” she retorts stubbornly. “There’s nothing wrong with curiosity.”
“There is around here,” I tell her, lowering the camera as I give her a more serious look. “Don’t try to go snooping through Kotya or Yura’s things.”
She’d probably end up dead if she tried to look through Yuri’s, but then… I doubt any of the important things are in English, and I’m willing to bet my cock on her not speaking Russian.
I point to the toys again. “Okay, pick your favorite vibrator or dildo so we can get the good shots.”
Letting out a little huff, she finally picks up a small vibrator.
“That’s all?” I ask, disappointed. “You don’t even want to shove something in your cunt?”
“No,” she says, looking down at the little purple silicone vibrator that she’s chosen. “This one’s fine.”
“What are you going to do with it?” I look back at the table, which has so many more interesting options.
“I’m pretty sure you’re going to make me use it on myself,” she says.
“How intuitive of you,” I drawl. “Yes. But why that little tiny thing? You enjoyed our cocks. Are you wishing it was your ex-boyfriend’s?”
“No!” Sierra says with so much vehemence that I actually take a step back. “No,” she repeats more calmly. “I just only like playing with… with my clit. I prefer it to penetration.”
“Do that, then,” I say, raising the camera again. “Turn it on and press it against your clit. Legs spread wide so your cunt is on display too.”
“What are you going to do with these pictures?” she asks.
“Look at them,” I say with a smirk. “Probably frame them. They’ll look hot. I won’t jack off to them, though. Why use my hand when I can use your cunt?”
“Every time I think you can’t get more disgusting, you prove me wrong,” she mutters.
I quirk a brow, holding the camera up. “Well? ”
She slowly spreads her legs, biting her lips as she brings the vibrator to her clit over the fishnet stockings.
“Inside the stockings,” I tell her, amused. “Come on. You’re acting like you’ve never masturbated before.” While the thought of teaching her might be hot, I highly doubt she’s that innocent.
She scowls at me, but she pulls the waistband out so she can slide her hand and the vibrator under the fishnets. I love the way the stocking obscures things just enough to force a second glance to see what’s going on.
I get on my knees in front of the couch and get the camera lined up for the shots. When her thigh starts to get in the way, I push it away.
“You don’t shave,” I say, snapping another photo. I catch the moment her finger slips down and brushes against her pussy. “You ever thought of doing it?”
“Nope,” she says. “I don’t want to look like a plastic doll.” She casts a defiant look in my expression. “And don’t get any ideas. I don’t want to look like that.”
“Fully shaved isn’t for me,” I agree as I take more photos. I get a few of her face, too, angry and defiant. “But a neat little triangle is nice.” I grin at her. “Yura likes it when girls are trimmed down there.”
“I don’t give a fuck what Yura thinks,” Sierra retorts. “And I’m trimmed enough.”
“It helps if you turn the vibrator on,” I tell her, ignoring her words completely. “I mean, if you want this over with. I might lose interest if you come.”
I won’t, and she probably knows it.
She huffs and awkwardly turns the vibrator on, but she leaves it where it is, not even really touching her clit. I roll my eyes and redirect the device, covering both her hand and the vibe with my larger hand and forcing them down against her clit.
Sierra swallows hard and bites her lip, clearly trying to suppress her reaction. It doesn’t work, though. Her entire body shudders from it, and she closes her eyes as she tries to school her expression into nonchalance .
It doesn’t work. I can see just how much it’s affecting her.
“Like that,” I tell her. I want more pictures of her like this, so I back off slightly, zooming in on her cunt and the vibrator. “I should get you some more nail polish,” I muse.
“It’ll just chip,” Sierra mutters, but her hand and the vibe stay where I’d put them.
“Then you reapply it!” I answer. “Or so I’ve been told.” I glance down at the camera and scroll through the recent pics. Satisfied that I’ve got a few good ones in there, I say, “Okay. Now get your fingers inside your hole.”
She makes a disgruntled sound, before she pulls her hand and the vibe out of the tights.
“No,” I say, reaching out to grab her wrist. “Keep those where they were. Use your other hand.” I let go of her and push two fingers through one of the holes of the fishnet stockings and against her hole. “Like this.”
I thrust two fingers inside her, sliding in easily thanks to how wet the vibrator already got her.
She lets out a gasp, her eyes going wide, and I smirk at her. I slowly start to pump my fingers in and out of her, enjoying the way her slick cunt feels around me. “Y’know, for someone who protests so much about all of this, you sure do seem to get off on it,” I comment.
“Fuck you,” she mutters.
That actually sounds very tempting—but not yet.
I pull my fingers off, wipe them on her thigh, then get back to the camera. “Come on, show me how you get yourself off. Fingers in your hole, vibe against your clit.”
Sierra stares at me, her eyes a little wide, her breath a little heavy, and she hesitates only briefly before obeying me. She slides her free hand under her tights, too, and she settles back against the couch to get more comfortable. At first, it doesn’t seem like she’s trying at all, but as the seconds tick by, she gets more into it. Her eyes flutter closed, and she teases herself with one finger as she runs the vibrator over her clit.
Fuck, these pics are hot. Not just the ones of her pussy, but the ones I snap of her face and her body, too. Her breasts are unrestrained, nipples nice and perky. She arches her back; her thighs tremble. Her lips part with her heavy breaths.
Maybe I should be getting video instead.
My camera is aimed at her face when I notice a change in her expression, and I realize she must be close to orgasm.
“Stop,” I say hoarsely.
She lets out a little whine, and I think she’s going to refuse. Instead, she just takes a second to draw back, shuddering.
I’m on her in seconds, grabbing the fishnet stockings and yanking them down. “Undo my pants,” I order her.
She obeys with a speed I’m not used to coming from her, but I guess she really was close to the edge. My pants fall to the floor, and I grab her waist hard before flipping her over, face-down against the couch.
She lifts her ass in the air without even needing to be told, and I groan as I grip my dick and shove it into her slick hole.
Sierra is so hot inside, tight in all the right ways. She squeezes around my cock like she wants me deeper inside her, and I oblige, plunging in as far as I can go.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I murmur, gripping her hip as I pull out just to thrust in again.
She mewls softly, protesting when I’m fully out of her again and again. Each time she grips the couch a little tighter, and I can see her knuckles going white from the pressure. She’s trembling, and I’m taking in deep, ragged breaths as I fuck her harder and harder. To my surprise, she moves her hand around, propping herself up with just one arm so she can reach her clit.
I realize she never dropped the vibe.
I laugh, but it doesn’t dissuade her. She uses the vibe on her clit as I drive into her again and again, and when she comes… Well, I’m not laughing anymore.
I frantically pump in and out of her as she tightens around my cock, the reverberations going straight through me. In seconds, I’m on the edge, too, and even as she shudders, I’m falling right into my own climax .
I press against her, enjoying the feeling of her heated skin against my sweaty chest, and I lean down to nip her ear.
She yelps, but it makes her shudder again, and her cunt tightens around me again.
Groaning, I stay there a long moment before finally pulling back. This was a good afternoon. I’ll have to go to work soon, but it was a nice break. I pull out slowly, watching my cum dribble out of her cunt and down her leg, and I push some of it back inside of her.
“Fuck, your cunt is good,” I tell her as I straighten. I smack her ass, then pull up my pants again. “Keep all of that in there.”
I grab my camera again and aim it at her pussy, taking a pic of the cum dribbling out of her.
“You’re a pig,” Sierra mutters.
“I know,” I say cheerfully. “Now come on. Let’s get you back to bed. Gotta put away the toy in case someone else wants to play with you.” I grin as she growls at me. Fuck, it’s so much fun to get a rise out of her.