Oh god. Now I’m the one gasping.
“You’re fucking swimming in it, Lizzie,” he says, trapping my clit between his fingers.
“Your slick little cunt is betraying you, sweetheart. I think you’re done playing coy now.”
He rubs my clit with an expert precision that I’ve never experienced before. He’s driving me closer and closer to orgasm with every passing second, and he’s doing it while barely moving his wrist.
Fuck. He’s right.
Even just a few feet away from him, I have all the power. I almost have just as much with his dick in my hand. But here, on his lap, riding his fingers…
Yeah. I’m a fucking goner.
And I fucking love it.
“Oh my god,” I pant. “Darcy…babe. Harder—rub me harder! Do it! YES! YES! FUCK YE—”
Darcy’s hand clamps over my mouth as I dive headfirst into a screaming orgasm. My whole body rocks against him as I dig my nails into his shoulders. My moans, whimpers and shouts of pleasure are muffled by his hand until I’m panting. Spent. Completely fucking drunk on him and totally sex-dumb.
“Do you always scream when you come, whore?” Darcy growls. “I don’t know what that bullshit about needing to be quiet was, Lizzie. A slut like you is just begging to get caught.”
The way he’s staring up at me, for a second, I think he’s genuinely fucking pissed. He has that look to him. Like, the male equivalent of resting bitch face.
It’s probably an asse
t in business, probably earned him several millions of deals at business dinners and in board rooms. But now, it looks like he’s seen some unknown part of me up close and personal for the first time, and it’s displeased him somehow.
After I came so hard for him, too. Shit. What a fucking prick!
I’m just about to pick up my bra, my shorts and whatever’s left of my dignity when it happens.
He grabs my hair up in a fist, pulls my mouth back down to his level, and he kisses me. Hard. The kind of kiss you see in the movies where the music crescendos and white doves fly off into the sunset in the background.
Then, he replaces his lips with those fingers that were just stroking my throbbing, orgasming clit.
“Suck them clean,” he tells me.
I do it. I don’t even think. I just obey. I want to do what he says. It’s just like the other night during my cam show, only like, a billion times more intense. When he gets that dark look in his eyes, I want nothing more than to fucking please him.
When I’m done licking my honey off his sticky fingers, he smiles. It’s a dark smile, and fleeting, but oh my god.
Now I want nothing more than to make him smile like that again.
“I’m going to make you come for me like that again, Lizzie,” he says.
Suddenly, he shifts beneath me, bucking his hips, and I’m falling backwards. Oh god. It’s terrifying.
My stomach bottoms out and for a second I’m totally sure I’m about to crack my head on the floor. Which would be like, awkward. I’d give Darcy a lot of credit in terms of life experience, but I don’t think he’s ever had to hide a cam girl’s body before.
But Darcy, ever the gentleman, catches me. He maneuvers my body into the position he wants it in, like I’m some kind of lightweight little doll. A plaything. A fucktoy.
He positions me until I’m upside down in the sexiest headstand I’ve ever been in, with my legs hooked over his shoulders and Darcy’s lips on my inner thigh.
“Only, this time,” Darcy says, and oh fuck, I can feel his breath on my pussy while he talks. “I’m going to use my mouth.”
All I can do in response is swallow, bite my lower lip, and brace myself for a wild fucking ride.
Darcy nudges my thong to the side with his nose. That means he can smell me, I realize. He must be smelling my sopping wet pussy right now and knowing how fucking hot I am for him. As he nuzzles at my pussy lips, this theory is verified.