The Billionaire's CamGirl

Greedy girl that she is, though, she grabs my belt, pulling me closer to her and displacing my own hands. The sight of her little hands unbuckling my belt send a surge through me, and when she unzips me and my cock springs free, I have to brace myself against the wall to stay upright. Her hand goes to work, pumping the top of my cock, swirling the pad of her thumb over the precum at the tip and then swiping around to the sensitive underside. Over and over again she repeats this, and I grit my teeth, the feeling is so good.

“It’s better like this, isn’t?” she whispers, a challenge in her eye. “How many times did you see me come, watching me? Jerking yourself off behind your computer screen?”

Her hands are fucking magic, and my dick is so hard I’m leaking, the sounds of her wet hands fill up the small space of the doorway. Then she stops and draws her hand away, reaching down to gently touch my balls.

“But now I’m here. So who’s in charge now?” she says, an edge to her voice. I won’t say it. I won’t tell her what she wants to hear because it’s a lie. She’s mine and I know she wants to bend to my will.

“Me, Weaver,” I tell her steadily. “I’m in charge.” I trace my fingers over her lips. “I’m in charge of this mouth, and when it sucks me.” I drag my hand down to her pussy, sliding two fingers inside her slowly. “And this pussy is mine too.” She tries to keep her face neutral as my fingers hook up and stroke over her spongy g-spot, but I hear a moan deep in her throat. I pump a few more times and then withdraw my fingers, licking them clean inches from her face, and then crushing her in another kiss. I put my mouth up close to her ear and say, “And now I’ve decided it’s time to fuck you. Right here in this filthy alley, where anyone can walk by. And I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to scream.”

I twist her around and pin her chest to the brick wall, sweeping my long coat to the side, I position my cock at her entrance. I nudge it in just a centimeter and ask her, “Tell me who’s in charge, Weaver?”

She won’t give it up. I pump a few times inside her, giving her the smallest taste of the tip.

“Say it, Weaver,” I say again, stilling my cock even though it almost kills me. “Who’s in charge here? What do you want?”

“Fuck me,” she whispers, barely a breath. “You’re in charge. Fuck me.”

As soon as those words pass her lips, I’m buried balls deep. The feeling has fireworks exploding behind my eyes, and I have to stay buried and still until I can gather control. Her pussy is like a vise, a steaming and wet glove around me, and I know once I start moving, I won’t stop, I can’t stop.

“Fuuuck,” she hisses out.

I hold onto her hip, my fingers digging in so hard I know they’ll leave a bruise. She doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, her free hand finds mine, covering it. Her other hand is extended in front of her, bracing herself on the wall, as I pound relentlessly into her, feeling her pussy get wetter.

“Do you like it when I pull your hair? Fuck you like this, against a wall?” I grunt.

I watch my dick disappear inside her, noticing how it glistens with her juices each time I pull out, enjoying the sound of my balls slapping against her ass when I dive back in. I can smell her, everywhere. I change my angle so I can penetrate her deeper, and her grunts turn into a low keening.

“Like that?” I ask, angling deeper and deeper, hitting her again and again where she needs it most.

“Don’t stop. There,” she demands.

Her hand leaves mine and reaches between her legs, and I see her start to rub her clit, a frenzied motion that makes her pussy clench down harder on me. As much as I love to be in charge, to dominate her, the sight of her masturbating while I fuck her has me transfixed. I pull her hair backwards so I can watch her face. Her lips are parted and her teeth are clenched. I press my lips against hers so we share breath, and I grunt out, “Come on my dick. I want to feel you explode.”

I cover her hand with mine, feeling her fingers work faster and faster, and then suddenly her body shakes, she lets out a moan that fills the alley and I feel her body go slack in my arms. I can feel the waves of her orgasm rocking through her, and her pussy is flooded with her arousal. It’s enough to push me toward my release, and just as I feel my orgasm growing and warmth traveling up my spine, I pull out, stroking my cock as spurts of cum coat her ass. I jump when I run the head through the mess I’ve left on her.