Page 134 of Notorious

“You’re so handsome, precious,” he says. He traces his finger down my nose, bops the tip, and then traces along my lips, first the top, then the bottom.

He smirks. “Suck.”

I open my lips and suck his finger.

Then he pulls it out and leans down and kisses me while that finger goes exploring inside my pants.

I moan.

He hasn’t undone them, so they’re a tight fit, but oh, god, it feels good.

And the kiss. This is part of why I always loved watching Johnny’s videos. His kisses always seemed so good.

They are.

It is.

His tongue delves deep into my mouth, and he takes over, one hand exploring between my ass cheeks, the other around my upper back, tugging me to him.

Somehow, knowing that this is being recorded makes it hotter. Like, who’s watching? I know it’s no one, but still. I could watch it someday.

“Hey,” Johnny murmurs, lifting up my chin so I’m staring into his blue-green eyes. “Where’d you go, precious?”

“Sorry,” I say. “Got lost in my own head a bit.”

“Want to turn off the camera?”

“Not on your life.” I grin.

“Then maybe I need to do my job better.” Johnny reaches down between us and cups my erection, stroking me carefully.

I groan. This. This is what I want. Relief from the pressure. Not just sexual pressure, but all the pressures on me. I want relief from all of them.

All. Of. Them.

And Johnny gives that to me.

“You’ve never been with a pro like this, have you?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“Then why don’t we start with you getting me hard. Wanna drop down on those knees for me, baby?”

I do so immediately, and Johnny, clearly knowing where the camera is, turns us so my head won’t be blocking the view. He puts his hands behind his head, posing. “Have at me, darlin’.”

My hands are trembling, but I manage to undo the button of his jeans and slide the zipper down.

I push his jeans down on his hips and pull out his big cock. Even not fully erect, it just keeps going, and I instinctively bury my nose at the base, inhaling his scent. While he still manscapes, he’s gone a bit more natural than he was when he was working on camera. So he’s got neatly trimmed pubes rather than being fully shaved.

I suck on one of his balls and then the other, and his cock hardens further. Meanwhile, Johnny’s keeping up a steady stream of praise, telling me how beautiful I look, how amazing it feels, what a good boy I am.

Finally, I lick all the way up his cock, laving attention on it. I’m getting it as wet as I can, and when I get to the tip, I do my best to swallow him down. I have no idea how anyone could ever deep-throat him unless they were one of those snakes with a jaw that unhinges. Regardless, he seems to like what I’m doing, and I get him fully hard—and all the while, he’s cradling my jaw and whispering to me how well I’m doing.

He takes his shirt off, displaying those abs I love, and then he hauls me up by my armpits, taking my shirt off in one swift move.

We join together, warm chest to warm chest, and he kisses me deeply, his hips rocking into me in almost a dance. His hands work their way down my ass and inside my pants, and then, without breaking the kiss, he skillfully undoes my pants, making me step out of them so I’m naked.

I’m in front of a camera with my boyfriend-husband-lover, and he’s got his fingers between my ass cheeks, his dick rubbing against mine as he kisses me like I’m essential for breathing.

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