Page 135 of Notorious

I could come like this.

But Johnny pulls some lube out of his pocket—when did he stash it in there?—and squeezes some onto his fingers, and now he’s wiggling one into me. When the angle gets so he can’t go any farther, he kisses me one last time, then whispers, “On your knees, beautiful.”

I drop down to my hands and knees, feeling vulnerable, because my ass is facing the camera. Johnny arranges me, kissing down my back and sliding his fingers inside me, prepping me.

It’s not that much work to get me loose, and soon, Johnny pauses. “You good with no condom, darlin’? I can put one on.”

“I trust you,” I say.

And I so do. He’s it for me, and I’m it for him. Period.

He again moves us for a better position for the camera and kisses me deeply. “You ready?” he murmurs.

I nod.

“Good. Let me fuck that gorgeous ass of yours.”

I hear him lubing himself up, and then he’s probing at my entrance, his huge cock nudging its way into my narrow entrance. No matter how much prep I do, it’s always a tight fit, but he steadily pushes in while I groan loudly. I can never help the noises I make when he’s inside me. It’s just a lot to take.

But I love it. I fucking love it so much.

I bear down, and he slips in farther. Eventually, his pelvis is flush against my ass, and we both breathe hard for a moment.

“You okay, baby?” Johnny asks. “Talk to me.”

“I am,” I whisper.

“I’ll go slow at first. I know it’s not easy.”

“I love it, though.” I can feel his smile as he kisses along my back. Then he does an experimental pull out and thrust in, gripping my hips tightly.

The push in is overwhelming, and I miss him when he pulls out. He starts a rhythm that is somehow both deep and gentle. I’m not sure I could handle a true hard fuck right now.

He reaches around and strokes my cock hard again—it always flags when he first gets inside me. I’m loving how intense this all is. It’s even more intense because of the eye of the camera on me. Thinking that someone could watch this and see how my sexy husband is seducing me and fucking me so well.

I let myself go. I surrender to him. Let him dominate me, use me to make himself feel good. I know he’ll take me to the edge and over.

“You take my cock so well,” he croons, pistoning into me over and over again. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, darlin’. No one has an ass like yours. No one. It’s made for my big, hard cock.”

I love it when he babbles at me with all his dirty talk. I love his praise. I love it when he just takes over.

I fucking love him, okay? I’m sure if the camera could capture my face, it would show, written all over, how in love with him I am.

“Yeah, baby. Come for me, precious,” Johnny murmurs.

His words trigger something deep inside me, and before I even realize it, I’m starting to climax. The sensation gathers in my balls and lower pelvis, then spreads to my entire body. There’s a pause at the height of tension, and then it just ebbs, and I spill all over the floor.

“You’re so pretty when you come,” he says in his thick drawl, and then he’s shoving up inside me and coming, too. If this were porn, he’d pull out and finish on my back, and the fact that he’s not signals to me that this is just for us. He’s doing this for me, but he’s getting something out of it, too.

It’s real. We’re real.

Then he collapses on my back, and we both sink to the cool floor.

After a moment, he kisses my shoulder and chuckles. “Why don’t we turn the camera off, okay, babe?”

I nod, he pulls out, and a gush of come dribbles down my leg.

It’s messy, but we can clean it up. I love it.

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