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I get wetter just thinking about Sam watching it later.

As soon as that thought crosses my mind, my hesitation melts away.

I’m performing for him now.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Naomi

Sam’s hand curves around my thigh and meets my center and not a second too soon. I gasp and moan as he circles my raging nerves, bucking my hips forward against his palm.

“Eager are we, princess?”

“Yes,” I moan out shamelessly, still chasing contact by driving my hips forward.

“Well, I suppose there’s not really any time to waste, huh?”

I bite my lip and refuse to follow his words into dark thoughts about what comes next. About how everyone will come home, and our little paradise will no longer be ours.

“That feels so good,” I say, spurring him forward instead.

I get what I’m asking for.

His fingers splay, spreading my sex wide open. I gasp as the air touches nerves that are usually so protected. Sam slides one finger down and teases around my entrance, slipping inside just enough to give me a taste of what’s coming. Then up and around again, tortuously slow.

When he enters me again, he does it with at least twofingers, stretching me open and grinding his palm into my clit as he slides in and out. His other hand drifts to my breast and he manages to get my nipple between thumb and forefinger as he uses his grip to keep me pressed close to his body.

I let my eyes drift down to watch his hand fucking me, mesmerized by the view. I’m so wet he slides in and out easily, the only sound in the room the soft squelch of his fingers penetrating my soaked pussy.

I’m going to come. There’s no stopping it now.

“Sammy…” I get out through clenched teeth.

“Look straight at the camera when you come, princess.”

Well, hell. If I wasn’t already on the edge, those words alone might have put me there.

I suck in a deep breath and blink rapidly a few times to clear away the wetness that’s gathered on my lashes while watching Sam finger fuck me. My focus lasers in on my phone’s camera, and I hold my gaze.

Right over the edge.

It’s all I can do not to buckle at my core as my orgasm overtakes me, but Sam’s strong arm keeps me upright. I moan and spasm on his hand, still grinding my hips downward, chasing the wave of pleasure that threatens to drown me.

All the while, I keep both eyes open and focused on the tiny lens.

The moment I still, Sam releases me, pussy first and then chest. I fall forward onto my hands, still panting, my eyes dropping closed for the first time in what feels like ages.

He doesn’t give me more than a split second to recover before he's forcing my body to rotate, moving me around ninety degrees so our bodies are now perpendicular with the dresser and the camera.

I brace myself for impact, but he just sits my butt back anddown so it rests on the tops of his thighs. I can feel his stiff cock resting heavily on my lower back.

Sam reaches forward and gathers my long hair in one hand, twisting it into a sloppy ponytail and winding his fist in it once, twice.

He uses his new leash to pull my head back far enough that I spot the ceiling.

“Tell me to fuck you,” he says. His voice comes from outside my field of vision.

“Fuck me,” I manage to get out through my angled throat.

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