Page 40 of Always Watching

“Justyou. You.” He cries it out when I take his hips in my hands and fuck up into him hard and fast. He’s stretched himself out on me enough that he just throws his head back and cries out when I shift him slightly, and I feel the moment his body jolts when I hit that perfect spot.

I feel the hot splash of his cum on my stomach before he starts moaning, then his ass is clenching around me and I know I can’t hold it in anymore. I thrust into him like I want to drive my cock straight through him, like I want him fused to me forever. And when I lean in and set my teeth against his shoulder, biting hard enough that I know it will bruise, he just clings to me tighter and sucks on my neck.

It’s like he wants to claim me too, and it’s that thought—not the way he clings or the way his mouth feels against my skin, not the way his ass is pulsing around my cock like it’s starved for my cum—it’s the thought that Ranen wants me just as much as I want him that pushes me over the edge.

I lose my rhythm as I orgasm, pumping my cum into his hole. It’s bliss, and I have to bite into his shoulder again to stop myself from crying out his name. It makes him spasm, makes his cock spurt more heat against my stomach… then he collapses against me like he doesn’t have the strength to hold himself up anymore.

That’s fine.

I’ll spend the rest of my life holding him if that’s what he needs. I thrust lazily a few more times, enjoying the way my cock softens, the way his ass is still clinging to me until I shift myhands to his hips and slowly pull him off of me. I hear the wet, slick sound when I slide out, and my eyes go back to the camera. My fingers are greedy when I pull his cheeks apart, my gaze focused on the sight of his hole stretched and gaping, leaking my cum for everyone to see while his body still pulses and his muscles clench on the air.

“Look at you, you’re such a fucking dirty mess for me.” I lean in close, pressing my lips to his ear, my voice a husky growl. “All marked up and leaking, stretched open from my dick.” Ranen shudders, and I brush my lips against his temple softly. “You’re so good for me, baby. So fucking perfect.”

He shivers again, his hips attempting a half-aborted thrust against my torso. It makes me smile, and I lean back, pulling him up so the camera gets the perfect view of his gaping hole while I take his lips with mine, drawing him into a kiss that speaks my praise better than words ever could. I lick into his mouth and trail my hand along the length of his spine, dipping two fingers into his ass and burying them there, loving the way he’s so hot and silky andslickinside with my cum. He whines when I peg his prostate, and then cries out when I do it again and again.

“Are you going to give me one more?” I whisper it softly against his ear, twitching my fingers and fucking the mess I left behind.

“I can’t, I… I…” Even as he protests, he’s rocking his body against me, his breathing picking up. I can see the tears staining his cheeks, the way his pupils are so blown I can’t see anything but the depth of how much he wants this—how much he wants me. He rocks his hips and whimpers, spreading his legs wider over my thighs, giving the camera a perfect view of what I’m doing. “Please… please, I can’t… I…” He bites his lower lip and rocks again, completely counter to his words.

“You can. Show them all how good you are for me. Come on… come on my fingers, baby. Give it to me.” I fuck into him a fewmore times with my digits and Ranen cries out. I catch the sound of it with my mouth on his, and pull his cheeks apart so the camera can see his hole as it pulses, as he leaks my come down his thighs and his cock spurts a few droplets on my waist again.

Fuck…

“So fuckingperfect.” I murmur against his mouth. When he finally stops twitching, I run my lube free fingers through the mess on my waist and paint his lips with it, then take his mouth with mine again so we can share the taste of him.

I get lost in it, wrapped up in the way he clings to me, the way he’s so hungry when he licks into me, devouring the taste of himself on my tongue. My other hand drops down again, stroking lazily against his ass, against his stretched hole and the mess slicking him. It takes me a minute to realize I’m massaging my cum into his skin, just like I did before, marking him everywhere I can. Ranen moans as I circle his rim again, but I can tell from the heave of his chest that he needs at least a little while to recover. Maybe I could take him into the shower and rinse him clean—maybe I could bend him over and soothe the sting from the way I stretched him open with my tongue, until he’s ready for me again. I want to fill him up then plug his sweet little hole so he has to feel me there all day.

I pull back, ready to suggest just that…

Until the sound of dinging and tips finally breaks through the thundering of my heart. I glance over his shoulder at the names flying across the screen and grin at him. He’s collapsed against me like a content kitten, and his lids are so heavy when I nudge him. My filthy thoughts will have to wait until he’s signed off, I guess.

“You might want to go thank them. From the sound of it, they’re tipping you enough that you probably won’t have to worry about money for a while.” I grin when I say it, my chest swelling with pride. I’ve watched most of Ranen’s cam sessionssince I first saw him, and I know for a fact that the sex-drunk look on his face, the way his ass is still leaking… it’s probably one of the hottest thingsanyonewatching has ever seen.

And it’s mine.

He’smine.

Ranen smiles, sweet and sleepy, and nods. It takes him three tries to lift himself off me, and I don’t miss the way his hands smooth over his ass, fingers gliding through the mess I left behind.

I don’t miss the way his smile deepens when he feels it.

And I don’t miss the moment that expression dies on his face when he looks at the screen.

Written there in bold letters is a furious message.

I’LL BREAK EVERY PART OF YOU THAT HE TOUCHED.

YOU BELONG TO ME.

Chapter 15

Ranen

Emotions swirl through melike a vortex, highs and lows fighting for dominance in equal measure.

North was so gentle with me, treating my first time the way I’d expected. Though I did turn greedy when I felt how fucking phenomenal his cock was inside me. And his demands. God, those demands. His command for me to tell him who I belonged to—that I washis. My whole body vibrates just from the memory.

But as soon as the warm thoughts about being North’s crop up, that fearful feeling takes its place. Who sent that message? What do they want? There’s no question that the person sending them is the same one who attacked me. North and I discussed it and it’s the only thing that makes sense. But why? What have I done to them? I don’t even know who they are. Why are they targeting me?

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