Page 9 of Ring Me

“Come first. Get your little pussy nice and wet, because I don't think daddy's innocent daughter can handle a dick like this otherwise.”

I trembled at his filthy words. He was in my head, speaking my language, perfecting my fantasy. Rubbing my clit in small, fast circles, I rode the surge of my impending orgasm. I rubbed, and rubbed, and in the phone's video I saw my pink tongue hanging from my mouth. I looked exactly like an amateur porn star.

“Do it,” he growled, fisting his shining cock-head. “Come for me, come for the whole fucking world. Now!”

At his command, I squealed, shaking from my scalp to my toes. The orgasm locked my muscles, keeping my knees spread wide as I fingered my soaked pussy, two fingers sliding in to the knuckle so I had something to squeeze. The buzzing in my skull grew, colors flashing in my eyes. I came so hard I was out of breath.

I must have closed my eyes—I didn't know until something touched my mouth. I watched, dazed, as Conner wiped saliva from my bottom lip, dragging it to the corner, then over my cheek. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured.

His compliment startled me. Beautiful isn't what you call someone you're hooking up with. Beautiful is a word meant for poetry. For flowers, and sunsets, and birds in flight.

Was this part of the scene... or did he mean it?

Conner grabbed my arms, flipping me onto my belly. I was facing the end of the bed—I could see him behind me in the phone's screen. His naked, inked torso flexed in the light. “Oh god,” I panted, wiggling my hips.

“Eager?” he teased, thrusting his cock against my panties. Winding his fingers in the ruined material, he ripped them down my thighs, throwing them away. I was exposed—his palms fastened onto my ass-cheeks, spreading me to the brink. “This bratty pussy needs a proper cock in it, I think.”

“Yes, please, yes!”

“Look at the camera.”

I did.

“Now say, 'I'm a cock-princess.'”

Sweat and pussy juice slid down my skin. I was roaring hot from the inside out. “I'm a cock-princess,” I repeated, watching my reflection. Conner ran his fingertips down my spine, making me arch my back, thrusting my breasts into the blanket.

“Say you're my filthy slut.”

“I'm your filthy slut. Jesus.”

“I don't think Jesus has much to do with this,” he said, chuckling. Wrapping his hand in my hair, he forced me onto my hands. “Show those perfect tits to the camera, sweetie. Let your daddy's friends know who you really are.”

“My dad?” I asked, disoriented.

“The reason I'm here. Fuck, is a hard dick all it takes to get you confused?” he asked.

“No, that's... ah!” Conner's thumbs peeled my pussy lips apart. He traced my slit, gently caressing my twitching clit. It felt so damn good.

He bent forward to whisper in my ear. “I was supposed to humiliate you, leave you soaked in cum. But I think I'll keep you for myself. After all,” he said, sinking one finger inside, then another, pumping patiently. “Your family will never take you back after they see this video. I'll keep you and this pretty pussy safe. Does that sound good, little lamb?”

“Yes,” I sobbed, thrusting onto his hand, eager for another orgasm. “I want that. Let me be yours.”

“Then it's done. You're mine. Forever.”

Again, a tiny voice warned me at the base of my brain that this was all a game. We were playing. That was it. But Conner's promise did something to my heart... my soul... that I hadn't gone looking for. The opposite of what I was chasing, in fact.

I'd wanted dirty fun.

Freedom from being judged by someone who knew me in real life.

This was... this was deeper. I was catching feelings for him.

I heard something tear, and when I looked over my shoulder, I saw Conner spreading a condom over his plump cock. It was exciting to see him slide the latex down to his root. He caught me staring and smirked. “Ready?” he asked.

“Does it matter?” I responded coyly.

Narrowing his eyes, he gave my ass a light spank. When my eyes rolled in my head, he growled. “You can act tough, but this pussy can't lie.” He swiped his fingers through my juices, making me shiver. Holding onto my hips, Conner rocked his cock up and down my crack, lubing it.

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