Page 5 of Sweet Shots

“Try… harder,” he pants.

I give him another slap, right on top of the red handprint that’s already there. Then I fuck him harder, my dick aching to be inside him.

“I’m going to get this tight little ass ready for me, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’’ll regret breaking into my house.”

“Promise?” he breathes out.

I smile but hide that from the view of the camera. When I feel he’s loose enough, I don’t hesitate to shove my dick inside, all in one go. He screams so loud I’m sure every neighbor heard it. Doesn’t stop me from doing it again and again and again, because fucking hell, his ass is like heaven wrapped around my cock.

We keep going with the scene. I taunt him some more, then fuck him hard until I’m coming in his ass. He’s begging for me to let him come, but I don’t. Not with me inside him. Once I’m spent, I pull out and move away so the camera can see my cum dripping from his hole. Then I turn him over and jerk off on his face, coming again before scooping it all up and feeding it to him. He’s a moaning, dripping mess. I smack his dick, and he hisses.

“Fuck, please…” he grits out. “Please let me come.”

I slide my hand around his throat and look into his eyes.

“The next time you break into my house, I won’t be so nice.”

I spit into my palm and give him what he asked for. I jerk him off hard and fast, until he’s spraying cum all over his chest. Then I make him eat that too.

I step back and tell him to get the fuck out of my house. He scrambles away, and I shut the camera off before making sure he’s okay. It’s important to do that after a scene so rough. He promises he is as he gets dressed, so I put my clothes on too, then offer him some water and a snack, to which he declines. I write him his check and give him a hard copy of the contract hesigned—even though he has it electronically, I like to include it anyway.

“This was fun,” he says, stepping onto my porch. I follow him out, noting his cheeks are still tinged pink from the workout.

“It was. Maybe we can do it again,” I suggest.

“That would be great.”

He walks down the steps and gets into his Mercedes that’s parked in my driveway. I watch him as he drives off down the street, before turning to go back into my house, which is when I catch my dickhead neighbor on his porch wearing his perpetual scowl.

“Evening,” I say, giving him a wave. He raises his hand and flips me the middle finger.

Oh, you wish, asshole, I think as I head inside to clean up and edit my video.

Chapter Three

Mikah

I stare at Lorna, my mouth hanging wide open.

“Can you repeat that?” I ask.

She smiles and says, “A calendar, Mikah. You’re doing great here at Behind the Lens, and I’ve hand-picked those I want in the calendar. Are you in or out?”

“I’m totally in. So fucking in,” I say with a disbelieving laugh.

And here I thought I was going to be fired.

She grins. “Good. I’ll put you down for April and get all the details to you as soon as I can.”

“Thank you. I don’t think you realize how much I needed this.”

“Glad I could help.” I get up to leave her office, but she calls my name, stopping me. I turn to face her. “This may be a good opportunity for you to branch out, you know. Maybe shoot with someone? Others are doing it.”

I nod carefully. “I’ll consider it.”

I rarely work with others because I perform better on my own, and it’s what my subs expect and want. But maybe I can put out a poll to my fans and see what they think. If they want me to do this with someone, I’ll do it. Whatever makes them happy is fine with me.

Getting into my Tesla Model 3, I start her up and call Zach.

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