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I delve back in, groan into her lips as they part beneath me—tentative at first, then greedy.

She tastes like cocoa and a kind of innocence that makes my cock throb harder and strain desperately behind my jeans. Shemakes a different sound—half gasp, half whimper—and I nearly lose it right there in the middle of the hallway. I know I’m going to bust another load before this is over. And I don’t even care.

She should be out of it, under the influence of sleep tablet. But…holy fuck, she kisses me back. God, does she kiss me back!

With her eyes firmly shut.

I want to see her beautiful hazel eyes. Dying to look into them, devour her reaction to this…our first kiss.

It’s one more greedy need to toss on the bonfire of my mountain of cravings when it comes to this breathtaking creature. I play my tongue on the edge of hers, flick flick flick, imagine what hers will do to my cock. Groan when my balls tighten.

I pull back, desperate to prolong this one second and already craving her. Her eyes are open again. Will she remember any of this come morning?

Her mouth is a little swollen. She’s probably wet, but I can’t bring myself to check. Because if she is…fuck.

A breath shudders out of me and I close my eyes, gently nudge her back until her back touches the wall. She jerks a little, and hold my breath.

After a moment, she return to calm. Staring. Mouth parted. Waiting for more. I go to kiss her again, sample that insane mouth, but then pause.

As much as I love this, it doesn’t feel right to experience this monumental occasion alone. She tried to film me before. Maybe I can…

Yes.

With only moonlight and distant street light filtering in, there’s more than enough darkness in the hallway to hide my face, if not my whole body.

I grab my phone from my back pocket and activate the setting. I’ll review it later. If I have to dump it because it’stoo revealing, she’ll be none the wiser. But I’m a cyber security expert. I know my way around a simple video edit.

Aiming it at a low angle so it captures the bottom of my chin and hers, I go back in, slant my mouth over hers. The decadent sound kissing Ella fills the hallway, a soundtrack to another impending explosion in my pants.

I kiss, and luck and nibble at her mouth, slurping and greedy until it gets too much. Until I swallow groan after groan, rest my forehead against hers.

And nut in my pants.

She won’t miss the sounds of my release, the rustle of clothing as I shudder and shake, helpless as a kitten just from kissing my Ella.

A full minute passes before I can’t raise my head. I’m stunned my arm managed to stay up, to keep recording our first kiss. Dropping my hand to her wrist again, I tug her towards the bedroom, stopping when we reach her bed.

On another wildly inadvisable notion, but an imperative I can’t deny, I film my hand holding her string. Three seconds. Four.

Then, letting go, nudge her into bed.

She lies on her back and I pull the comforter over her. And I watch, rapt, as muscle memory kicks in and Ella closes her eyes.

I don’t turn off the camera.

I lean down, take her mouth on another softer kiss once more before I can bear to step away.

And, depraved, desperate and unhinged as I am, when I leave Ella’s little house, I stride to my spot in the trees, whip out my cum-soaked dick out, hit play on my phone and jerk myself off to the furnace hot video of kissing my girl for the first time.

I repeat the act twice more before I can bear to leave her.

To stagger home, edit the video so there’s no way I can be identified if the worst happens and Ella decides to call the cops.

I encrypt it. Hit send.

Heart solidly wedged in mouth.

CHAPTER 13

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