Behind the Camera (Love through a Lens, #2)

by Chelsea Curto

Dallas pulls his arm out from behind his head and reaches for me, nudging my knees apart and slipping his hand between my legs. “You like this, don’t you, pretty girl?” he asks, and slides a finger inside me. I moan against his cock, and his chuckle is anything but teasing. “Where do you want me to come, Maven? Down your throat? On your tits? Tell me, because you’re driving me out of my fucking mind, and I can’t last much longer.” I pop him out of my mouth and continue to stroke him. I run my fingers through the pre-cum leaking from his slit and bring them to my mouth, savoring the saltiness. “My tits,” I say, and before I can explain myself, Dallas is flipping us around. I land on my back and he kneels over me, his hand giving himself quick jerks. His entire body is flushed, a deep scarlet that looks like he should be lounging under a sunset. His movements are rough, sloppy, and when I rest my hand on his thigh, over his tattoo, and reach for his balls, he loses it. Warmth covers me from my stomach to my neck, and Dallas falls forward, bracing himself on the headboard. His breathing comes out in choked breaths, and I rub his leg, helping him calm down.