Camera Chemistry (Love Through a Lens, #0.5)

by Chelsea Curto

“By day, you’re Maggie Houston. An extraordinary woman with a remarkable brain. Talented, nice as hell, and someone who puts others first. But tonight? Tonight, you’re going to be the filthy fucking girl who’s going to suck my cock, aren’t you? The one who’s going to let me fuck her from behind so I can appreciate her ass while I take care of her pussy. And you’re going to say thank you every time. Now, get on your knees. Might as well get comfortable.”

“Good. Now crawl over here, sweetheart, so I can paint your throat with my cum. I’ve been dreaming about your lips around my cock since the first time you said my name.”

“Spread your legs wider. I want to see every inch of you, Maggie. There you go,” I say through an exhale as she does as I ask. “That’s my fucking girl.”

“If you were mine,” I say into the crook of her neck, “I wouldn’t need to wear a condom. Your ass would look fucking divine covered in my cum. Even better, dripping from your pussy, so everyone knew who made you feel so fucking good.”