Page 62 of Madden

The sound of her gagging, her eyes staring up at me, and the clicks of the camera snapping photos of her while she takes me hard and fast push me to the edge.

All I keep thinking about is her leaving me to go home to New York, taking the camera back with her, and she’s left with photos of us tonight.

I imagine her lying alone in her bed, staring at the pictures while she brushes her finger over her clit, getting off at the thought of us together.

I put the camera back on the bed and chase my release, my hips moving faster.

“Take me, baby,” I mutter. “Oh God, you feel so good.”

She digs her fingers into my thighs, and I push her hair away from her face as spit slides down her cheek, mixing with her tears.

“I’m gonna come, baby. Fuck me, you feel so good.”

When I move to pull out, she tightens her grip on my thighs to stop me.

“You want me to come in that sweet mouth?”

She moans around me, and the words are no more out of my mouth before I do. She tightens her fist around the base of my dick, flicking her tongue against the tip, enjoying every last drop.

“What have I done to you?”

I stare down at her, and she tilts her head back and grins.

“Ruined me for all others.”