**Watching You**

I’ve been dating Emily for a few months now, but tonight is different. She knows it. I know it. There’s this unspoken tension between us, a hunger that’s been building for weeks. We’re in my bedroom, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across her bare skin. She’s sitting on the edge of my bed, her fingers tracing idle circles on my thigh as she bites her lower lip.

“Show me,” I say, my voice rough.

She smirks, reaching for her phone. “You want a video of it, don’t you?”

Fuck, yes.

She props the phone up on the dresser, angling it just right so the camera captures everything. Then she crawls toward me, her ass swaying as she moves, her tight little dress riding up just enough to tease me with a glimpse of her lace panties. My dick is already hard, straining against my jeans.

Emily doesn’t waste time. She settles between my legs, her fingers quickly undoing my belt and pulling my jeans down. My cock springs free, thick and throbbing, and she lets out a soft gasp when she sees it.

“You like that?” I growl.

She doesn’t answer—just leans in and licks a slow stripe up the underside of my shaft, her tongue hot and wet. I groan, my hips jerking involuntarily as she takes me into her mouth, her lips stretching around me. She sucks hard, hollowing her cheeks, and I can feel every inch of her tight, wet heat.

I glance at the phone—the camera is still recording, and the sight of her head bobbing in my lap, her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, is almost too much.

“Fuck, Em,” I mutter, tangling my fingers in her hair. “Just like that.”

She moans around me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. I know she’s getting off on this—on the way I’m watching her, on the fact that she’s being filmed, that I’ll have this later.

But I want more.

I tug her up, pulling her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. Her dress bunches around her waist as I yank her panties to the side, my fingers sliding through her slick folds. She’s dripping, her pussy swollen and warm around my touch.

“Tell me you’re ready,” I demand, rubbing slow circles around her clit.

She whimpers, her hips grinding against my hand. “I’m so fucking ready.”

I grip her hips and lift her just enough to line myself up. Then I slam her down onto me in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt inside her tight, wet cunt.

Emily cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders as she adjusts to the stretch. “Oh my god,” she gasps, her walls fluttering around me.

I don’t give her time to recover. My hands clamp down on her hips, forcing her to ride me, my cock pistoning in and out of her at a punishing pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with her desperate moans and my ragged breathing.

I can see the phone still recording, capturing every filthy angle—the way her tits bounce, the way my cock disappears inside her again and again, the way her mouth falls open in pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good,” I growl, slamming up into her.

Emily’s panting now, her thighs trembling around me. “I’m gonna come,” she whimpers. “Please, don’t stop—”

I hammer into her harder, my cock throbbing as her pussy clenches around me. She shudders, her back arching as she cries out, and I feel her orgasm ripple through her, her cunt squeezing me even tighter.

That’s all it takes.

With a grunt, I slam her down one last time and explode inside her, my cock pulsing as I fill her up. She collapses against me, both of us slick with sweat, her breath hot against my neck.

For a moment, we just stay like that, still connected. Then she lifts her head, her lips curving into a satisfied smirk.

“So,” she murmurs, nodding toward the phone. “How’s the video?”

I chuckle, reaching over to stop the recording. “Fucking perfect.”