“We have to record this,” she whispered.
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He gazed down at her—the golden strands cascading over one shoulder, mascara streaked beneath her eyes, her fingers loosely wrapped around him. Her breath grazed the tip, warm and inviting. The look she gave him was far from shame.
“My husband wants this on video,” she admitted softly.
Ray’s lips twitched, not in surprise, but in something darker—satisfaction. The kind when a man watches his carefully laid plan come to life. He knew all along; he’d instructed James to play along. A leash, a recording—proof. Now here she was, willingly on her knees, urging him to hold the phone so she could please him fully. And her husband, miles away in the dark, waited for this moment to unfold exactly as intended.
Without looking, she reached behind her, fingers searching for her phone resting on the chair’s arm. She extended the device toward Ray.
“You hold it,” she commanded. “I need both hands free.”
He gripped the phone, angling it downward. The screen illuminated her flushed face—lipstick smudged, mascara fading, golden hair veiling one eye. Behind her, delicate white lace framed her swollen breasts, sheer and revealing. His dark, swollen cock hovered mere inches from her mouth.
She locked eyes with the lens, unflinching.
“Hi, baby,” she breathed, voice thick with promise. The intimate tone reserved for late nights and secret whispers. “I’m on my knees for Ray, wearing the outfit he picked out. I’m about to take him in my mouth, and I want you to see my face when I do.”
Pausing, she glanced at him, then back to the camera.
“Well, maybe I should warm him up first.”
Her lips brushed the length of him—a slow, tender kiss, almost innocent—until she descended further. Her tongue traced the vein, savoring the pulsing heat, the musky scent thick in her senses, tasting the salty-precome leaking faintly down his shaft.
She circled the swollen head with deliberate licks, savoring every bead as it formed, swallowing with care.
“He tastes different from you,” she murmured to the camera, voice laden with intimacy. “He’s heavier. Thicker.” She smoothed her tongue along the ridge again, savoring the richness. “There’s so much of him—he won’t stop leaking.”
Lowering her mouth, she pressed warm lips to the base, inhaling him fully as she traced a wet path up his length. Her kiss deepened, swirling the tip of her tongue before pulling free with a wet pop. Ray’s thigh trembled beneath her touch, his breath ragged and uneven.
“Want to see me take it?” she teased the lens, stroking him slowly, spreading slick saliva with each deliberate twist. “Want to see how wide he stretches my mouth?”
She opened wide, letting the camera focus on the soft pink within, the glistening tip perched at her lips. Then, without hesitation, she engulfed him, jaw aching as she took him deeper, eyes brimming with tears from the stretch.
Ray’s hand rested gently on the back of her head, grounding her, silencing the noise of the day as she surrendered to the sensation of him filling her throat.
Pulling back, a gleaming thread of saliva connected her lips to his tip, dripping down onto the delicate bow resting between her breasts.
“He’s leaking all over my tongue,” she said to the lens, dark eyes glistening. “Every time I take him deep, he leaks. It’s… so much, James. There’s just so much of him.”
She took him fully again, gagging softly as he pressed the back of her throat, her eyes watering, her mouth flooding with saliva.
When she finally released him, her face was a raw, beautiful mess—mascara streaked, lips swollen, tears mingling with spit. She looked into the camera and smiled, knowing the power she wielded.
“You should see his face,” she whispered breathlessly. “He’s shaking, James.”
Her hand traveled to his balls, tasting each in turn, feeling his body tense, the pleasure coursing visibly through him. She met his gaze briefly—no pretending, no performance—just a raw connection that neither could deny.
She swallowed him deep again, silencing a guttural moan from Ray as he bucked beneath her. Tears streamed freely now, mixing with the sea of their shared desire.
When she pulled away, exhausted yet eager, Ray caught her jaw, lifting her face gently.
“Stand up,” he commanded quietly.
“I’m not done,” she protested, voice shaky.
“You’re done with that,” he said, thumb tracing her swollen lower lip. His eyes gleamed with hunger and a raw, unpolished desire. “I’ve smelled you soaked in that thong since this morning. Sixteen hours, Jenna. I’m going to finish you.”
She met his intense gaze, mascara running, lips stained, the woman of rules and restraint replaced by one of surrender and craving.
“We can’t,” she whispered. “I’m fertile.”
“I know,” he said softly.
He lifted her effortlessly, backing her onto the bed, hands strong on her waist. Her legs dangled just off the edge, heels still digging into his broad back, the remnants of lace teasing the air around her.
His mouth closed over her clit immediately, no teasing—tongue wide and wet, relentless and open-mouthed. Her hips rose involuntarily, hands gripping his hair, cries spilling from deep within, raw and unreserved.
Two fingers slid inside, pressing deep within her, while his tongue swirled, pushing and pulling her into exquisite chaos. The base of the silicone plug was still inside her, heightening every sensation as he gently twisted it, amplifying her pleasure until she arched and screamed with abandon.
He withdrew the plug slowly, overstretching her passage and eliciting desperate moans as her body pleaded for release.
His tongue was already at her entrance before absence could take hold—hot, probing, insistent. His scent, his roughness, his unpolished fervor swept over her, igniting depths she’d never known.
Ray’s fingers searched her depths, curling and pressing, finding every tender spot, while his tongue teased the freshly stretched rim of her ass. Tears of pleasure streamed freely down her cheeks.
The man known as Pig Ray—the unrefined joke of the office—had her sprawled before him, utterly wild and open, surrendering in a way neither she nor her husband had ever anticipated.
He added a finger alongside his tongue, stretching her boundaries further, and she responded with a whimper, hips moving in desperation.
“You’re close,” he murmured, voice trembling with the power of the moment.
Her body coiled tightly, every nerve summoned to the point of release. And then, without warning, he pulled away.
“No!” she cried, clutching at his hair, hips bucking against empty space. “Don’t stop!”
But he was already rising, cock hard and dripping with their shared lust. He climbed over her, shadow falling across her frame, and settled between her thighs, sliding the slick head across her folds, nudging her clit.
“Fuck,” she gasped, hips grinding against him despite protest. “We can’t—Ray, I’m fertile.”
“I know,” he pantingly reassured, pressing in lightly.
Reluctantly, she pushed, and he pulled back, heavy breaths colliding as desire fought restraint.
Then, without warning, he shifted lower—the head of his cock pressing supple and hot against her most guarded spot, the warmth from his mouth and her own wetness mingling on her skin.
She couldn’t look away, and when she saw the immense contrast between his thick, veined cock and her tight, trembling pinkness, the forbidden arousal surged through her.
“Ray, no,” she gasped. “This was supposed to be James’s. We planned it. I was keeping this for him.”
He held steady, the choice hers alone, his presence heavy and commanding.
Her hips betrayed her, barely lifting to grant him entrance.
“That’s for James,” she whispered, voice fragile as tears streamed down.
He leaned down, kissing fiercely, tasting her completely, while two thick fingers slid inside her ass alongside his cock, coaxing her open further, training her body to take what had been forbidden.
“Breathe,” he commanded, and she obeyed, surrendering to the flood of sensations building inside.
When he replaced his fingers with himself, the overwhelming fullness sent shivers running through her, a trembling moan escaping as her body adapted to his living warmth.
“Good girl,” he growled, words sending electricity through her veins. His cock pulsed buried inside her, veins throbbing in rhythm with the tight muscles contracting around him.
He moved slowly, deliberately, each stroke pushing her boundaries and igniting her senses. She caught his gaze, the man beneath the rough exterior—the man who had conquered barriers and expectations—watching her with raw need.
His fingers found her clit again, pressing in firm, insistent circles synced perfectly with his rhythmic thrusts, sending her into frantic, guttural moans that echoed around the room.
“Don’t stop, Ray,” she pleaded, voice breaking, hips rolling up into him, desperate for more.
“Not stopping,” he promised, lips trailing down her throat, riding the edge with her.
Her words tumbled out between gasps, surrendering to the exquisite contradiction of the moment—planned for another, but taken here and now by him.
“You don’t deserve this,” she whispered brokenly, tears mixing with sweat. “You’re filthy, reckless, and you have no right—”
“Say it,” he urged against her skin.
“You’re in my ass, Ray,” she confessed, eyes fiery despite the rawness. “And James was so patient, so careful, but you—you’re just taking me.”
The words shattered her restraint as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body clenching and trembling with abandon. Her climax broke like a storm, spilling through her in relentless pulses as she cried out his name, unguarded and true.
Ray’s own release built, his body tensing fiercely as he held back, savoring every moment of her ecstasy, waiting to join her over the edge.
They hung in that charged silence, breath mingling and hearts pounding, neither ready to let the night—or the forbidden connection—end.