I swallowed hard, blinking fast like that would somehow rewind the last thirty seconds and put everything back to normal.

My heart kept slamming against my ribs, so loud I was sure he could hear it.

No, no, no. He was just fantasizing about me, that had to be it.

There was no way he actually knew the girl getting double-fucked on his screen was me.

I had been doing this for years and nobody had ever figured it out.

I was not even embarrassed that he had caught me with my hand between my legs, with my fingers soaked and shaking.

I fucked on camera for a living.

Embarrassment was not in my vocabulary anymore, but the idea that Charles might know the face behind the cat mask? That made cold panic crawl up my spine.

I opened my mouth to speak, lie or say something, but nothing came out, my throat felt lined with sand.

“Why do you call my name?” I finally asked, my voice was really small.

He looked at me for a long second, then gave a short, awkward laugh.

“Why did I call your name?” He repeated the question.

I heard him say Aria. I know I did.

He bent down, snatched his boxers from the floor, and pulled them up in one quick move.

The waistband snapped against his stomach and that beautiful cock disappeared behind black cotton.

I hated that cotton right now.

“You should have made some noise when you walked in,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes flicking anywhere but at me.

“Sorry you had to see that.”

Sorry? He was sorry?

I almost laughed, I had dressed like the sluttiest version of myself on purpose, my skirt barely covering my ass, my nipples practically cutting glass through my top, and he was sorry.

I pulled my hand from between my thighs, fingers glistening, and wiped them on my hip without thinking, his gaze followed the motion and I saw his jaw tightened.

The television was still playing, my masked self was now riding one guy reverse cowgirl while the other one fed his cock into my mouth from the front, the room smelled like sex and shame with his cum.

Charles reached for the remote on the coffee table, his thumb already on the power button.

“Let me turn this off.”

The screen went black for half a second, just long enough for the media player to show the file name before it closed.

And I saw a name displayed on the screen.

Thompson_Aria_4K_Private

My stomach dropped straight through the floor

He froze too, thumb still hovering over the button, his eyes wide like he had not meant for me to see that.

That's my really full name!

I moved before my brain caught up, I lunged forward, snatched the remote out of his hand, and stepped back fast, my pulse was roaring in my ears.

“Aria—” he started.

I ignored him and mashed the buttons until the folder opened again.

There were dozens of files, they all had my real name, some were the public releases, but a lot of them were the private ones, the ones I only shot for custom buyers, the ones where the mask slipped a little, where you could see the scar on my left hip, the birthmark just above my pussy, the tiny freckle on my inner thigh that nobody else in the world ever got close enough to notice.

Fuck! He had known for God knows how long.

I looked up at him slowly, he was staring at me, his chest rising and falling too fast, his hands half raised like he was trying to calm a spooked animal.

“Explain,” I said, my voice came out dangerously, I don't even know what was forming in me.

He licked his lips. “I… found out maybe eighteen months ago. One of the private clips leaked on a forum. The mask moved just enough to see your mouth, I knew that mouth, Aria, I spent years trying not to stare at it every time you bit your lip when you were annoyed at me.” His voice dropped slightly.

“Then I saw the scar on your hip in another video, the same exact place you got it falling off Daniel’s bike when we were 17 years old or something, After that it was easy to match the rest.”

I should have been furious, I should have been terrified, Instead heat rushed straight between my legs so hard my knees almost buckled.

He had been jerking off to me, knowing it was me, for eighteen fucking months.

All those times I thought he was ignoring me, teasing me, flirting with other girls in front of me to piss me off.

He had been going home and watching me get fucked six ways from Sunday while he thought my name.

My nipples ached, my pussy was throbbing again, even more wetter than before.

“ You're sick, fuck!” I breathed, but there was no venom in it, my voice shook with something else entirely.

He gave a helpless little shrug, like a man who had already accepted he was going to burn. “Yeah. I am.”

Silence stretched between us, and I let the remote fall to the rug.

Then I stepped forward until my tits brushed his chest, he sucked in a sharp breath but he did not move.

If things is already going to this way, why bother pretend again?

“You have been watching me get fucked by other guys,” I said slowly, looking up at him through my lashes, “and stroking that big dick to the thought of me the whole time?”

He nodded once, his throat working as he swallowed.

“ Don't nod, Charles. Say those words.”

“I have been obsessed with you,” he rasped. “Every single night, I could not cum unless I was thinking about you, watching you, or hearing you moan.”

My hand moved on its own, I slid it down his stomach, over the waistband of his boxers, and wrapped my fingers around his cock through the boxers.

He was already rock hard again, pulsing against my palm.

“Good,” I whispered. “Because I have spent years wanting this cock inside me and pretending I hated you so nobody would guess.”

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His eyes went black with lust.

I squeezed him harder. “All those times you flirted with those girls right in front of me? I went home and fucked myself raw thinking about you punishing me for being jealous.”

A growl rumbled out of his chest, his hands finally moved, coming up to grip my waist, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise.

“Tell me to stop,” he said against my mouth, breathing hot. “Tell me to stop right now and I will.”

I answered him by sliding my tongue into his mouth.

He groaned loud and kissed me back like he was starving. His tongue pushed against mine in a filthy way that I almost my mind, his teeth scraping my bottom lip.

One of his hands slid down to grab my ass under the skirt, his fingers finding bare skin immediately because of course I was not wearing anything underneath.

He squeezed hard, spread me open, then slapped my ass once, the sound cracking through the room.

I gasped into his mouth and he did it again, but harder this time.

“You came here dressed like this on purpose,” he muttered between kisses, biting my lip, my jaw and my neck.

“Yes,” I moaned, grinding against his thigh because I needed friction. “ I wanted you to bend me over the second I walked in.”

He walked me backward until my spine hit the wall beside the television.

His hands shoved my crop top up, yanking it over my head and tossing it somewhere.

My tits spilled free and he stared at them for a second like he could not believe they were real, then in seconds what I knew was his lips were on me.

He sucked my left nipple hard, his teeth grazing me, flicking his tongue, while his hand pinched the other one until I cried out.

I clawed at his back, trying to pull his boxers down with one hand while the other tangled in his hair.

He pulled off my nipple with a wet pop. “Slowly Aria,” he growled. “ I've been waiting too fucking long to rush this.”

He dropped to his knees in front of me and shoved my skirt up to my waist, then spread my legs wide.

The cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered.

“Look at this pretty cunt,” he said, his voice rough with awe.

He ran two fingers up my slit, collecting my wetness, then pushed them into his mouth and sucked them clean while staring up at me. “ Hmm.. it tastes better than I imagined.”

I whimpered, jerking my hips forward.

He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me completely, and licked a slow stripe from my entrance to my clit, my head thunked back against the wall.

“Charles—”

“Keep Quiet and take it,” he said, then buried his face in my pussy completely.

He ate me like a man possessed, his tongue pushing inside me, fucking me with it, then sliding up to circle my clit before sucking it hard between his lips.

Two fingers shoved into me without warning, curling, stroking that spot that made my legs shake.

I grabbed his hair with both hands and ground against his face, chasing the orgasm that was already building again.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with me. “You come on my tongue first, then I am going to fuck you until you can not walk out of this house.”

I moaned loud enough that the neighbors probably heard if he had one.

He went back to work, his fingers pumping faster, flicking his tongue on my clit without mercy.

My thighs started trembling, my stomach tightened, and then I was coming hard, my pussy clenching around his fingers, juices dripping down his wrist while I screamed his name.

He kept licking me through it, drawing it out until I was gasping, oversensitive and shaking.

When he finally stood up, his mouth and chin were wet with me.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand, then grabbed my throat gently and kissed me again so I could taste myself on his tongue.

His cock was straining against his boxers, the head peeking above the waistband leaking steadily.

I reached down and pulled him free, wrapping my hand around bare skin this time.

He was hot and throbbing in my grip.

He broke the kiss, breathing hard against my lips.

“Let's go to the bedroom”

I shook my head, squeezing his cock harder. “No. It's right here. I have waited long enough.”

He stared at me for some seconds, breathing heavily too

Then he grabbed my hips, spun me around, and pressed my front to the wall.

My cheek rested against the cool surface, my tits flattened against the wall, with my ass pushed out.

His boxers hit the floor, and I heard the rip of a condom wrapper, he must have grabbed one from somewhere, then the blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance, sliding through my wetness, teasing me.

Finally fuck!

I pushed back impatiently.

“Beg me,” he said, his voice dark with lust.

“Please,” I gasped immediately. “Please fuck me, Charles. I need it, I need your cock so bad.”

He stayed perfectly still behind me, the thick head of his dick resting right at my entrance, sliding up and down through my slick folds but never pushing it in.

Every time he dragged it over my clit I jerked, a fresh wave of wetness coating him.

My palms were flat on the wall, my fingers curled, with my nails scraping the paint because I needed something to hold on to.

“You want this dick that much?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

His hand came down hard on my ass again, the sting blooming hot across my skin.

“You’ve been walking around acting like you hate me while your little cunt was dripping for me every day?”

“Yes,” I moaned, pushing back harder, trying to take him myself.

“Every fucking day, every time you looked at another girl I wanted to scream, I wanted you to drag me somewhere and fuck the attitude out of me.”

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He slapped my ass again, harder, then grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back so my throat was exposed.

His mouth found the side of my neck and he bit down, his teeth sinking in just enough to make me gasp.

“Greedy girl,” he growled against my skin. “ You've been saving this pussy for me and I didn’t even know it.”

I whimpered, nodding as much as his grip would let me. “It's all yours.”

He let go of my hair and both of his big hands clamped down on my hips, his fingers digging in so hard I knew I would have bruises tomorrow.

He pulled me back an inch, lining up again, and this time he gave me the head, just the head, stretching my entrance open around that fat crown.

I cried out, my legs shaking.

“More,” I begged. “Give me more.”

He fed me another inch slowly, letting me feel every thick ridge of him.

My pussy fluttered around him, trying to pull him deeper, but he held me still.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed through his teeth. “I've been watching all those guys split you open on video and you still feel this fucking tight.”

I couldn’t answer, all I could do was pant and push back, trying to take more. He gave me another inch and stopped again.

“Charles, please—”

“Tell me how many times you came thinking about me,” he demanded, his voice getting darker. “Tell me while I stretch this cunt.”

“Hundreds,” I sobbed. “Thousands, every night. I’d fuck myself with toys and pretend it was you, pretend you were punishing me for being a jealous little bitch.”

He groaned and slammed the rest of the way inside me in one brutal thrust.

“Yessssss!!!” The stretch burned so good I screamed out.

He bottomed out, his balls pressed tight against my clit, that perfect curve dragging against my front wall.

My pussy clamped down around him hard, already trying to milk him.

“Jesus fuck,” he grunted, holding me still, letting me adjust.

“You’re gonna make me come just from putting it in.”

I rolled my hips in a slow circle, grinding back against him.

“Don’t you dare, you’re gonna fuck me hard like you promised.”

He pulled out slowly, almost all the way, then drove back in so hard my tits slammed against the wall, my breath left me in a rush.

“ That's what you want?” he snarled, doing it again.

“You want me to use this pussy like I own it?”

“Yes, yes, yes—”

He set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward, with his cock dragging out to the tip before slamming back in.

Every thrust shoved me up the wall, my nipples scraping the paint, my toes barely touching the floor.

The sound of his skin hitting my ass echoed loudly, wet and obscene, mixed with the squelch of my soaked pussy taking him over and over.

He reached around and found my clit with two rough fingers, rubbing fast circles while he fucked me.

“Come on my cock,” he ordered, breathing hot against my ear. “Show me how much better the real thing feels than your fingers.”

I was already close, I had been close since he put his mouth on me.

The pressure built fast and vicious, my legs were shaking so hard I would have fallen if he wasn’t holding me up.

“Charles, I’m—”

“Do it,” he snapped, pinching my clit hard. “Come all over this dick right now.”

I shattered.

My pussy clamped down so tight that he cursed loud, thrusts stuttering for a second as I came, gushing around him, juices running down my thighs and his balls.

My whole body shook, my vision going white at the edges while I screamed his name over and over.

He didn’t stop, he fucked me through it, dragging every aftershock out of me until I was sobbing from overstimulation.

Only when I went limp against the wall did he slow, pulling out just long enough to spin me around and face him.

My legs gave out and he caught me, lifting me easily, hands under my thighs.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he pressed me back against the wall again.

“Look at me,” he said, voice wrecked.

I forced my eyes open, his face was flushed, with his jaw clenched, his eyes opened wildly.

He reached between us, lined himself up, and sank back inside me in one smooth stroke. My head fell back against the wall with a thud.

“Gonna fill this pussy up,” he promised, starting to move again, slower now but deeper, grinding against my clit with every thrust.

“ I've been dreaming about breeding you for months, do you want that? You want me to pump you full until it leaks down your legs?”

I nodded frantically, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes. Do it. Come inside me.”

He groaned and sped up, his hips pistoning with his balls slapping my ass.

His mouth crashed into mine, swallowing my moans as he fucked me harder, chasing his own release now.

I felt him swell inside me, getting even thicker.

“Fuck, Aria—”

He slammed in deep one last time and held there, his cock pulsing as he came, flooding the condom with heat.

His whole body shook against mine, his breath ragged against my neck.

We stayed like that for a long minute, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin.

Eventually he let my legs slide down until my feet touched the floor, but he didn’t pull out yet.

He rested his forehead against mine, both of us still trembling.

“Next time,” he said, his voice hoarse, “no condom. I want to feel you raw. I want to watch my cum drip out of you after.”

I clenched around him at the thought, already wanting it.

He kissed me slowly, tasting both of us on his tongue.

“ Charles?” A voice called beside and blood drained on my face.

That voice!

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