Porn Star(109)

Just the way we like it.

And whenever I think that I miss my old life, whenever I hear about Tanner’s fancy cinematography jobs, or whenever I see Raven winning industry award after industry award, I remind myself of those final days at home, when I was so miserable and itchy in my own skin that I could hardly stand to be alive anymore. I’m happy for Tanner and I’m even weirdly happy for Raven, because even if I don’t always like her, she works hard and she’s earned every bit of her success. But I know that life, that world, could have never made me happy in the end, not like it does for them.

My happiness is right here in front me, teasingly unzipping her gown, and suddenly I don’t have the patience to finish the more elaborate camera set-up I had in mind. I put the handheld on a tripod, plug in a few cords and click a few buttons, and then the feed is going straight to our website, live for anybody who’s on there now but also archived for later.

I unzip my own robe but leave it on, and while I’m at it, I also unbutton my slacks and free my dick, which after a full morning of craving and wanting, is thick and dark. I sit in a chair in front of the camera and pat my thigh with one hand while I stroke my cock with the other.

“Come to Logan, baby,” I say, and she doesn’t hesitate, pushing her robe off her shoulders and tugging off her dress as she comes closer. All that’s left on her body is her high heels and her graduation cap, and this is pretty much one of the biggest fantasies I’ve had since high school. I’m praying right now that I can last long enough to do it justice.

Devi effortlessly straddles me on the chair and then she’s slowly lowering herself onto my waiting erection. She’s already so f*cking wet for me, but even so, it’s a tight fit and her mouth parts in a gasp when the flared edge of my crown finally breaches her entrance.

“Such a good girl putting it inside you,” I praise her. “Such a good girl.”

Her cheeks and lips are dark-rose with her characteristic sex blush, and her pupils are wide with lust. She slides down another inch, and my toes are curling in my shoes, she’s so f*cking tight around me, and then with another one of her adorable gasps, she’s fully impaled on me.

I lean back a little, admiring the way her plump little clit rubs against me, admiring the way that greedy * starts moving and grinding down on me right away. We both watch for a minute, our eyes on the place where we’re joined, where the thick base of my cock stretches her folds.

“Bounce on it,” I tell her. “Make it feel good.”

She eagerly obeys, bracing her knees on the sides of my thighs and then working herself up and down in fast, hard strokes. My head drops backward to rest against the back of the chair, and I hear my graduation cap fall to the floor. I don’t care. Instead, I lace my hands behind my neck and watch Devi work, her tits bouncing and her stomach tight and her eyes closed in bliss. And when I feel my balls drawing up, I grab her hips and stop her, changing her movements from the fast strokes to the slow, grinding rolls that I know will get her off. Within seconds, she’s falling apart on top of me, the tassel from her cap swinging as her head drops forward and her body shakes.

“That’s it,” I murmur to her. “Give it all to me.”

And she does, her fingernails digging into my biceps as the quivering accelerates, peaks, and then finally, finally subsides. After she comes down, I start thrusting up underneath her again, but she stops me with a smile and a hand on my chest.

“One minute,” she says. “I want to give you a graduation present.”

I groan. “I love presents, babe, but is now really the time?”

But she’s already climbing off me, walking into the kitchen, leaving my cock still hard and aching. But then she returns with a medium-sized tube, and my face splits into a grin. That’s lube, and I think I know where this is going, and I love graduation day! I should really try to graduate more often.

Biting her lip in an expression of naughtiness so delicious that I want to devour it, Devi spreads some of the thick, clear lube on my cock. It’s cold and I give a little shiver until she curls her strong fingers around my length and gives me a few tight, slow strokes.

“God, I f*cking love you,” I say hoarsely.

“And I love you. Now finger me.”

Those should be our wedding vows, right there.

I spread a dab of the lubricant on my forefinger and do as I’m told, teasing the pleated rim between her cheeks, rubbing and pressing and gradually coaxing it open for me. And after I can easily work a second finger in and out, she crawls back on the chair and positions herself so that my tip presses against her back entrance. I watch her face as she guides my cock into her ass, the intense concentration as my crown passes through the tight rings of muscle at the beginning, the gut-deep pleasure-pain as she lowers herself farther down. Her channel is a tight, hot furnace around me, and the moment she finally buries me and her perfect ass comes to rest on my thighs, I decide I'm in heaven.

She opens her eyes. Goose bumps pepper her skin and a small sheen of sweat glows on her face and chest. We do the occasional anal scene for our series with Vida and sometimes anal just for ourselves, but it's not such a frequent occurrence that Devi’s blithely expert at it. Instead, she squirms and groans trying to find just the right angle to ride me, she sweats and shivers every time she moves her ass up and down my cock. It's a constant negotiation between pleasure and pain, and the moment she wins and hones in on the pleasure, she becomes luminescent and beautiful and wild.