EroticReverie

*commissioned*

I don't fake the the face I make when Paul sinks his cock into me. My jaw drops and my eyes roll back, fluttering as he fills me entirely. 

"Holy shit...you're so wet" he grunts , still hovering over my back, his hands on mine as he slowly pulls out. 

"mhm" I nod in agreement, because my step father made me that way, his cum is still in and on my cunt mixing with my own arousal. Paul contributes to the wetness too, but most of the credit goes to my perverted, dirty step father. 

"Mmm, fuck baby" he groans as he pushes himself back in slowly and I whimper. Paul feels nice, feels good, as his cock slides into me again, and I can't handle how horny I am, how after just being fucked multiple times, I still want and need a cock inside of me. I wonder what Paul would say or do if he knew my step father just fucked me before he got here. 

I moan as Paul bites my shoulder, and kisses across my back. I whimper and push my ass back into him. 

"Harder, fuck me harder...faster." I moan and Paul groans.

"mm baby" Paul groans, but he doesnt pick up his pace, and I whine, digging my fingertips into the covers on my bed and clench them in my fists. 

"Fuck me!" I yell, pleading, my voice so fucking needy and desperate. 

Paul grunts and kisses my shoulder. 

Paul pushes up, standing behind me. 

He slaps my ass and I hiss. 

"Yesss" I groan, feeling the need for more , my cunt tightens around him. He slaps it again and grabs my hips and thrusts into me hard, jerking me forward. I yelp.

I feel my tits bounce forward beneath me, and he thrusts again, and again, hard , punishing thrusts. 

"mmmm fuck that pussy baby" I moan.

"Yess, yessss, fuck me" I beg.

Paul goes faster and even though he's always been enough for me before, I can't help but wish it was Leon behind me, fucking me like my pussy was worth millions to him. 

I push myself back on Paul's cock as he thrusts forward, both of us groaning. Paul stops, letting me work my pussy on him, throwing my ass back as I pant, my tits rocking back and forth, hanging from my chest. I look into the camera and bite my lip and smirk slightly and then look behind me at Paul who grins at me. 

"Fuck me dirty" I bite my lip. 

"Use my pussy baby" I whine , begging. 

Paul groans and pushes me forward, further onto the bed, his cock sliding out of my cunt, leaving me empty and whimpering as I crawl forward, facing more towards the camera as he gets on the bed behind me. 

As I kneel on all fours wiggling my ass, silently begging for more of his cock, he slaps my ass, hard, spanking me and make moan. 

"Mmmmmyesss" I moan and gasp when he spanks me again.

"You're a bad girl" he groans. 

I moan and think to myself...you have no fucking idea. 

Paul puts a hand on my lower back and slides it up my back, to my neck, to my head and then pushes my face down as he groans. 

"Face down, keep that fucking ass in the air..." he growls, his voice turning me on even more. 

I nod with my head against the bed, cheek rubbing on the blanket.

He spanks me harder this time, the sting making my toes curl and feet kick up. I whimper and he groans. 

"You want it dirty?" he groans and smacks me again on my other cheek. I yelp. 

"Yes" I answer my voice trembling, even though everything about  what he's doing makes my cunt drip for him, for the fact I know Leon is probably outside my fucking door, or in one of the nearby rooms listening. 

"You little slut" he says , spanking me again, and this time it makes me sink into the bed in pain, my stomach lowering to the bed. 

"KEEP THAT ASS UP" Paul yells at me, and I gasp at the way his voice makes the room pulse, I raise my ass again, and before I can even get it up all the way his hand strikes me again, sending a searing pain across my flesh. I yelp and fall again to the bed. 

Usually we're quieter, usually Paul is the one to remind me of either Leon or my mom being able to hear if we're too loud, but today, right now, he doesnt seem at all concerned. 

I think I hear him mumble under his breath "stupid fucking bitch" as he grabs my hips and pulls them back up and brings his cock to my cunt, and slams it inside me. 

I gasp and don't really care if he called me a stupid fucking bitch, I'm into it, but Paul has never added stupid to any of the things he calls me. It makes my cunt clench around his cock harder.

"dumb little whore" he mumbles in a groan as he fucks me. 

I yelp when his thrusts actually start to hurt. But I don't tell him to stop, I let my boyfriend fuck my cheating cunt however he wants to. Because the thought of Leon seeing another man completely use me, sends my arousal through the roof. 

"yes, fuck me like a little whore" I gasp as he fucks me so hard I scream out and my belly falls to the bed. His cock following my pussy, he hovers over me, still drilling into me. 

He grunts and pushes up again, then pulls me back up, grabs my arms lifting me up, he holds me around my elbows. Facing me to the camera, he fucks me from behind, so the camera can see me on my knees, bent over just slightly, my head bobbing, my tits bouncing as he fucks me from behind. 

His grip on my arms is hard, almost bruising and his hips hit me hard, so fucking hard and I scream out again.

"Paul!" I scream his name, and he groans pulling my arms back further until he can wrap his arm around my waist, the other hand skating up my chest to my throat. I gasp as he squeezes, not too hard, but not gently either. His cock is at a stop inside me. 

"Avery...." he whispers my name in my ear, with a slight snarl. 

I pant, feeling myself choke for larger breaths as he squeezes just  bit more. 

His nose nudges my ear and groans, his hand loosens, it runs down my chest as I gasp and he grabs my breast, grasping it in his hand. 

"Do you think I'm fucking stupid?" he whispers. 

My brows furrow slightly and I shake my head. 

"No" I moan as his arm around my waist, tightens, I feel his cock move just slightly out of me, and back in as he gropes my breasts with one hand. 

"So then you must be the fucking stupid one." he whispers. 

I'm too horny, to soaked and needy for his cock to even think. 

"What?" I say mildly annoyed that he's stopped pounding his cock into me, and mildly confused. 

He chuckles quietly into my ear and I feel him shaking his head against my cheek. 

"You looked so hot in that video...of you humping the fucking table...like a horny little slut.." he says and I moan as his arm around my waist loosens and his hand slips down between my legs and rubs my clit. 

I gasp and moan, lifting my hands up behind his neck. His hand on my breasts sliding down to my hip. 

"I was sitting there....watching it..." he whispers. 

I moan as he rubs my clit just how I taught him I like it. 

My legs quiver. 

"I didn't realize you were such a fucking whore" he growls into my ear. There's bite to his words, and they're not playful, they're not sexy. 

"Wha-" I say, but his fingers keep rubbing and I lose my train of thought as I almost melt when I get even closer. Panting heavily. 

"Tell me Avery...whose idea was it?" he growls into my ear.

"What?" I moan and Paul huffs into my ear, and I hear a snarl of frustration as he slips his hand from my clit. 

"No-" I moan, having been so close to cumming, and Paul pushes me forward, slaps my ass again, making me yelp, before manhandling me by flipping me over, my tits bouncing as I'm thrown onto my back, and glares down at me. 

"You really didn't fucking notice?" he glowers. 

My brows pinch together. "Babe, I don't know what you're talking about but I need you to fuck me" I whine. 

He looks down at my pussy as I spread my legs, his nose twitches as he snarls slightly. 

He moves, grabbing his cock, and slides it over my cunt. Slapping my clit with it, making me moan and writhe. 

"Did you have fun making that little video?" he groans, the tip of his cock playing in my soaked slit. 

I nod and writhe.

He chuckles darkly. My brows furrow again, and I'm slightly concerned, because there's no way he knows what was happening during me making that video. Leon was BEHIND the camera. 

"Fuck me" I moan, ignoring whatever it is he's playing or getting at. 

"Love the way your mom decorated the dining room." he says and finally, fucking finally slides his cock back into me. I arch my back, my hands on his chest, legs, spread, knees bent. 

"What?" I ask when the comment of my moms decorating skills registers in my brain, what the hell kind of dirty talk is this?

"The dining room....I like the way she decorated it" he groans as he fucks me faster, making me moan, and I scratch my nails into his chest. 

"oh..kay" I moan out in between his thrusts. "I'll tell her" I say almost breathlessly. 

He chuckles darkly again. 

"I think i'll tell her myself..." he says. "If that's okay" he grunts and my face is a mixture of confusion and pleasure as his cock goes harder, deeper. I yelp. 

"oh god Paul, yes" I tremble, my legs shaking. 

"Love the new paint color..." he groans, thrusting, bringing me closer, and closer. 

"Shit" I curse and try to ignore this weird ass conversation he's trying to have with me right now. 

"Love the picture frames on the wall" he grunts and I dig my nails down his chest and he groans. 

His next thrust almost knocks the air out of me and I throw my legs around him, my hands grab at his back now pulling him into me. 

"don't stop, don't stop!" I cry out. 

"Do you like the picture frames Avery?" he groans, sweating, over me as he drills into my pussy, my cunt aching and ready to cum. 

I shake my head slightly, trying to chase my orgasm, but find it hard when his weird questions are so distracting. 

"Yes, they're fine" I groan , frustrated. 

"Mmmm" he groans. 

"I like the vase on the table that was behind you too." he says

"Fuck Paul...what the fuck.." I moan and he grunts with a little laugh. 

he shuts up long enough to get me closer, and closer and I feel my orgasm building, and I beg, whine, plead with him to not stop. 

"i'm gonna cum" I whimper. 

"Tell me Avery...because I forgot.....what's between those two picture frames on the wall?"  he asks. 

I wince and want to slap him. I ignore the question and fall apart, cumming hard, screaming as I cling to him, my shaking legs, trying to stay around him as he grunts and keeps fucking me, groaning, and I know he's chasing his own release as mine explodes throughout my entire body. I shudder and shake beneath him as I cum on his cock.

I pant and whimper as he keeps going, and seconds later, after my orgasm has mostly subsided, small after shocks make my body tremble, but Paul cums, holding his cock inside me. Thrusting deeper, emptying himself inside of me. I gasp and moan , his cock pulsing inside of me as it spills his cum into me. 

"fuck baby, yesss" I moan and stroke his face as his head hangs, as his hips halt, and he finishes off inside of me, letting every drop fill me. 

Paul pants heavily and collapses ontop of me, and I wrap my legs around him, holding him to me, our sweaty bodies pressed against one anothers. I kiss the side of his sweaty head and he turns, his face, nuzzling it into my neck, kissing me. I moan and he slowly slides out, laying to my side, facing me, he grabs my hips and pulls me into him as always. 

He holds me, his chin on the top of my head. 

We lay there catching our breath, I place soft kisses on his upper chest. 

"What's between the two frames ?" he says after a minute. 

"Huh?" I say and then pull back and look at him and smile. 

"Do you have some weird interior design fetish I'm just now being made aware of?" I ask with a little laugh and kiss his lips and he grins. 

"Answer me." he says simply, a slight smirk on his face and I raise my brow, picturing the dining room. 

"She put the mirror that was in the entry way there." I say and raise my brow. 

He stares at me, raising his brows slightly, and I raise mine back, and he shakes his head a chuckles.

"Wow...fuck...okay..." he says with a sigh. 

I look at him as if he's grown a second head. 

"Am I ...missing something?" I say and cant help but kiss him again , he pulls back slightly.

"What do mirrors do Avery?" he asks. 

And it shouldn't take as long to click as it does, but I'm too far in my post orgasm bliss to be thinking 100% clearly.

"They show you your reflection...what is wrong with you babe?" I tease and go to kiss him again. 

"Fuck Avery, are you that fucking stupid?" he pulls back and now pushes me away. 

"Wha...Hey!" I say and push at him. "What the hell?" I say, scowling at him for calling me stupid.

"I thought you were fucking with me...I thought you knew what you were doing..." he says, sitting up. 

"Paul I...I ....doing what?" I shake my head. "I don't know what we're talking about...pictures and mirrors...is this like....a riddle?" I say. 

He laughs, throwing his head back, but his laugh isn't happy, it's mean and he stands up , grabs his clothes putting them back on angrily. 

"So you were what...just NOT going to tell me?" he snarls zipping up his pants. 

"Tell you what?! That my mom redecorated?!" I scream pushing up onto my knees, waving my arms like a crazy person. 

"Holy shit" he laughs.

"Grab your fucking phone." he says. 

I scowl. "No." 

"Fucking grab it Avery" he says. 

I huff and turn and reach over to my phone thats still recording. I had forgotten about it, and stop the recording. 

I turn around. "Okay?" I wave it my hand. 

"Play the video you made me." he says throwing his shirt on. 

I huff and get up off the bed, walking over to him naked. 

"Alright..."I say making sure not to play the one of Leon fucking me. That would be bad. 

I stand with my back to Paul, holding up my phone, so we can both see the screen. 

"Did you have some decorating pointers for me to give my mom...I really don't know wha-....." I pause. I lose my breath. My heart stops. 

In the bottom of the mirror, it's not incredibly obvious, but it's more obvious when he stops slouching at sits up a little more in the chair he was in. 

Behind me, Paul realizes I see my mistake now. Leon's mistake too. Because in the mirror, is the top of his face, at the other end of the table. Paul leans down slightly. 

"Next time you want to record yourself being a fucking whore for him Avery....make sure there's not a fucking mirror behind you."