I crawled towards him like the filthy slut that I am. The rug burned my knees, the dildo still swaying on the floor from the way it had slipped out, leaving me gaping and dripping. Ryan stood over me, c**k in hand, stroking slow and lazy like he had all the time in the world. The fireplace crackled behind me, my phone kept recording on the coffee table, its little red light blinking like a witness.
When I reached his boots, I knelt back on my heels, t**s heaving, c*m still sliding down my inner thighs in warm streaks.
“Please,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Delete it. I’ll do anything.”
Ryan tilted his head, thumb swiping over the fat head of his c**k, smearing precum.
“Anything?” he repeated. “That’s a big promise from my brother’s perfect little wife.”
I swallowed hard. “Name it.”
