SIN & SEDUCTION

Chapter 7; Spreading My P*ssy For Two (3)

Valerie

I am still sitting on the counter with my skirt bunched around my waist and his release leaking slowly out of me when I notice the phone.

It’s propped against the fruit bowl at the far end of the counter, screen dark but facing us at an angle that leaves no doubt in my heart.

My stomach tightens in dread. I stare at it for a full second before the meaning hits me, and then the silence that follows the s*x shatters.

“Y…you recorded us.” My voice cracks in shock.

Cannon follows my gaze without looking surprised or guilty. He just reaches over, picks the phone up, and unlocks it with his thumb so the video starts playing without sound.

There I am on the small screen, legs spread on the same counter, his head between my thighs, then later his c**k driving into me while my head tips back.

The timestamp shows it started the moment he lifted me up. My palms stings so bad from the urge to slap his face.

I shove his chest hard enough that he takes a step back. My voice comes out louder than I expect. “What the f**k is wrong with you?”

“Valerie—”

“You filmed me after everything, after I came back because you promised no sharing, you still did this.”

I slide off the counter on unsteady legs, yanking my skirt down even though the fabric sticks to the mess between my thighs. My underwear is still on the floor but I leave it there.

“Delete it right now.” I scream.

He does not delete it, he sets the phone back down face up so the paused frame of my p***y wide open and taking him stays visible.

“I recorded it because I wanted to keep it.”

“That is not an answer.” My hands are shaking. The anger that had gone cold under the orgasm comes back hot, mixing with the throb between my legs in a way that makes me feel sick and still turned on at the same time.

“You do not get to keep video of me getting f****d on your kitchen counter without telling me.”

Cannon steps closer again. I put a hand up to stop him but he catches my wrist gently and keeps coming until my back is against the opposite counter.

“I know I should have asked but watching you like that, knowing I can look at it again whenever I want, makes me happier than anything else has in a long time.”

“That is not good enough.”

“It is the truth.” He leans in and kisses me before I can turn my face away. The kiss is slow and passionate, nothing like the rough one from earlier.

His mouth moves against mine with deliberate care, tongue sliding in only when I stop pushing at his chest.

I can still taste myself on him. The anger does not disappear but it shifts under the familiar heat of his body pressed to mine, the way his free hand settles on my hip and holds me in place.

When he finally pulls back just enough to speak, his forehead rests against mine. “I am not going to post it or show it to anyone. It is only for me. I wanted something that proves you came back, that you let me have you even after what I asked for on my birthday. Seeing you come on my tongue and then take my c**k that hard makes me feel like I still have a chance.”

“A chance at what? Sharing me with some other guy?”

“A chance at keeping you.” His thumb strokes once along my jaw. “The video is the only part I did without asking. Everything else tonight was exactly what I promised.”

I want to keep yelling, I want to grab the phone and smash it on the floor. Instead I stay where I am, breathing hard.

The recording is still paused on the counter behind him, my own face frozen in a moment of raw pleasure I cannot deny.

Part of me hates how much he clearly loves it. Another part of me, the part that walked back into this apartment after two days of telling myself I would not, understands the hunger in his voice more than I want to admit.

“Show me the whole thing,” I say finally.

He picks the phone up again without hesitation and starts the video from the beginning.

We watch it together in the low kitchen light. I see the exact second his tongue first touched me, the way my back arched, the moment he stood and pushed inside.

The sound is off but I remember every moan. Cannon’s arm stays around my waist the entire time, holding me against him while the recording plays out.

When it ends on the image of him buried deep and my legs still open, he locks the phone and sets it face down.

“I will delete it if you tell me to,” he says quietly. “But I am asking you not to make me.”

I look up at him, I still feel angry at him, I’m still standing in his kitchen instead of walking out the door.

He kisses me again and I let him. My hands stay on his chest, neither pushing him away nor pulling him closer.

The kiss ends but I do not step back. My mind keeps circling back to the birthday night, to the calm way he looked at me when he said he wanted to share me with another man.

The way he talked about holding me open for someone else like it was the most natural request in the world.

I told myself I came here because he texted, apologizing. Promising not to mention his absurd request again.

Yet the idea has been sitting under my skin the whole time, unwanted and impossible to ignore.

And now that I am still here with his release drying on my thighs and a video of us on his phone the question rises before I can stop it.

“About the other night,” I whisper. “Who is this man you want to share me with?”