Chapter 62: Ch62: Recording

Nyle dipped his head and pressed his lips to the side of her neck.

*Lick~ Lick~ Lick~*

His tongue dragged a slow, wet line up the warm skin, catching the faint salt of her skin. The lick tickled just below her ear and sent a sharp shiver racing down her spine.

Temptation followed, heat bloomed low in her abdomen, tight and sudden, spreading under her clothes.

"Why Nyle, please. It’s inappropriate," Amelia said, her voice thin and unsteady.

"Why won’t I? Don’t you feel good? Don’t you want to feel like a woman again?" Nyle murmured, his warm breath brushing the curve of her shoulder.

"Yes, but—"

Before the rest of the sentence could leave her mouth, he cut her off.

"Then keep your mouth shut and let me make your day special. You deserve to be touched for hitting a million subscribers," Nyle added, and his hands squeezed her breasts again, thumbs digging into the soft flesh.

Amelia’s hands fell limp at her sides, eyes stayed pinned to the phone on the table, the little lens still recording every second.

’What’s happening to me...? That’s not me. How can I even enjoy this?’ she thought, staring at her own flushed face in the small screen. ’I have a husband. A son. But I’ve never felt this good in my life. Fuck... why won’t my body listen to me? N-no— not my nip—!*

*Squeeze~ Squeeze~ Pinch*

"Mmhn...! anh~"

A lewd moan tore out of her throat, a sound she had never made for any man — not even her husband, and the camera caught every second of it.

Once Nyle had tasted her to his satisfaction, he hooked his fingers in her bodice and yanked it down.

The fabric tore from her chest, her breasts spilled and wiggle out, nipples already tight from his hands.

*BOING~ BOING~*

They bounced once, full and flushed. Her eyes flew wide at the force of it. The strength in his arms made the cloth give like paper. For him it was nothing.

"Look at that," Nyle said, a sharp grin cutting across his face. "Even a toddler could tell these melons haven’t been eaten properly. Girl... let me show you how~"

"Wait— don’t tell me you—"

*SUCK~~*

"Mmhhm..." she moaned.

He didn’t let her finish.

Nyle dropped his mouth to one nipple and latched on, sucking it in with a deep, possessive pull while his other hand squeezed the opposite breast.

The suction was strong — strong enough to keep pulling at the stiff peak until a shiver ripped through her body and a wave of dopamine slammed through her brain.

In the very next second her eyes dropped. A thick tent had risen in his pants, straining the fabric. Her right arm lifted on its own. She pressed her palm to the center of it and felt the heat and the hard shape.

’Is he really hard for me? Feels like it... but why would a good-looking young man the age of my son want me? Did he always want me? And why do I feel like I’ve seen him?’ she thought, her fingers brushing up and down the ridge through the cloth.

She drew a deep breath, then shoved her hand past the waistline of his pants, skin sliding over warm fabric, and wrapped her soft fingers around his shaft.

The moment her skin met his, the system’s passive triggered. His cock swelled in her grip, thickening fast, veins rising fat along the length as it pushed into an upward curve against her palm.

’Oh my god. It feels so... big,’ Amelia thought.

An image flashed through her mind — the full size of him filling her hand as she felt every inch of his girth.

Amelia leaned her face closer, breath catching. Then her mind snapped back.

’What the hell am I doing?’ she muttered to herself, and tried to drag her hand off his cock. She couldn’t. Her fingers stayed locked around the thick shaft as if her body had already chosen for her.

At the same moment Nyle tore his mouth from her breast and crashed onto her lips.

*SMOOCH~*

"Mmph...! Mmpph...!"

Bubbles of pleasure burst behind her eyes, melting her thoughts like warm butter left too close to the flame.

Amelia shut her eyes in surrender.

No words were needed for her to feel how badly he wanted her. His tongue pushed into her mouth, swirling with hers, dancing with her, saliva mixing between them as their lips brushed wet and hungry.

*Slurp~ Schlick~ Shlurp~ Slurp~*

As pleasure took her, Amelia forgot what she had been doing a moment before. The camera, the cake, the celebration — all of it slipped.

Nyle’s presence filled the space instead, close and hot, and the recording went on without either of them looking at it.

"Mmhm... mmm... mmMm..."

Soft moans spilled from her throat, vibrating into his mouth in the heat. Her fingers rose to the back of his head and curled in his hair, pulling him closer, while his fingers slid into her short hair and tightened, holding her there.

...

"Mwaah..."

"Mwaah..."

They pulled their lips apart in a slow, deliberate drag.

A glistening thread of saliva stretched between their mouths, thin and shining, then snapped and dripped onto the warm valley of her breasts.

Nyle licked his lips, eyes on her. "Do you feel me?" he asked.

Amelia swallowed hard and gave a soft nod. She then closed her eyes and opened her mouth, leaning in.

Meanwhile, Nyle set his hand on the back of her short hair and guided her down toward his groin. Without warning, he pushed her head down.

"Mmph..."

Her lips parted wide.

Amelia opened her eyes only to find her mouth stuffed tight with his cock, the thick head pushing over her tongue, stretching her lips around the shaft.

’What is this taste? It’s salty... and smell... a bit strange. Is this how a cock has always been?’ she thought, her tongue sliding along every inch she could reach.

*GWAK~*

Nyle pushed his cock past her uvula and held it there for a moment.