Chapter 83: 83. Click! And Click! I Take Many Pictures Of Her (Now She Starts Sucking!)**

"Let’s stop wasting any more time and do it, shall we...?" Ellie said. "But... please... for the first time, I want it to be special, so I mean it in a gentle way."

"And of course, we still need more foreplay before we get to the main course~!" Ellie giggled.

Driven by a sudden, frantic need to worship him, Ellie slid down the bed, her knees sinking into the soft mattress until she was positioned between his powerful thighs. She looked up at him from below, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, her eyes wide and shimmering with a mix of reverence and lust.

"I can’t believe it... I really don’t have any bad feelings towards my boyfriend about this situation," Ellie laughed. "We’re really going to make love on the bed where I slept with him."

"And of course, this slept means sleeping, not fucking."

"Yeah, yeah." Mike walks closer.

But then, Mike reached for the nightstand and grabbed his phone.

The sight of the device sent a jolt of pure, cold panic through her. Her playful bravado vanished instantly, replaced by wide-eyed, trembling fear.

’No, no, no! ’her mind shrieked, her hands faltering on his thighs. What is he doing?!’

’Is he... is he going to tell Stanley?’

’Is he going to show it to some people he knew?!’

’If Stanley sees me like this, if the whole world sees the ’perfect Ellie’ acting like a shameless slut for Mikey, then... my life will be over!’

She froze, her breath hitching in her throat, looking up at him with a desperate, pleading expression.

"Please don’t record it for public consumption, Mikey..." She said with a low tone while lowering her head.

Mike noticed the sudden shift in her energy, but he didn’t let her retreat. He looked down at her, a wicked, knowing glint in his eyes.

"Relax, Ellie," he chuckled, his voice low and reassuringly dominant. "I’m not sending these to your boyfriend or anyone."

"These are just for me, and you know I always have some little collection of my favorite things... and maybe something to keep in my pocket for when I’m feeling particularly nostalgic."

"But if you agreed with me to send it to Stanley, then it’s fine by me."

The way he said it, the implication that he might use these later to tease her or remind her of her submission sent a different kind of shiver down her spine. It wasn’t fear anymore, but it was the thrill of being his secret, his private treasure.

"Besides," he added, leaning back to get a better angle, "you look too good to let the opportunity go to waste."

"Now, show me that ’expert’ training you were talking about." Mike gets his cock even closer to her face.

The command acted like a switch. The submissive, hungry part of her took over completely.

"O-on it..."

She leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the massive, twitching head of his cock. She opened her mouth, her lips parting to reveal her pink tongue, and she began to slowly, delicately lick the very tip, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge.

As she did, she felt a sudden, mischievous impulse. Despite the scandalous nature of the act, she wanted to show him how much she was enjoying her "ruin."

She looked up at the camera, a playful, almost dorky grin splitting her face, and raised her hand to flash a cheeky peace sign, her eyes twinkling with a "look at me" energy.

Click!

Mike didn’t stop there.

He became a predator with a lens, capturing every scandalous moment. He directed her, commanding her into different, increasingly provocative poses.

Click!

He captured her as she leaned back, her head tilted, eyes closed in ecstasy as she took him deep into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with the effort of sucking him hard.

Click!

He caught her as she knelt, her massive breasts swaying as she leaned forward to kiss the underside of his shaft, her expression one of pure, unadulterated devotion.

Click!

He got a shot of her looking directly into the lens, her face flushed and her lips glistening with his pre cum, her expression a heady mix of a submissive girl and a shameless temptress.

Ellie was lost in it. The camera didn’t feel like a threat anymore, but it felt like an audience for her performance.

She was performing for him, for his eyes, for the man who was finally seeing the real her. She licked, she kissed, and she sucked with a ferocity that left her breathless, her body a playground of sensation, all while knowing that every single scandalous second was being etched into digital memory, a permanent testament to the night Ellie finally surrendered to Mike.

"Slurrrpppp... nggghh... grrgghhh..."

As Mike finally lowered the phone, the room felt heavy with the lingering heat of the camera’s flash and the raw, carnal energy between them. Ellie remained on her knees, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and glistening from her ministrations.

She looked up at him, her eyes no longer filled with the fear of being caught but with a burning, singular purpose. "Mppphhhh-ahh~!"

"Mikey..." she whispered, her voice husky and thick with a newfound determination. "I meant what I said..."

"I don’t want to be just another girl you remember..."

"I want to be the one who makes you lose your goddamn mind."

"I want to be the best you’ve ever had."

"I want to be the pleasure you can’t escape."

"You didn’t say that at all, by the way." Mike laughed. "You forget to tell me with your mouth and not your mind."

"But eh... I clearly can read a perverted mind, especially from their eyes or body language."

"Damn... you really are experienced, huh?" Ellie smiled with annoyance.

Mike leaned back on his elbows, a dark, challenging smirk playing on his lips. He saw the fire in her, the competitive, hungry spirit of a woman who had decided to conquer a king.

"But still... Is that so?"

"About your words full of ’I want to,’ you really are repeating yourself for me," he challenged, his voice a low vibration. "And that’s a hell of a claim for an amateur like you, Ellie."

"A lot of women have tried to be ’the best,’ but most of them couldn’t even handle the first round." Mike smirked. "You think you can actually back up that talk?"

"Just watch me," she breathed. "And be surprised with the plot twist I’ll give you!"

She reached out, her hands trembling slightly not from fear this time but from the sheer, overwhelming gravity of the task ahead. She reached behind him, her fingers digging into the hard, muscular mounds of his ass cheeks.

"Better be sorry after this!" She squeezed them firmly, feeling the incredible tension in his glutes, using them to pull him slightly closer to her face and anchor him.

Then, she leaned in.

This was it. The moment she had rehearsed in the darkness of her bedroom, the moment she had seen in a dozen different videos, but nothing had prepared her for the actual physical reality of it.

As she opened her mouth to take him in, her heart felt like it was going to burst through her ribs.

’Okay, Ellie... Focus.’

’Don’t be clumsy, and don’t be a mess,’ she commanded herself, her mind working in a frantic, high-speed loop. ’Slow... Start slow... Feel the texture... Feel the heat...’

She pressed her lips against the velvet head of his cock, her mouth stretching to accommodate his massive girth. She began to slide her mouth down the shaft, moving with an agonizingly slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Mppphhh... nggghhh..."

The sensation was staggering. The sheer width of him forced her jaw to stretch, a sensation that was both intimidating and incredibly arousing.

’Oh my god,’ she thought, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the thick, pulsing veins sliding against her tongue. ’It’s so much bigger than it looked...’

’It’s like trying to swallow a warm, living pillar.’

’The heat... it’s radiating all the way into my throat.’

She focused entirely on the sensation of his skin against her lips, the way his cock seemed to throb in time with her own heartbeat. She used her tongue to trace the underside of the shaft, swirling it around the sensitive frenulum, trying to mimic the movements she had studied.

"Mrrggghhhh... slurrrgghhh..."

She was hyperaware of everything: the scent of him, the sound of his deepening, ragged breaths, and the way her own saliva was making everything slick and effortless.

’I can pull off this first-time blowjob,’ she told herself, a surge of triumphant pride washing over her even as her jaw began to ache. ’I’m doing it... I’m actually doing it!’

’I’m taking him in...! I can feel him sliding past my teeth, filling the space in my mouth until there’s nothing left but him!’

She increased the pressure slightly, her hands gripping his ass cheeks tighter, pulling him deeper as she tried to find that perfect rhythm. She wanted to feel the exact moment his composure broke, the moment his muscles tensed and his hips jerked involuntarily.

’I’m going to make Mikey proud after years of not meeting each other for so long~!’