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“That’s perfect,” he said as I settled against my headboard.

My eyes strayed to the little box that showed what he saw on his screen. I was completely on display for him.

“Take a deep breath for me and hold it.”

I gulped in a breath and focused my attention on him.

“Hold it a bit more. Now slowly let it out. Good. Again. You’re doing amazing, baby. One more time. Now out. So good.”

My cock, which had gone soft while I set up the tripod, was rock hard and leaking again.

“Look at you. So damn sexy.” He bit his lip and dragged his teeth over the plump flesh. “I want you to stroke yourself. Keep your grip light and go slow.”

I gripped my cock and stroked my hand up.

“Slower,” he urged. “That’s perfect. Keep going just like that. Pretend it’s my hand. That’s me touching you and making you feel good.”

I fell into a rhythm, my eyes never leaving his face as I jerked off for him.

“Stop.”

“River,” I half moaned, half whined.

Whined? I’d never whined in bed before. What the hell?

“Focus on me, baby. You’re okay. Don’t worry about anything except how good it feels. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded eagerly. I liked the idea of being good for him. Liked not having to think about anything other than him and his words.

“There you go. Now, let go of your dick and spread your legs for me.”

I did, moving way too fast to be sexy.

“God, that’s hot.” He paused, his chest rising rapidly as his breathing picked up. “Do you like being eaten out?”

“What?” I gaped at him.

“Do you like having your asshole tongued?”

“Yes, but?—”

“I didn’t ask for an explanation, baby. Just if you like it.”

“Yes.”

“Is that something you want me to do?”

“You would?”

“Yes or no, baby.”

“Yes.”

He licked his lips. “That’s so hot.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “I thought about it when I came home from work. Pictured it while I jerked off in the shower.”

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