Page 63 of From Fling to Ring

She leans closer to her phone and her robe falls open, giving me a full shot of her lovely tits. “Are you sure?” she coos.

“Promise, baby.”

“Well. Okay.” She leans back onto the sofa and props her feet on the coffee table so the phone is aimed directly between her legs. Her robe falls open, giving me a perfect view of her bare pussy.

I reach my hand inside my sweats and stroke myself. “Baby, you know how hard you have me right now?”

Goddamn. My view of her could not be more perfect. Her phone is positioned perfectly so my view of her pussy extends all the way up her body, past her tits, and to her pretty face.

“You’re hard?” she asks. “Can I see?”

I slide my sweats below my ass and hold up my rock-hard cock, squeezing myself at the base to stave off what I know will eventually be a roaring orgasm. I can’t blow my wad too soon.

“Can I see you stroke it some?” she asks, running her fingertips over her tits.

“Yeah, baby,” I say, gripping myself. “Let’s see you play with your pussy at the same time.”

She giggles. Her fingers wander down her body, stroking her soft skin, until they land at the top of her slit. She slides a finger between her lips. “Too bad this isn’t your tongue.”

“It will be, baby, the second I get home. I’m gonna lick you from your clit to your ass, tasting every inch of you.”

“And then what?” she asks, two fingers now stroking her inner pussy. She’s opening herself just enough to let me see a little of her pink interior. But I want more.

“I’m gonna lay you back on that sofa and suck your clit while I fuck you with two fingers. You’ll come so hard I have to hold you so you don’t fall off.”

“Mmmm, that sounds nice,” she moans, zeroing in on her hard clit.

“That’s it, baby, keep going,” I say, my balls starting to tighten.

Fuck, I wish I were there.

“What next?” she whispers, speeding up her strokes.

“I’d flip you over and put you on your knees so I can see both your pussy and your asshole. I’d hold myself just outside your opening until you started wiggling your behind, begging for me, and then I’d give you some of my dick, just enough to stretch out that tight pussy. At first you beg me to go no further because you can’t take it, but after I pulse a little, you want more.”

Lucy’s breath is coming fast and hard as she keeps going on her clit with one hand, the other squeezing a nipple.

“Just before you come, baby, I wet my thumb and rub it around your asshole. You love the sensation and push back against me for more until I pop it inside?—”

“Oh, oh, fuck, Tyler,” she cries, her whole body convulsing right there in front of my face while she writhes from the kind of orgasm I hoped I’d get to witness.

This triggers my own explosion. I make sure my dick is still on camera and shoot my load, loving that she’s watching every spurt and pulse of my cum.

“Baby, that was so fucking hot—” I start to say.

Bam, bam, bam.

“Hey, ninety-day lover boy. Get your ass out here. It’s time for dinner,” Jonas yells through the hotel door.

Holy shit. I scramble for the phone before Lucy hears anything.

“Who’s that?” she asks, rushing to cover herself. “What’s going on?”

“Hey, the guys are here for dinner. I gotta go, okay?”

She smiles into the camera and blows me a kiss. “Have fun,” she teases, and ends the call.

I’m gonna kill these guys. I really am. “Just a minute,” I holler, rushing to the bathroom to clean myself up.

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