Page 17 of Cash's Treasure

Kayla goes on and on, excitedly telling me about her plans, all the while oblivious to the man watching her with lust written all over her face. “How about you? How’s your research going?”

“I’m taking a break,” I say huskily, and she must catch something in my voice because her brows furrow.

“What kind of break?”

“One where I spend the time thinking about your sexy body,” I say, turning the screen so it’s facing the hard ridge stretching my jeans. I catch her gasp when she sees my erection, and her face is cherry red when I turn back to her. “You’re a little distracting, baby. Even with the distance between us.”

My eyes stay on hers as I stroke my length through my pants, making my actions obvious to her.

She bites her lower lip, and her cheeks darken further the longer I stare at her. “H-how can I help?” she whispers, her voice soft and sultry.

“Do you want to?”

“Yeah.” She nods, and the camera moves. I lose focus of her face for a few seconds, and it takes me a moment to realize it’s because she’s set her phone at the foot of her bed. She must place some pillows under the phone to raise it some, as it gives me the perfect view of her bed.

She climbs on the bed and into view, and my breath catches in my throat when I realize she’s dressed in a T-shirt that exposes her pink panties but clearly no bra, leaving her nipples free to poke at the shirt.

“Fuck, baby,” I say hoarsely, my gaze dropping to her pebbled nipples pushing hard against the front of her shirt. “You look so goddamned sexy. Every last inch of you.” She flutters her lashes shyly as she stares into the camera, but I can read the excitement in her eyes too. Oh, my innocent little girl is horny too.

“What do you want me to do?” she asks, her sultry voice sending a deep throb to my cock, and my balls grow heavier with every second. Fuck, I never thought I could get this turned on just from watching her through the phone.

“I want those hands stroking your tits over the shirt,” I manage, shoving my pants down and fisting my hard dick. I groan deeply when she does as I instruct, stroking those gorgeous tits, her eyelashes fluttering and back arching as she moves to pinch the beads over the thin material.

“W-what else?” she whimpers.

“I want to see you,” I say hoarsely, stroking my cock slowly and drinking in her perfect body. “I want you to strip off your panties.” She goes to take off the T-shirt first, but I stop her. There is no telling how long I will last once I see all of her.

Kayla yanks her panties down before stripping them off completely and tossing them aside. I nearly swallow my tongue when she lies back, giving me the perfect view of her glistening sex, and it takes everything in me not to shoot on the spot. “Fuck me, baby, your pussy is all wet and creamy for my cock.”

This time, she doesn’t need me to guide her as she parts her thighs wider and trails a finger down the wet valley of her sex, parting her folds and revealing her pink haven. She jerks on the bed when her finger grazes her clit, and as her moan mingles with my groan, I realize I am not going to last long.

“Oh, God,” she whimpers as she rubs her middle finger in circles over her sex. “Oh . . . Cash, I need you.”

“I’m right here, baby,” I say hoarsely, basking in her beauty from the sight of her perky tits with erect nipples pushing hard against her shirt down to her sex, wishing with everything in me that it was my tongue buried between those slick folds and not her fingers.

Perhaps later tonight I will do just that, but for now, I’ll have to settle on this.

I watch as her mouth falls open and her breathing grows choppier as she rubs the sensitive nub faster with my name like a prayer on her lips. “Pull your shirt up for me, baby.”

“Cash—”

“Let me see you, Kayla,” I rasp, stroking my cock faster as I feel myself teeter close to the edge. She uses her free hand to lift the shirt above her gorgeous tits, holding it up as she rubs the other one frantically over her sex. “Picture my face on your chest, dragging my wet tongue over your soft nipple, sampling each bud with my mouth and sucking gently at the sensitive nubs.” She whimpers, her back arching off the bed. “I then trail my lips down your body before running my tongue over your wet little cunt.”

She orgasms with a scream, and I swear she goes blind for a second with the way her eyes turn glassy. I watch her thrash on the bed as I jerk my cock feverishly, watching my girl come apart, and that’s all it takes for me to follow suit. I bellow into the empty room, my loins twisting painfully as I spill an endless string of white onto my fist, all the while drinking up the perfect sight on my screen. I reach for tissues and use them to wipe myself down before tossing them into the trash.

Kayla falls back on the bed with a loud sigh, her chest heaving up and down as she struggles to catch her breath before she sits up quickly, her eyes panicked when they lock on mine.

“What is it?” I ask, quickly going on alert, ready to murder someone.

“There is someone at the door,” she responds, quickly straightening her shirt. “Oh, it’s the ingredients I ordered.”

She runs out of frame, and I catch the distant sound of a faucet running before she comes back, grabbing her phone, and I notice she’s wrapped in a robe now. She takes me along with her to answer the door, and I listen as she receives her shopping and signs the receipt before closing the door behind her.

“Did you get everything?” I ask, getting up to go to the bathroom to clean up as well.

“Yeah,” she says, propping her phone on the counter so I can see her. “I–I can’t believe we just did that.”

“You were so good, Freckles. I’ll be sure to reward you later tonight.” A sound from my laptop chimes, and I take it that Freddy has sent me the documents I requested. Perfect timing. “I have to go, Kayla. You better be naked in my bed when I get home tonight.”

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