Page 51 of Tips and Trysts

For the first time, I send her a private message:Don’t come.

She’s too busy repositioning herself on the bed to respond. This time, she lays in profile, head on one side of the bed and her feet on the other. When she lays back, her breasts finally spill over the top of her bra, and she leaves them out—pierced tits bared to the room—as she prefers.

Never met a girl more excited to take her tits out than Cora.

I send her another private message:Don’t come.

She sees it and fully ignores me like the most unattainable little man eater in history. The way she places the vibrator back against her pussy is smug as shit, akin to her flipping me off, and it’s precisely this moment when I accept: I’m hanging by a thread.

I’m crawling out of my skin with want and frustration. I’m so far from her. A few days ago, we were literally inches away, and now—this shit. I hate it here. I hate this house and this campaign and—

“That’s the best you can do? I guess I’ll—”

I call her.

Cora finally hesitates. She glances offscreen before she looks right at her laptop’s camera and raises her middle finger,actuallyflipping me off this time. She’s killing me.

I get her voicemail, so I try again. My laptop’s screen goes unexpectedly gray right as the call connects.

“I’m a little busy, Everett,” she snaps in lieu of a greeting.

Holy shit. She paused the entire stream for me.

I didn’t expect her to answer, so the best I can pull from my knotted tangle of shock, frustration, and horniness is, “Are you taunting me?”

“Me? Never.”

“Don’t come. Be a good girl and wait.”

“No, I think I’m going to be a whore,” Cora replies before letting out a contented sigh. “How do you treat a whore, Everett?”

I falter, wondering if I’m reading this right—if she’s really asking me to be meaner. Crueler. More degrading.

Only one way to find out.

“You really are the biggest slut I’ve ever met,” I grit, going for it. “Can you even enjoy a fuck if you don’t have hundreds of men watching you? You’re depraved.”

The silence is unnerving, but then again, everything about Cora unnerves me. I don’t question this. I wait.

Eventually, her voice cuts through the quiet: “More.”

More.

“Showing off your dripping wet pussy, begging for someone to fill it and finish in you. You pretend you want mine, but you’d welcome any dick you can get, wouldn’t you? You’re obsessed with taking a fat cock raw. You’re not happy unless you’re fucked down and leaking with cum.”

“Everett,” she murmurs. “God, Everett. I knew you’d be good at this.”

Me. Damn right,me. She knew because nobody has ever been worse to her—or invited her to be just as bad. The two of us are cataclysmic and incredible. How did we wait so long to do this?

“Then be a good little whore and save your orgasm for me. Nobody wants your pussy as badly as I do. Nobody can pay more than I will. Be my perfect princess whore and let me tell you what to do with that needy, empty cunt while they watch.”

Cora inhales softly, barely audible over the line.

“You think I don’t like how all these assholes get to see the pussy I touch? The pussy I’m going to eat? The pussy I’m going to fuck? Show them. I don’t care. I live to know how jealous they are.”

She’s still quiet.

“Put the camera back on,” I instruct.

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