Page 26 of Such A Filthy Girl

‘You want to watch me fuck myself to your videos?’

‘You do, don’t you? Sit up here and fuck yourself?’ Something steely filled her eyes. She pressed a foot on my computer chair, between my thighs, and pushed me backward, propelling me into the centre of the room. ‘I want to see.’

Swallowing, I undid my pants, pulling them down until my dick freed. Estella’s eyes widened at the dark ink staining the hardening flesh.

‘How have you got so many tattoos?’ she asked.

‘People will do anything if you pay them well enough.’ The way her eyes flicked over my exposed flesh made my stomach churn with excitement.

‘Strip.’ There was no question in her word. It was a demand. A demand that had me hauling my T-shirt over my head and kicking my pants off. Sitting before Estella, with nothing hiding me, left me vulnerable. I’d long imagined the moment in our years together and apart, but never had I imagined her taking control.

‘Show me how you fuck that thing while watching your sordid little clips,’ Estella said, her voice rolling over me and suffocating me with need.

Wrapping my hand around my jutting cock, I stroked it in long, smooth motions, my eyes focused on her.

‘Watch the screens,’ she demanded, walking around me, her heels clipping on the wooden floor as my breathcaught. ‘I want to see what you’ve been doing all this time up here like a perverted little freak.’

‘Why so many stars?’ Estella dragged one fingertip over the artwork inked onto my arm, following the bulges of muscle as she moved around me, trailing a path of desire with one, sharp nail.

‘It’s the night sky from the first day we met, from our houses point of view. The day my life changed.’

A flicker of a smile crossed her lips.

‘There’s only two differences,’ I said.

Her brows crumpled as she hunted my skin with her eyes. ‘Tell me.’

I used my non-occupied hand to show her the smattering over my chest. ‘This constellation doesn’t exist.’

Estella moved closer, trailing her fingers over the series of dots.

‘Why?’

‘They exist in another form in the real world.’ My dick dripped precum at her nearness. The gentle touch almost my undoing.

‘Tell me,’ she let her fingers fall, grazing them over the wet head of my cock. I choked on my words, my eyes rolling.

‘They are the freckles that cover your nose.’

My words seemed to strike her, forcing her to back away from me, sitting on the edge of my desk with the pixel images of her flashing around her exquisite face.

‘My obsession with you is endless, Estella. There’snot a depth I wouldn’t sink to just to see you for a single second. Your are my universe. My reason for existence.’

I let out a moan, my stroking becoming more ragged with every word.

‘Come for me,’ she whispered. ‘Let me see.’

Pleasure coiled deep in my pelvis. I didn’t want to spill my cum, I wanted to fuck it into her. The urge to go to her, to turn her over and pin her beneath me, filled me with unquenchable thirst, but I didn’t move.

Her eyes fixed on my dick, her mouth moving slowly.

‘What’s the other difference?’ She whispered.

‘I have starshine etched on my dick. Marking it as yours if ever you’ll have it.’

The heated look in her eyes sent me over the edge. Hot, white ropes of cum splatted on the floor between us, my groans deepening as Estella licked at her perfect pink lips.

With stuttering breath, I milked every drop out, for her, my sticky mess coating my fingers and thighs as well as the wooden floorboards.

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