Page 87 of Queen Of Dark Money

Myballs ached asIstroked myself harder and faster, the sudden urge to spank her for the comment rising like a tidal wave inside me.

Ifonly she knew.

Shedelivered a slap to the side of her ass to punctuate it and moaned again for the camera.Ifelt like my balls might burst, soIsent her another message, hoping she’d take it as a challenge.Iwanted this to be more than just a back-and-forth over the phone.Ineeded this to be real so bad.Ithad been so long sinceI’dlet a woman in, sinceI’dhad one in my bed, and with the way things were progressing, the little bit of self-controlIhad remaining might slip away before the night was over ifIwasn’t careful.

Wakehim up.Ibet he'd like it.

Shesettled into the center of the bed and rolled onto her back, her panties soaked already,I’dbet.Herhands slipped down that beautiful body, cupping each breast, then moved further south, dancing over the soft curve of her stomach, dipping into the dimples of her hips.Whenshe spread her legs and tugged the wet lace to the side, giving me a flash of the pink, shaved flesh hiding just out of reach,Igroaned and let my headfall back asIcame all over my fucking hand.Shesank a single digit into her waiting heat, dragging it out to display the slick arousal clinging to the tip, and like a fucking steel rod,Iwas hard again.

"I'mso wet,"Kenziemoaned as she brought that finger to her mouth, licking the slick off it and dragging the now-wet tip of it across those perky nipples. "Fuck,Iwish you were here with me, so you could taste me."

Ihad to keep her talking.Ineeded to vent this pent-up dominance roiling inside me beforeIfaced her again, but the train was running off the tracks, and ifIdidn’t stop it soon, there would be no stopping it.

You like to be punished?

I see you watching for me, sweetheart. Why don’t you get back on that bed and please yourself like a good girl?

Myfingers moved a mile a minute, typing out all the fantasiesIhad that would never reach her ears in real life.I’dnever speak them aloud, but in here, in this virtual interaction, in the chat, they were nothing more than the ramblings of a horny man she’d never meet.

Likethe perfect little subIsuspected her to be, she angled the camera down and slid two fingers over the crease of her folds, the fabric thong gathering wetness asIwatched her tease me.

Shebegan to finger fuck herself on my spare bedsheets, baring a nipple for the whole livestream to witness.Igroaned and gripped myself again as she picked up the phone with her free hand, the camera getting closer to that gorgeous little pussy of hers, her arousal, her slickness, making me want to come all over again. “Fuck,” she moaned, “it’s not enough.Wishyou werehere.Needa big cock to fill me.Ifeel so empty, boys.You’renot going to make me finish all alone, are you?”

Shewas a temptress and she knew it, spreading her hole wide for us to see, the slick dangling between her fingers, her smile lopsided as she made those sexy sounds that drove men like me crazy.Fora brief moment,Iforgot all the reasons why this was a bad idea, and my fingers flew to the chat box again, my cock abandoned in my lap.

“Comeon, boys.Youcan’t let a girl come alone.I’mgonna add a finger, andIwant you to grab those cocks and dream of what it’s like to fuck me.”

You’re such a dirty girl, fucking yourself on some strange man’s sheets. I hope he catches you.

I bet you’d like it if he fucked you on camera for all your fuckboys to see

God I wanna be inside your pretty cunt so bad

Tell me how bad you want it, sweetheart. How bad do you want some cock?

Isaw the moment she read my messages, andIgrinned right alongside her as her eyes flicked across the screen, her fingers still buried in her cunt.

Mybrain short-circuited then, all the rational thinking abandoning me asIrose from the chair, stuffed myself back in my pants, and damn near kicked the door open in my haste.

Icouldn’t do this anymore.

Icouldn’t deny myself when she was just across the hall, that pretty body of hers all wound up with no one to help her out.Sheneeded a man, andI’dbe damned ifIdenied her and myself for a second fucking longer.

ThankfuckIstopped myself beforeIjust barged right in.

TheknockIlaid on her door echoed down the hall, ominous and threatening in the silence but full of promise.Whenshe didn’t answer,Iknocked again, this time with my lips nearly against the door.Igrowled a warning to herIknew she could hear.

“Iknow you’re awake.Openthe door, sweetheart.”

Igave her a chance to comply, really,Idid.Icounted to ten, and whenIheard that sweet sound of release,Ilost it.

Withbarely any effort,Ibusted right through the lock to find her still lying there in the center of the bed, fingers still in her cunt, legs spread, pussy bared to my gaze, her eyes on mine, daring me to look.

SolookIfucking did.

Jesus,Mary, andJoseph, she was fucking heart-stopping.

Thepart of me that was a reasonable man left the fucking building, taking flight to make room for feralDominick.Theside of me that very few people ever got the misfortune to see.Hereyes widened asIstalked toward the bed, loosening my tie asIfucking went, harder than a rock and so ready to sink myself into the first cuntI’ddesired in years.

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