Page 142 of Skate the Line

“Mm-hmm.”

I grip the sheets.

“Let’s try this again.” A hot swallow works down my throat. “Were you thinking about last night, or are you still going to lie and say you weren’t?”

“I was.”

I smile at her quick answer.

“What exactly were you thinking?”

“I was thinking about your mouth.” I almost don’t hear her with how lustful her voice is. It’s low and fluttery. It does nothing but make things worse for me.

I grab my phone and press video.

“Answer.”

I hear her breathing pick up pace, but surprisingly, she answers.

The moment her face appears in the frame, I lose all train of thought. Pretty pink cheeks, doe-like eyes, plump bottom lip that is likely swollen from her teeth sinking into the soft flesh.

“Let me see you.”

She plays coy. “You do see me.”

I narrow my eyes. “All of you.”

Her throat bobs. She slowly pans the phone down, putting it at an angle that gives me the best visual.

I regret not giving her breasts attention last night when I had her in the palm of my hand. Perfect, rose-colored perky nipples catch my eye before she slants the phone even more, giving way to her flat stomach and open legs.

“Moy.”Mine.

Her breathy gasp catches my ear.

Did she understand me? If so, I hope it doesn’t scare her off.

Her face comes back into view, and as if I predicted it, her white teeth sink into her lip—the same lip that I want to sink my own teeth into. Her eyes are glossy with need, and Iswearshe’s begging me to continue this little game.

“Don’t move the phone, but switch the frame around.”

She hesitates.

“Like this.”

Keeping the phone on my chest so I can still see her, I switch the frame so instead of seeing my face, she’s now looking at my hand inside my sweats.

Her hot little gasp pairs nicely with the widening of her eyes. Those pretty lips part when I start rubbing myself.

“I watch you. You watch me.”

Before she can rethink it, she does what I say. The phone remains steady, but the frame switches. I’m looking at her bare legs and sweet pussy.

“Are you wet?” I ask, knowing damn well that she is.

My teeth grind together when her hand comes into view. She slips it in between her legs, and I might die.

“Mm-hmm.”

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