Page 52 of Waiting Game

Rog43: STFU

A few clicks later, I hit ‘report’ on his username and I’m totally understanding why an impressionable kid like Callan wants to run away with Mia. Not because she’s hot, but because he wants to save her from these fucking ASSHOLES.

Except, thankfully, Rog43 gets kicked out of the chat.

Then I’m left with HydraRoolz.

HydraRoolz: You’re so beautiful, baby. I wanna see you come.

His praise rubs me the wrong way too.

Goddammit.

“Thank you, sweetie,” Mia croons, making me crack my neck.

This is so fucking wrong. I hate that she’s saying this shit to other guys.

Goddammit to hell.

That’s when I see a couple more of her tats which were hidden to me in the darkness of the night.

There’s one on her belly—another cat outline, but this time, the cat’s standing on his back legs as it paws at a small, inked star.

Low on her other hip, she has a more playful one—two cats curved together, head to tail, one black and one white in a parody of the yin-yang symbol.

An obsession with cats shouldn’t be a check in the positive column, especially after what she did to Gracie, but fuck if I don’t love that about her.

HydraRoolz: Let me see your tits.

She shoves them together.

HydraRoolz: Titty fuck the dildo.

I scowl at his crass demands.

Sliding off the bed, she sets the monster cock on the table in front of the camera, letting the suction pads on the base do their job then wrapping her glorious tits around the toy.

HydraRoolz: Shit, I gtg. Stay beautiful xoxo

Suddenly, I’m all alone in the chat. For the moment, at least. And that changes everything.

As she starts to jack it off, she moans as if this is doing it for her.

I know it isn’t.

At least, my brain does.

Little brain in Cole Jr. doesn’t fucking care.

All I can think is how deep my regret is that I didn’t do this last night.

That I didn’t dothisbefore I found out how she betrayed Gracie.

Not even thoughts of that are enough to get me to stop doing what I’m doing, though—I unfasten my zipper and release my cock from the prison of my fly.

“It’s just you and me,CalKor. I know you love seeing me like this.”

Shuddering, I rub pre-cum over the tip of my cock and start to roll it down my length.

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