Page 88 of True Sight
“Only if you say please,” I tease, enjoying being in control for once.
“Please,” he begs and I can see how his fingers grip himself a little tighter as he does. His cock is hard and engorged and I know it won’t take him long of watching me get myself off before he reaches his finish.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper into the phone before flipping my camera around.
“Jesus,fuck.” A grunt escapes his lips when he sees how I play with myself. “Who told you you were allowed to be so fucking beautiful?”
“And who told you you were allowed to be so needy? I tried to be good for you before I left but you said no.”
“I was trying to get you on a plane, remember?”
“Next time I offer to get on my knees for you, you say yes. Got it?” My skin is hot as I continue to rub myself off.
“Yes, yes, whatever. I wish you were on your knees for me right now.” He groans, his hand moving quicker as he speaks.
“Is that what you need? You need me to take your hard cock in my mouth and deep throat you? To have you fuck my face like a good boy?” I throw everything I know he likes at him as I watch him get closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes, yes…” His whimpered cries are muffled through the phone.
“When I get home, you’re going to spread me wider than you ever have. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t see straight for days and I forget my own name.”
“God–fuck–yes…”
“Because I’m your little slut, your play thing. I promise to be a good boy and do whatever you want me to if you do one thing for me.”
“Anything, anything for you.” He is nearly begging at this point and I’m ready to set off the bomb that is ticking inside of him.
“Come for me, Daddy.”
Four words and he’s done. Four words and I’m done. And because our cameras were putting on an X-rated show for the other, we both know we’ve reached our peak. Watching Conrad finish at just my words and the touch of his hand is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. He’s hard and fast and my body wants nothing more than for him to have finished inside of me instead of his hand. He takes a moment to catch his breath before turning his camera to face him again and I do the same.
“Holy shit,” he pants.
“You said it,” I say back.
“Hurry up and come home, please.”
“You’re only saying that because I just made you come,” I tease with a smirk.
“No, I’m saying that because I miss you and I want you here, right next to me in bed.”
“I’ll be home the day after next. I promise.”
“I can’t wait to have you back.”
“Two days,” I offer.
“Two days,” he repeats.
The wedding was perfect. Ellie and Jordan are simply perfection.
I’m glad it went well. I hope our little virtual rendezvous last night didn’t make you too tired for any of today’s festivities.
Not at all, love. Actually, it’s only made me more excited and energized to get home tomorrow. My body is already craving for more but this time I want some actual face time with you, not just the digital kind.
I think I can make that happen. Pick you up at the airport?
I would love that.
