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That's so hot.
You look so big. I want to see it.
Is that right now? From my picture?
Take it out.
“Uh...” I stared at the incoming messages, getting hotter with each one, cock straining harder from the appreciation.
Hand shaking, I reached over and flicked off my light then pulled my cock free. It stood at attention, eager to be touched. Biting my lip, I gave it a few long strokes before pointing my camera at it. Could you see the green in this lighting? I tilted my head, trying to decide. My cock was darker than the rest of me to begin with. It almost looked like shadowing making the color look different.
For a moment, my thin, forked tail whipped anxiously. That didn't happen often. Normally I was in control.
Swallowing, I forced it out of the picture before snapping it and pressing send with a hope and a prayer.
If he figured it out now, so be it, but after this, there was no going back. I would have to tell him tomorrow.
My tail began to whip anxiously again while I waited for a response.
Chapter Seven
CLAY
“Holy fuck,” I breathed, staring at the picture.
I reached down, gripping my cock, mesmerized for a minute before sagging with a moan and starting to stroke myself.
His cock was fucking gorgeous. I was pretty sure it was blue, or maybe gray with not a fang in sight. It was long and girthy with what appeared to be a knot.
“Oh yeah,” I gasped. “I could definitely go for that.”
My mouth was practically watering before I realized that I hadn't replied and had no intention of doing so one-handed.
Swallowing, I remembered the conversation I'd overheard today about taking the bull by the horns, so to speak. It had been from my company owners of all people and had opened my eyes to how they weren't just work machines as I'd previously thought, but that was a revelation for a different time.
before I had time to second guess myself, I hit the call button. If Sal was any bit as interested in me as I was in him, he would answer.
The line rang twice and then he picked up.
My heart rate picked up and I gasped.
“You picked up.”
A deep, sexy chuckle set my blood on fire.
“Couldn't resist,” he said.
He was speaking quietly, almost at a whisper, but I didn't care. I was actually talking to him. And he had told me his name and sent me pictures when I asked for them. I felt like dancing.
“Did you like the picture?” he asked.
I swallowed, wondering if I should take it up one more level.
Then, thought fuck it and hit the video call button.
He accepted and I was given the satisfaction of hearing the way his breath hitched on the phone when he saw my hand on my cock, stroking the length.
“Does this answer your question?” I asked, quoting his earlier message.
