Page 18 of Matched with my Alien Boss
“Hell yes, it does,” he breathed and then, his camera came on and I was looking at his hard cock, large fist gripping his knot tightly.
“Oh god,” I groaned, stroking faster. “You're so fucking sexy. Iknewit!”
He chuckled darkly.
“Not as sexy as you.”
“I want to suck you,” I moaned, and his breathing was coming in harder now, soft gasps filling my living room.
“Yeah?” he asked.
I moaned because I couldn't speak for a minute. His hand gliding over his cock was stunning and sexy and he was doing it for me.
My balls tightened and I bit into my lip, trying to stop myself from coming too soon, but it was too hot.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Going to?—”
He groaned in response, pumping his cock faster, his hand tight over the engorged flesh. My ass would be tighter, I'd love to have him inside me, choking his dick with my hole until he couldn't take it anymore and came ribbons inside me.
With that image in mind, his heady moans and gasps and the sight of what he was doing, I went over the edge, shaking as come spurted from my tip, covering my shirt and my hand as I gasped and groaned.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his hand going faster.
“I want to see your face while you come,” I gasped, stroking the last drops from my tip as he came to the edge.
He made a distressed noise but didn't turn the camera around.
“Come on, I want to see you come baby,” I whispered. “I can do it first if it makes you feel better. See?”
I hit the button on my phone so that he could see my face.
“Oh god,” he gasped. “You're so fucking beautiful.”
Pleasure spread through me.
“Let me see you,” I cajoled.
His hips jerked and thick white strips of come shot out of him while he grunted and then moaned, his fist slowing and then gripping his knot while he finished. Though it was hot enough that I didn't really mind, I was still a little bit disappointed that he didn't turn the camera around.
“So hot,” I whispered when he finally sagged.
A silence stretched on while we caught our breath, but then I couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer.
“You don't really want me to know you for real, do you?” I asked.
He was stilled and was silent for a moment.
“That's not it, Clay.”
“Then why don't you turn the camera around and talk to me face-to-face?”
There was an even longer silence and I was left with my face on the screen looking at his wet, spent cock, as it softened.
“That's what I thought,” I said, disappointed. “Are you married, or something? A political figure? Do you have the headof a bullfrog? Because I'll be honest, that last onemightbe a deal-breaker for me.”
He chuckled again, that sexy, breathy sound that made my cock twitch with renewed interest.
“It's none of those reasons, but Idohave a reason. One that I'm going to explain to you in person. Face-to-face, just like you want.”
