Page 77 of Famous Last Words
Keller: Facetime?
I don’t even respond. No time for that. Instead, I shimmy out of my sweats, kick them across the room, and, with one hand on my dick, the other holding my phone so I can see the screen, I send the Facetime request.
After a couple of rings, Fran’s face fills the screen, a coy smile tugging at her lips, but before I can say anything, I’m stopped by the unmistakable sound of buzzing in the background.
“You started without me?” I gape at her.
Her teeth rake hard over her plump bottom lip as she nods.
“Let me see.”
The screen goes black for a moment before the image of Fran’s lower body comes into view. She’s still wearing her panties, but her hand is buried underneath them, nestled between those thick thighs I love.
“Spread your legs.”
She complies, her thighs falling apart not nearly enough.
“Take off your panties,” I demand. “I wanna see.”
“What’s in it for me?” I hear her ask, her voice all soft and breathy.
I show her exactly what it’s in for her, pointing the camera at my cock and zooming in on the bead of precum glistening at the very top.
“I wanna see you stroke it.”
A low chuckle climbs my throat as I wrap my hand around the base of my cock, gripping it tight and stroking it hard and slow, unable to mask the groan that rumbles deep in my chest.
“That is so hot.” Fran sighs, and her thighs fall a little further apart.
“You gonna take off those panties, or do I have to stop?” I warn, although it’s an empty threat; if the fire alarm went off right now, I’d be stroking my dick as I evacuate the hotel.
“You’re so bossy,” she mutters.
“You fucking love it.”
I watch as she wiggles her curvy hips, and she pushes her panties down over her legs so that she’s left completely bare. Nothing but her smooth pussy and that pink vibrator buzzing in plain sight and fuck me, the damn thing isalready glistening with her arousal.
“Now what?” she asks, the toy hovering a few inches from her center.
What I wouldn’t give for the camera to be facing her cunt right now, giving me a full view of her wet pussy lips and swollen clit.
“Hold it against your clit,” I say.
She lowers the pink toy to her pussy, and I hear her whimper at the same time as her hips shift from the contact. I pump my dick a little harder.
“Keep it right there. Right on your clit.”
“It’s too intense,” she gasps, her legs twitching.
“Don’t you dare take it away, Keller,” I warn through gritted teeth.
“Oh my God, I’m going to come,” she sobs.
“No! Not until I say.”
She cries out, and I see the tell-tale sign of her orgasm start to crest by the way her thighs fall open even more.
“Take it away. Right now. Do not fucking come, Keller!”
