Page 76 of One Night Only
Emily bites down on her lip again, seemingly entranced by the way I’m touching myself.
“You like that, huh?” I smirk as a low groan reverberates at the back of my throat. “You like seeing me stroke my cock. Wishing it was your hand… your pretty little mouth.”
I roll my palm over the head, collecting the precum, but it’s not enough. Removing my hand, I lift it to my mouth and spit on it, returning to my dick and stroking it hard.
“Oh, my God,” Emily says on a gasp so soft I almost miss it.
I pick up the pace, feeling that tinge at the base of my spine, my balls aching.
“Do that again.”
I look at her face. She can’t see me. Only my dick. But I can see her, and I can tell by the slight drop of her eyelids, the way her lips part just enough to make way for her quickening breaths, she’s into it.
“Do what, baby?” I rasp. “Remember, Goldie, use your words.”
“Spit. Again,” she almost pants. “I wanna see.”
I bite back my smirk, flipping the camera so I can meet her eyes, staring into her heady gaze as I lift my hand again and spitinto my palm. Her mouth falls open, chest heaving with heavy breaths, and I flash her knowing wink, flipping the camera back around so she can watch live as I enclose around my cock again and start fucking my fist, the wetness of my saliva and my precum now amplified with every stroke.
“Why is that so hot…” Emily whispers under her breath, and I’m sure she isn’t expecting an answer, but I decide to give her one anyway.
“Because deep down, baby,” I manage through a grunt, “you’re secretly a dirty girl who likes it a little bit filthy.” I groan when my balls tighten, and I’m forced to squeeze the base because I don’t want to come right now. I want Emily to join in. “Are you wet, baby girl?”
I can see through the screen, Emily shifts, and when her eyelashes flutter, her eyes closing, I know she’s touching herself.
“Talk to me, Goldie,” I urge her, my tone a little warning. “Tell me everything.”
“Yes.” She sighs. “I’m so wet…”
“Fuuuuuck…” I whimper shamelessly, going back to stroking my dick. “I wish I was there. I’d bury my face between those perfect thighs and lap up every last drop.”
Emily stifles a moan, and my God she looks beautiful like this—eyes still closed, an adorable crease burrowing between her eyebrows, teeth digging into her bottom lip so hard it almost looks painful.
“What are you doing, baby?” I prompt her, knowing she’s probably never done this before. “Tell me what you’re doing. How do you feel?”
“I’m dragging my middle finger up and down my slit,” she says on a shuddered breath. “Teasing my clit and trailing it back down, circling my entrance and collecting more wetness.”
Chrissake, I was not expecting that detail but I’m fucking here for it.
“Good girl,” I drawl, knowing she loves the praise. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby.”
She sucks in a gasp, and I’m forced to close my eyes tight, breathe a little slower, because between her words and those sounds, I am hanging on by a thread.
“I want you to take your middle finger, and slowly edge it into that tight little hole,” I say.
I’m met with a strangled moan, and I know she’s not only doing as I say, but she’s fucking loving it.
“Now, add your ring finger, and fuck that pretty cunt, Goldie. Imagine it’s me.”
“Oh, my God, I’m so wet, Dallas; it’s actually dribbling out of me.”
“I know, baby.” I grip the base of my cock again, my jaw clenching painfully. “You’re my perfect, messy girl.”
“I wish you were here,” Emily manages through a panting breath.
“Oh, yeah?” I start fucking my fist again with earnest, staring at her beautiful face all flushed, small wrinkles twisting her forehead as she closes in on her climax. “What would we be doing if I were there, Goldie?”
“You’d be fucking me with your fingers, sucking on my clit,” she moans, her head falling back against the pillow, the column of her throat begging for my lips. “You’d do that thing that you do, where you reach that spot… the spot no one has ever found before… and you’d rub it in that way that makes my stomach clench.”
