Page 77 of One Night Only
“You want me to tell you how to reach it?” I croak. “Show you how to make that pretty pussy gush?”
“Ohmygod, yes…” Emily whimpers. “Please…”
I take a second to steel myself because the sound of her begging almost sends me over the edge.
“Slide those two fingers in at least a couple of inches until you feel a fleshy part that almost feels bumpy,” I instruct as best as I can when my balls are about to explode.
“I think… Oh, I feel it!” Emily gasps.
“Good girl. You found your G spot, Goldie.” I smile. “I wantyou to curl your fingers, but you’re gonna need your other hand for this. Can you place your phone on the nightstand so I can still watch you because fuck me, baby, this is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
The screen flickers, but then it adjusts to the perfect view of Emily lying there against her pillows, chest heaving, tank top pulled up slightly to reveal her flat tummy constricting with her heavy breaths, hand buried beneath those tiny shorts.
“There’s my good girl.”
She turns her head, watching me on her screen as I continue stroking my dick.
“Now, with your other hand, I want you to press down, right over that smooth pussy mound, and with your curled fingers inside, I want you to do this—” I let go of my dick to show her with my own hand, curling my two middle fingers and pulsing them fast. “Tap them against your G spot, and don’t fucking stop. Even when it feels like it’s too much. Don’t. Stop. Put some pressure on it.”
“Oh,” Emily whimpers, her body convulsing, back arching up off the bed. “Shit, yes!”
“That’s it, baby. Keep going. You can even put pressure on your clit with your other hand.”
“Fuck!” Emily hisses, and she turns her head again, biting her pillow between her teeth in an attempt to muffle her own sounds.
“Look at you,” I groan. “You look so fucking hot, baby. Keep tapping that G-spot. Don’t fucking stop. Can you feel the pressure?”
“Mmhmm,” she nods, biting down on the pillow.
“Keep going, baby, you’re doing such a good job,” I hiss through my teeth, feeling my balls tighten, my release imminent. “You’re so fucking sexy, Goldie. I’m about to come just watching you.”
She moans again, and I see her thighs fall open even more.
“That’s it, be a good girl and make that pussy gush for me, baby.” I grunt. “I wanna see a fucking waterfall.”
She arches off the bed again, and when her mouth falls open on a silent cry, her stomach tensing, I know she’s there.
“Come for me, Goldie,” I utter. “You be a good girl and come for me right fucking now.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” she whimpers, sucking in a breath, and then suddenly I see her body convulse, legs quaking, knees shaking.
“I’m doing it!” She gasps, stifling her own groan. “Oh, I’m coming. Ohmyfuckinggod Dallas!”
My cock is harder than it’s ever been, and watching her fall over the edge while saying my name is all it takes. I grip my dick fiercely, pumping it once, twice, three times before coming with a low grown, shooting hot ropes of cum all over my hand, my thighs, my stomach in spurts that won’t let up, my orgasm relentless as it tears through me.
It takes a few moments for me to come to, collecting myself enough to realize where I am and what year it is. Grabbing the towel, I clean up my mess, glancing at the screen to see Emily. Her hair’s a mess, eyes dazed, lips swollen, and cheeks pink, the afterglow of her orgasm casting a halo around her.
When I remember she’s still looking at my deflating dick, I quickly flip the camera around so she can see my face, and she picks up her phone, bringing it closer, her lips curling up in a shy smile.
“You did so good, baby,” I rasp. “Did you make a mess like me?”
She nods, clamping down on her bottom lip to stifle her smile, and I groan at the image in my mind. But then she one ups me and flips her camera so I can see her bottom half again. She moves in closer, and when I see the soaked wet spot on her shorts that’s seeped onto her inner thighs, my dick jolts to life again.
“Holy shit, Goldie,” I utter, in awe of what I’m seeing. “Look at my perfect, messy girl.”
Her camera flips, and I see her smile as she contains a giggle that is music to my fucking ears.
“I need to go shower,” she says, adding quickly, “Again.”
