Page 17 of Beg for It
My phone buzzes, but I ignore it, lost to the obsession.
A few minutes later, it buzzes again.
And then again.
I catch my switchblade mid-flick and stab it into the branch between my legs before pulling the damn device out. I swear, if Felix is—
BlairFlaircommented: is it bad I watch this when I can’t sleep?
BlairFlaircommented: I need to stop falling for unattainable strangers
BlairFlaircommented: Those hands. Those veinsss
BlairFlaircommented: hear me out…
Fuck me.
She is scrolling through my videos, right now, as I watch her.
My dick twitches and I groan, leaning my head against the trunk. The thought of her in there, panting over my videos…
The light shifts in her room. Blair readjusts her grip on the phone, switching hands. Her now free hand cups her breast and squeezes before trailing down her abdomen.
Oh, fuck.
A hidden grin spreads beneath my mask.
Is my girl about to do what I think she’s going to do?
The tips of her fingers toy with the hem of her panties before they dip under the fabric. Lower. Lower. Lower. Aaaand there. Two fingers stroke a smooth line up that delicate pussy, and she draws her bottom lip between her teeth.
My cock goes stiff in my pants, and I have to reach down and readjust. The moment my hands are on my dick, I can’t resist rolling a thumb over the beading precum gathered at the tip. Theslick wetness swirls over my heavy head, and my balls tighten with the sensation.
God fucking damn this girl.
Her fingers have picked up their pace, curling again and again inside that sweet heat. I’m half tempted to jump through the window and rip off the fabric so I can get a clear view. Fuck the glass, the pain would be worth it.
Her brows are furrowed, and her eyes close ever so briefly as she releases her bottom lip and forms an aching O with her plush mouth. The grip on her phone tightens as she looks back down at it, her chest lifting in rapid movements to keep up with her growing pace.
I want to know which video she’s watching, what I’m doing on that screen that has her going so crazy.
Fuuuuck.
My hand is wrapped around my thick length, pumping in rhythm to Blair’s movements. If I shut out everything around me…it’s almost as though it’s her pussy squeezing my cock and my cock that is causing her to make those expressions.
Blair suddenly flips onto her back, lifting her hips and tearing off her underwear. Her slick pussy glistens under the moonlight, the sheer want evident and dripping.
Dripping for me.
Fuuuuck.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen her like this, seen her so unraveled and raw. It’s an effort just to keep myself from shooting my load right now.
She rips open the drawer on her nightstand, hand rummaging around until she pulls out a little round, yellow device. The moment she presses the object to her clit, her hips buck off the mattress, and her phone falls from her grip as she places her hand around her neck and squeezes.
I start pumping harder, squeezing the base of my cock with each stroke and tormenting myself as Blair writhes with silent moans.
Fuck.
