Page 108 of Perfect Alpha

“Victory,” I hiss.

“Put me on speakerphone, and check your text messages.”

When the series of pictures load, my jaw clenches painfully, and I’m fully hard in seconds. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The first picture is of her lying on a pillow biting her lip with her gorgeous hair splayed out. The next is of her bare breasts that I want to come all over, and the last is a close-up of her pretty little pussy, her fingers holding it open and revealing the shine of wetness.

“Squeeze that big cock for me.”

“Ah, fuck.” I glide my hand down my chest and wrap a fist around my dick, already so hard and aching. “I wish you were here right now.”

“Soon,” she promises. “Shut up and get naked.” I grin at her playfulness and obediently pull my boxer briefs off. “How much pre-cum is there?”

“Mmm, let me check.” Rubbing the head of my cock between my thumb and index finger feels so good, I groan. “It’s nice and wet. Rub circles around that clit for me, baby.”

“I love your sounds,” she breathes. “Let me make a video for you.”

She knows how visual I am, and how much I love to watch. My breath comes out in a gasp. “Video call,” I demand, slowly stroking up my length.

“I can’t decide if I want to see your face when you lose it or watch cum shoot out of that big, hard dick,” she muses.

“Fuck,” I curse, having to take my hand off my cock to open the stupid app. “Lean your phone against something. I want the camera right between your legs.”

Victory’s flushed face fills my screen. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

She complies, and the screen wobbles for a second before the view stabilizes. “Do you want me to get my vibrator?”

“I want you to throw your vibrator out,” I complain. “I want to own your orgasms and be the only one who makes you come, angel. Spread those legs for me.”

Her legs fall open and I groan, my hand instantly back on my cock. She spreads her pussy open, and the index finger of her free hand circles her clit.

“I want your tongue,” she moans.

My eyes are glued to the screen while I slowly stroke the top few inches of my dick, my breathing getting heavier as the pressure builds and makes my balls ache.

“No one makes me feel how you do,” Victory moans.

She gasps when she slides a finger inside herself. Imagining that snug, silky wetness wrapped around my dick has me stroking a bit faster. I fight against the urge to close my eyes, not wanting to miss a fucking thing.

“I want your nails raking down my chest when I slide my cock inside you,” I rasp. “I want you biting my shoulder when we’re both about to lose it. I love when you tilt your hips up and dig your heels into my ass, pulling me deeper. You make me fuck you so hard I lose my damn mind, and can’t think past my next thrust.”

Her muscles twitch while she works her clit, and I love holding those restless legs and forcing her to absorb every sensation.

“Tell me what you’re doing to your cock.”

“Mmm, stroking it nice and slow,” I tell her. “Squeezing harder at the top,ah, fuck. It’s good, but not half as good as that sexy mouth. I love all the things you do to me. I love when you’re wild and raw, and I love when you’re my little slut.”

She shows me how wet her hand is from her pussy, and then uses it to rub her nipples.

“I want to do everything with you,” she whimpers. “Everything you’ve ever wanted, anything you crave, no matter how filthy, I want to be that for you.”

“Please don’t give up on me,” I whisper.

“Never,” she vows. “And don’t come until I say.”

“I won’t,” I reply, through gritted teeth. “I’m pulling back when I get close and torturing myself because I know you love it. The head of my dick aches so fucking bad, and you look so fucking sexy, oh, my God.Fuck.”

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