Page 55 of Beautiful Beast

But sex is supposed to be about physical touch, and doing things virtually, especially the first time, was most definitely not my plan. I’ve experienced her mouth and it’s worth waiting to have it again.

“I’ve never seen a guy jerk off before,” Belle says.

“Seriously?” I ask, reminding myself of her age and limited experience. “We should really wait until we’re together, princess.”

But she shakes her head. “Show me your dick. Right now.”

I chuckle but agree to follow her orders, and she rewards me by taking her bra off. A more glorious set of tits doesn’t exist, of that I am completely certain.

They’re at least three handfuls – and I have big hands – pert, perky, and swaying with her every movement.

Sharing intimacy with her in any form will just have to be enough until I’m home.

I unbutton my white dress shirt so she can see my chest, unzip my work slacks, and then free my hard cock from my boxer briefs, leaning forward to make sure that she can watch what she asked for.

Her eyes widen and her lips part, making me wish that I could reach forward and take her mouth while massaging her breasts and grinding my cock into her.

“How big is that thing?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” I lie.

“You do so. No doubt you’ve stuck a ruler next to it.”

Maybe, but I’ll never admit it.

“Guess you’ll have to check for yourself to be sure.”

“Tell me how you’ll make me come when you get home,” she says.

“Don’t touch your pussy until I say,” I warn.

“Okay,” she whispers.

I spit on my hand and bring it down to my cock, stroking it hard but slow. Tingles shoot from the base to the tip, and I have to admit that Belle is a genius.

This release is exactly what I need after a long, stressful day, and having her be part of it is so much hotter.

Ending my day with her – even on a screen – really makes everything better. I have no idea how our lives became intertwined so quickly, but I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

“I’m going to take my time making you come with every part of my body,” I tell her, continuing the slow drags of my hand. “I want you to show me exactly what my cock has been missing out on when I fuck you with my fingers. I want that tight cunt squeezing me and trying to suck me in deeper while you ride out the aftershocks of one screaming orgasm after another.”

I’ve wanted this girl since the first moment I saw her, and my cock is already twitching, desperate for the fast, vibrating pressure that will take me over the edge.

“Fucking my fist thinking about you has been a constant since I first saw you, princess. And now you’re watching me do it, and it’s so fucking sexy.”

I can’t help the groan that escapes when I tease myself with the exact stroke and friction I’m craving and then pull back and work my dick slow and steady again.

A whimper escapes Belle’s pretty lips. “I amsowet,” she moans. “I can feel it pooling in my thong and dripping down my thighs.”

Just from watching and listening to me.

This girl was fucking made for me.

“Tell me what you want,” I order.

“I want your mouth between my legs,” she says without hesitation, but her cheeks flush even though all of these virtual proceedings were her idea.

“Have you ever come like that?” I manage as an especially good stroke makes my hips thrust.

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