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“I wish I was there too, cupcake. But keep going. Pretend your hands are my hands. How much do you ache for me? Is your pussy wet for me? Slide your pants off and tell me how wet you are.”

She drags her hand down her torso until she reaches the waistband of her pants. She flicks the button open, and they fall to the floor. Slowly, she slides her hand under the elastic band of her panties. Her hand moves up and down under the fabric.

“Van. I’m so wet for you. My finger is coated.”

“Move your panties to the side. Let me see you.”

She follows my instructions. Her fingers glide up and down her slick folds glistening with her wetness. I unbutton my pants and pull down the band of my boxer briefs and my cock springs free. A bead of pre-cum sits on the tip. I use it for lubrication as I slowly stroke myself tip to root and back up again.

“Cupcake, you got me so fucking hard.”

I point the camera down so she can watch while I stroke myself. Her gaze fixates on the way I pump myself up and down, her own strokes on her pussy increase. I fight the urge to meet her stroke for stroke because I’m not ready for this to end so quickly.

“If I was there, I would get on my knees and hike your leg over my shoulder and bury my face in your pussy. I would open you up and run my tongue up your slit, savoring the taste of your arousal. Suck on your clit and make you moan.”

“Oh God, Van. I want that. So bad.”

“I would eat you up until your legs tremble and you detonate on my tongue. I would taste your sweet arousal, sucking until I got every last drop.”

Her moans and whimpers float through the phone speaker.

“Bring your finger up to your lips, taste yourself.”

Again, she does what I say, except she takes it a step further. She brings her finger up to her mouth and instead of sucking on the digit; she paints her wetness across her bottom lip with the pad of her finger. Moisture glistens on her pretty plump lip. When she’s finished, her tongue peeks out and licks at the wetness, then she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth.

I groan. Jesus Christ. I’m trying to execute some self control, but with each passing second, it’s getting harder and harder. And something else is getting harder and harder. My grip around my cock tightens as I leisurely stroke myself. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks her finger into her mouth. I pinch my eyes shut. Fuuuck. This girl might be the death of me, but I’m not playing around anymore. My lids slowly lift, and I stare into the camera.

“Take your shirt and bra off, then grab the phone and get on the bed.”

TWENTY-THREE

FACETIME SEXY TIMES

Hollyn

I pull my finger from my mouth with a pop. His demanding voice, deep and gruff, turns me on even more. I know I’m affecting him as much as he’s affecting me. Wanting to please him, I do what he says. I grip the hem of my shirt and slowly drag it over my head. After I drop it to the floor, I thrust out my chest as I reach behind, unhooking my bra. One white strap falls down my arm, followed by the other, until my bra flutters next to my coat on the floor. Once I’m naked, I stalk toward the camera. With each footfall as I get closer, I glide my hands up, making sure Van has a good view as I cup each breast. The pads of my fingertips dig into the soft flesh. When I reach my erect nipples, I give them a pinch.

“I wish it were your hands on me right now. Touching, squeezing, and caressing. I want you licking and sucking each hard nipple into your mouth.”

“Fuck, cupcake. I want that too. I’m tempted to get in my car right now, so I can be with you. Just looking at you and how goddamn sexy you are has me rock-hard. Look at what you do to me.” He pans the camera down. His hand grips his thick cock as he slowly strokes up and down.

Lifting my phone, I bring the screen closer so I can get a better view. I backstep until my legs hit the side of my bed. While holding my phone with one hand, I use my other to grab a couple of pillows and prop them against the headboard before I crawl on top of the comforter. I never thought watching another person pleasure themselves would be so hot. Everyday, he’s teaching me something new about myself, about life. Plain and simple, he’s been everything I’ve been missing. My feelings have never been this intense with anyone else. Sure, we fight but our passion for each other always wins.

“I wish it was your hand wrapped around me. Even better, your pretty, plump lips sucking me down.” He thrusts his hips up in motion with his hand. His voice draws my attention and I go back to watching Van while he masturbates. “The tip of my cock hitting the back of your throat, swallowing me whole.” His voice is low and hoarse like he’s hanging on by a thread.

A bead of pre-cum sits on the tip of his deep red, almost purple tip. Instinctively, I lick my bottom lip, wanting it to be the head of Van’s cock. The pad of his thumb brushes over the tip and he smears the moisture down his shaft.

I glide my hand over my collarbone and over my right breast. “Van, I need you so much right now.” I arch my back as I cup my breast and pinch my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“How bad do you want me?”

“I don’t just want you, Van. I need you. I ache for you.” I continue to trail my hand down between my breast and over my stomach until I reach the apex of my thighs. Goosebumps pebble all over my heated skin. I pinch my eyes closed, imagining Van’s hand roaming my body.

“Let me see how much you need me. How wet is your pussy? Is it dripping for me?”

With hooded eyes, I watch through the small screen as Van continues to pump his cock. His strong fingers grasp the hard flesh as he strokes his fist up and down, growing faster with each stroke. When he comes, I want us to come together.

Once my hand reaches my pelvic bone, I spread my knees, opening up myself to Van. With a finger, I circle my clit before sliding down my slit. My arousal coats my finger as I spread the moisture around.

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