Page 66 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

Not much in this moment—except for it to be real and here.

A second after I send the video request, his stomach and hard cock appear on my screen. He reaches down and grasps his dick. “Jesus, you’re fucking beautiful.”

The voice distortion should be off-putting since it gives him an almost robotic sound, but right now, it’s the last thing I’m thinking about, and since I have the same feature turned on, he’s hearing me with the same alteration. Though I might be willing to have a little fun with my online friend, that doesn’t mean I’m prepared to reveal my identity. It’s one thing being INEEDSOMED, with the protection of anonymity. Being Rachel Fury isn’t an option.

I laugh and run a finger down across my breast and over my erect nipple. “You think so?”

“I do.”

Of course, he’s going to say that; he’s about to jerk off to me. Then again, if he didn’t find me attractive, we probably wouldn’t even be having this conversation because he wouldn’t be hard or interested. He would have taken one look at the screen and lost his mojo. But that certainly hasn’t happened.

His hand glides along his thick length. “Let me see you touch that beautiful cunt.”

A shudder rolls through me at his words, and I slide a finger through the wetness between my legs. He growls low and strokes his dick.

God, I’d give anything to have him right here, right now.

Truly anything.

I can’t remember the last time I was given a true and proper fucking. But watching this man, with the body of a god, stroke himself while watching me has me close to coming already.

The buzz grows between my legs, and I drag a finger back and forth through my core and up over my throbbing clit.

“Fuck.” I drop my head back as I swirl that tiny point of pleasure, but I don’t want to miss anything.

I force my eyes open and back to the screen as my breathing picks up.

His big hand slides up and down his dick slowly. “Yeah, baby, do it. Rub your clit while I stroke my cock, thinking about you. Imagining being inside your dripping cunt. Thinking about having your sweet mouth wrapped around me and coming all over you, down your throat, and inside you. Fucking you so hard and so good that you won’t walk tomorrow.”

Jesus, the man can talk a good game.

The slow burn of my impending orgasm has me shifting on the bed to give myself a better angle. I shove two fingers inside me and work my clit with my thumb. He groans and redoubles his effort. His hand pumps faster and faster, up and down, sending his abs rippling and the muscles in his forearm and biceps bulging.

Heat spreads out from my center. “I-I’m gonna come.”

Embarrassingly fast, too.

Like it’s been so pent up, it’s been sitting just below the surface, waiting to erupt at any second. It seems like that’s where I’ve been hovering ever since I discovered HRD4U’s site.

I let my head fall back, and wave after wave of pleasure courses through me, making it utterly impossible to see straight. Bright lights flash against my closed lids, and my breath catches in my throat as my orgasm fully consumes me, drawing me into that blissful state of hanging out in a hazy.

He growls then gasps. “Jesus! Fuck!”

There’s barely time for me to open my eyes before his cum shoots from his cock and up across his washboard abs.

Wow.

My chest heaves in time with his, and he sags back with a heavy sigh.

Silence blossoms between us.

What do you say after doing something like this with a total stranger?

I’ve never done the one-night stand or random hook-up thing. That isn’t really in my DNA. But I imagine this must be what it feels like right after.

What’s he thinking?

What a huge mistake this was?

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