Page 30 of Let's Get Naughty 2

“Of course.”

“Get it.”

“Okay. Give me a sec.” I use my headset when watching a movie on my phone, so I head into my bedroom where I left it last night and grab it off my nightstand. Then I head back to my computer, and I put it on. I see Kris is also wearing a pair now.

“Now what?” I ask.

“Are you alone?”

I glance down to where Jinx is asleep on the floor next to a pillow I laid there for him. “Just me and my new cat.”

“Good. Now, I want you to take off your pants.”

“What?” Not that I won’t, but he sure hopped on the bus quickly.

“I’m sorry. Am I going too fast?”

“Not at all.” I eagerly tuck my hands into the waist of my leggings and push them down over my hips and legs. I step free and kick them aside. I add my underwear, since I hope that will be his next request. When I sit again and glance back at the computer screen, I see he’s smiling and looking much more confident. “Now what?”

“I would like you to tip your camera down. Oh crap, I didn’t ask if you have a separate camera or if you’re using the one built into your computer.” A look of disappointment crosses his handsome face.

“Don’t worry, I’m using my personal monitor and I have a separate camera.” I reach up to tip it toward my dining room table I’m using as my office.

“More. I want it angled so I can see your crotch.”

Okay then. I play around until I find the correct angle, and then, for good measure, and to make sure he sees everything he wants, I adjust my chair and scoot my butt forward to the edge. I lift my legs to rest my feet on the table. Thank God I live alone. Not the most comfortable position, but I’m about to give Kris a show.

“Perfect. And beautiful.” His voice is low and husky, sexy in my ears.

I close my eyes.

“Take two fingers and touch yourself, Joy. Run your fingers along those lips.”

I do as he asks, and I realize before he even instructs me further that I’m already wet.

“Slip one between your folds.”

It slips inside easily. I run it up and down the length. I even add a second finger.

“Find your hole, Joy. Find it and dip those fingers inside.”

I’m so wet.

“Fuck yourself, slowly.”

I do. I pull my fingers out and then plunge them back in.

“I can hear how wet you are. Oh fuck. I wish I were there.”

I know he can’t see my face, but he can hear me. “What would you do, Kris? If you were in my kitchen while I finger myself?”

He groans. “I’d suck on that sweet pussy. I’d lick that hard clit.”

I shiver.

“Faster, Joy.”

I increase the pace.

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