Page 94 of Untether

He shimmies out of them and his cock pops out. He’s fully hard and fucking gorgeous. I am one lucky woman. I lie there and enjoy the view as he dances around the room, singing about motivation and reputation, turning so he can wiggle his ass at the camera.

And it is a very fine ass.

When he turns back to me, he has his dick in his hand. He comes toward the screen, which seems to be at perfect dick height, and grabs some more oil from the bottle before smoothing it liberally over his length. His crown is gleaming, and I involuntarily run my tongue over my bottom lip, which is my tic for most emotions from fascination to arousal.

‘When you lick your lips like that, baby, it makes me even harder,’ he tells me. The song begins again—he must have put it on repeat—but he turns the sound down.

‘I wish I was there,’ I confess. I really do. It’s odd. I haven’t known Cal long, but he knows exactly how to bring me down from wherever I’m spiralling to. He knows how to get me out of my head. Case in point: this little stripperroutine. I could really use the comfort of his body and his hugs and his touch right now.

I could also really use his gorgeous dick in my mouth.

‘If you were here,’ he rasps, backing away from the camera so I can see him more fully, ‘I’d have you on your knees so fucking fast, and I’d shove my cock past those fucking ridiculous lips of yours so hard you’d choke on me.’

‘I want that,’ I tell him, shifting in my bed and rubbing my thighs together. Beneath my loosely fastened robe, my body is heating.

‘I bet you do, you filthy girl,’ he says. ‘You like it when I choke you with my dick, don’t you?’

‘Yes.’

‘Show me your tits.’

I tug my robe open and slide it off my shoulders. His teeth catch on his lower lip as he takes me in, and I have the strongest desire to run my mouth all over his body. To snag that lower lip between my own teeth before sinking to my knees to take him in my mouth.

He’s so, so hard. I’m actually jealous of his hand as it works his length. The amount of baby oil he’s employed has it moving easily over his stiff column of flesh.

‘Like what you see?’ I ask, sinking back against my pillows.

‘I like it so much I’m going to pretend I’m coming all over those gorgeous tits. Stay like that, sweetheart—actually, cup them for me.’

He steps forward again, crowding the camera so all I get on screen is his big hand working his giant dick for me with even, hypnotic thrusts.

Scratch the Chippendales. This guy would kill it on Only Fans. I can’t believe this performance is just for me. The way his engorged crown is pulsating, leaking ispositively pornographic. I lean forward, wineglass back in hand, because this beatsThe Crownhands down. Jesus fuck is the sight of Cal jerking himself off mesmerising.

He begins to moan, and it’s so male and unrestrained that it gets me all kinds of hot.

‘Show me,’ I say. ‘Show me how much you wish I was there on my knees for you. Pretend it’s my mouth taking you.’

‘Jesus, sweetheart,’ he groans. His hand works faster, a blur of hungry jerks. I tilt my head to one side and watch in fascination.

Then there’s the pained intake of breath through his teeth, and in the split second that follows, I don’t really process what’s happening until the screen goes whitish at the same time as I hear a wetsplat.

Did he—?

Another anguished noise from him, and the screen goes even whiter. I can’t see a thing.

Oh my fucking God. I think he just came all over his phone.

I can’t help it. I lose my actual shit. The laughs burst out of me and I quickly set my wineglass back on the nightstand, because I’m definitely going to spill it otherwise.

‘Fuck,’ he says, the hunger in his voice turning to panic, and I begin to howl. I collapse forward on my bed, smacking my hand hard on the comforter.

‘Oh my God,’ I gasp. ‘Did you just shoot all over your phone?’

‘Yeah—shit, hang on…’

My forehead hits the comforter, because this is the best thingeverand actual tears are coming out of my eyes. I’m laughing so hard in this position my abdominal muscles are screaming, but I can’t stop.

There’s a scrabbling noise, and I look up in time to see something dark passing over the camera. I can make Cal out now, blurry and indistinct courtesy of a layer of remaining cum-smear. Jesus Christ. I will never get over this.

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