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As I contemplate a response to match her wit, Olivia's name and a FaceTime invitation flash across the screen.Fuck me.Her full tits stare back, barely visible in her dark room.
“Okay, I am officially open for negotiations”
I watch her pupils dilate in excitement as a sultry smile spreads over her face, as beautiful and enigmatic as the night sky.
"What’s your price?" she purrs across the screen. I consider Mia's words from earlier. How different was Olivia from the time she moved in to the time she entered my classroom? To me, she seemed confident, self-assured the majority of our time spent together. The more I stop and think about it, the more I realize my personality has been a crutch for her. Sure, it's been undeniable that she's been turned on and intrigued. With my tendency to dominate, though, have I even bothered to ask her whatshewants, what turnsheron?
"I was hoping you could tell me, little miss bold." As I predicted, she clams up, her confidence faltering. The conversation falls into silence.
"Olivia," I growl with mock impatience. "I'm waiting."
"Well," she says, licking her lips nervously. "I want to see you." My mind retreats to her boldness in the shower, and how she asked me to stroke myself as I watched her do the same.
"See me what, Olivia? Use your words."
Inhaling and exhaling a breath, she opens her mouth. Nothing comes out. "Jerk yourself off," she says after a moment of hesitation.
I smile triumphantly. "And why would you want to see that, apple?"
She's already playing with herself, although she just has the camera angled on her face. She freezes, caught off guard, with flushed cheeks.
"I don't know. I mean, it's hot. Why do you want to watchme?"
I raise my brows and shrug. "Because it's hot." I shrug.
"I think you enjoy seeing what you do to me, Olivia."
The crimson spreads further. If I looked at her toes, I bet they'd be pink too. She nods. "It is quite…" she trails off.
"Olivia?" I ask slowly, my tone knowing.
"Hm?" Her eyes half-heartedly regard me, lost in deep concentration.
"Too busy coming to talk?" I ask, taunting her.
Some indiscernible noise escapes, followed by a moan that captures my cock's full attention.
"Show me. Now." She pans the camera lower, her fingers following the same rhythm as the last time she graciously gave me a show. I pump my cock, imagining it's her pussy walls gripping me. I adjust my grip on my phone, allowing her the same view, giving me a surprising feel of intimacy.
"Fuck, I want to taste you again." She moans, breathy and unabashed, as she takes in the evidence of my need for her.Fuck, I love when she's like this.
My anger resurfaces as it takes me back to Nathan's inappropriate line of questioning. My stomach knots and unwinds itself as my conscious debates. I know Ishouldtell her, prepare her in the event there's an ensuing shit storm. On the other hand, I don't want her to worry and I don't want her to get scared and run. I push the thoughts from my mind because I certainly do not want her to stop pushing herself to the brink. As if she can read my thoughts, she rips her fingers from her clit, an inquisitive look on her face.
"Something wrong?" I ask.
"Nope," she answers as she climbs off her bed, the noise distorting as she moves. She opens her drawer and my cock twitches in excitement as I instantly know what drawer she's in.
"Grab the purple one."
"How did you know that's my favorite?" she says, running back to the bed.
"I didn't."
She gives me an unrestricted view, and I have to stop myself from considering driving back to her apartment.
She clenches. She writhes. She arches. She climaxes. And when she does, it's my name on her lips, which sends me over the edge right along with her. I shoot thick, white ropes into my hand and wish it was in that tight little pussy, not unlike the professor in that naughty little book she tackled me over. I grab my strewn t-shirt and clean myself off. I forget what I'm doing, who I am, as she sticks the vibrator down her throat, sucking the taste of herself off of it.
She catches me watching her. "Is that for me?" I ask curiously.
