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“I’m waiting, Felicity,” I say sternly.
Her shoulders slump. “I’ve never done anything like this on camera, Jackson. I’ve never—”
“There’s a first time for everything. And tonight, you’ll get off on camera for me. I’m not going to disconnect this call until I’ve heard, and seen, you come.”
Sucking in her cheeks, she sighs. “You’re not going to give up, are you?”
“Never. Now, pull out the vibrator. Let me show you what I can give you.” She starts to protest but then she snaps her mouth shut. She doesn’t even have to leave the bed to follow through on what I’ve asked her to do. She narrows her eyes to slits as I point out that my sweet Little Flick likes to keep her pleasures close and ready.
Resting her back against her pillows, she holds the tiny blue bullet up where I can see it. I’d picked that particular toy with a specific purpose in mind—I didn’t want anything inside her pussy but myself—but I also know how sensitive her clit is. How it seems to vibrate on its own if I touch it just the right way.
She swipes her tongue over her lips and clears her throat. “You just want to watch my face while I use it?”
“Something like that,” I drawl. “Turn it on.”
She does, startling when it comes to life in her small fingers. Avoiding my gaze, she switches it to the lowest setting then breathlessly asks, “What now?”
“Push your panties to the side, Flick.” I hear her mattress squeak, and when she looks at me expectantly, I say, “Rub it over your clit. Slow circles.”
Her mouth parts in a silent O as she complies. The camera shakes, and I smirk because I know it won’t be long until she’s unable to hold the damn thing. “Like this?” she murmurs.
“Just like that, my sweet girl.” I work my hand over my dick. “Now … let me see you.”
“You are seeing me,” she half-pants, half-moans.
“Not your face, sweet. Let me see your pussy.”
My request catches her off guard, but once again, she doesn’t argue. She switches the camera view, giving me a clear view of her smooth thighs, her white panties shoved to the side, and her fingers working the little blue bulb around her clit.
“Turn it up higher, Flick.” I stroke my cock faster. “I want you to come on full speed.”
She clicks the end of the vibrator, and her hips come off her bed as the toy goes from a steady hum to a deafening buzz. She’s so beautiful and pink that I swear I can smell her intoxicating vanilla scent instead of the bleach on the hotel sheets.
“Do you want to see me?” I demand.
The screen fills with the sight of her face—all flushed with her hair clinging to her cheeks—and she tentatively nods her head. “Yes … please.”
I show her what I’m doing, squeezing and stroking my cock and wishing it were her cunt instead. She lets out short breaths, a low groan, then she repeats.
“Oh god, Jackson, I think… I think…”
“Come, Felicity. I want to hear you come. Don’t bury your face in your fucking pillows. I want to hear you scream my name.”
“I will. I—” She chokes on a gasp and then she’s rasping my name. She’s saying, “More. I want more.”
Me too, but I settle on the sound of her voice. It drives me over the edge, seizing my body as hot cum spurts over my fist. Two sleeps. In two sleeps, this will be her body. Her mouth and her cunt.
If I could speed up time, I would without a second thought just to get back to her quicker.
8
Felicity
“I received a very strange package from Jackson Cade this morning,” my father says, greeting me at the front door when I go in to work the next afternoon. My heart thunders against my ribcage, but I smooth the look of surprise from my features. It’s only been a day since I paid Jackson. Since I figure it will take at least a week to settle all the details for the deed, I’m wondering just what the hell he sent my father, especially after I lost all my inhibitions last night on the phone with him.
“He did?” Dad’s right on my heels as I enter the back hallway to grab my apron from the rack. “And just what exactly did Mr. Cade send you?”
He offers me an impatient frown. “It was the deed to the building, Felicity.” My muscles relax. Damn, Jackson’s lawyers work fast. “He also included a note. Thank your Little Flick for this. What’s going on?”
“I got a personal loan,” I lie because telling my father the truth will only break his heart and lead to a meltdown in the middle of the restaurant. “I went to see Mr. Cade yesterday afternoon and paid off the balance of the loan.”
