Page 119 of Twisted Truth

She looks straight into the camera.

“Aren’t you working?”

“My meeting can wait. Don’t be shy, baby. It’s just you and me, and I know you need this. I need it too. It’s been too long since I touched you.”

“I’ve never, um . . . had an audience.”

“Fucking right. No one gets to see this but me. Blanket off,now.”

She does as I say, and I can’t help the hiss of anticipation in the back of my throat. She’s in a silk and lace pajama set looking like a goddess.

“Good, Ella. Now, do exactly what I say, when I say.”

I sit down on the bench in the bathroom and unbuckle my belt.

“Prop your pillows up so I can see your face better. I want to see you when you come.”

I unbutton and unzip my pants, then free my aching cock from my briefs. God, I need to be inside Ella. I’m going mad with waiting to have her.

“Take your top off, let me see those beautiful tits.”

I start to stroke my cock and groan when she follows my command. I could look at her tits all day, every day. Everything about this woman is fucking perfect. Like she was made just for me.

“Shorts off.”

She slips her thumbs into her shorts and slides them down her legs. She’s left in just a white pair of lace panties, and she’s lying in bed, surrounded by white, fluffy bedding. It’s like I’mstaring at a topless angel. An evil smile tugs at my lips. That angel is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

And I’m about to corrupt her.

“Panties off.”

“I—”

“Now, Ella.”

I have to slow down and take my hand off my cock or I’ll blow as I watch her panties slide down her thighs, baring her perfect cunt to me. She kicks off her panties, but tilts to the side slightly and crosses her legs.

“Uh, uh, Ella,” I cluck my tongue. “You can’t hide from me. On your back, and open those legs.”

“But . . . Asher . . .”

“Why are you being shy, baby? There’s no one here but you and me, and you don’t have to hide yourself from me. I’ve seen all of you; I’ve tasted that pretty cunt of yours. You have nothing to be self-conscious of. You were touching yourself thinking of me. Don’t be embarrassed by that. I can’t think of anything that fucking turns me on more than knowing that you’re thinking of me and coming for me, even if we’re apart.”

She shifts onto her back and spreads her legs. Another hiss leaves my mouth as I try not to come right then and there.

“Good girl.”

My cock is already weeping with pre-cum. There is nothing on this planet that affects me like Ella does.

“Now, Ella, touch yourself. Touch that pretty pussy of mine.”

I grip my cock and stroke it again as I watch her tease her clit. Ella brushes her other hand over her breast and pinches her nipple. She slowly starts to grind her hips as she slips a finger inside her cunt.

“Yes, baby. Two fingers. Open those legs wider for me.”

I’m panting and clenching my jaw to muffle my sounds. Blood pounds in my ears. My hand is a cheap replacement forwhat my cock truly wants, but fuck if this isn’t so hot that I’m about to lose my goddamn mind. Ella in her bed, inmyhouse, with her fingers in her cunt, and my name on her lips.

“Louder,” I command. “I want to hear you, Ella.”