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“Then you should ask nicely. I want to know just how badly you want to see.”
“Please, Harlow,” I groan, unable to keep from smiling. It’s normally me in this position, telling my partner what to do. Something about Harlow taking charge is exciting and new, and I don’t refrain from giving her what she wants.
“No, I think you can beg more than that, Liam.”
I look directly into the webcam. “Harlow, you don’t know how fucking hard I am right now. I need to see. Please.”
There’s a moment of silence, then she laughs and slides her panties to the side. Her pussy is beautiful, and my cock pulses in my hand, aching for attention. I stroke myself slowly, watching as she steadily works her fingers deep inside her warmth. She lets out a moan, and it’s music to my ears.
Figuring it’s not fair to leave her without visuals, I move my laptop so that most of my body’s in the frame. I slide my sweats down and grip the base of my cock, squeezing out a bit of precome.
“I have a toy I want to use,” she says softly.
“Use it.”
Harlow leans across the bed to the nightstand and pulls out a compact little vibrator. She turns it onto a slow setting at first, then places it against her clit. The noise she makes draws out a deep groan from me. And when Harlow finally slides it inside and gasps in pleasure, I can’t help but stroke myself faster.
She works her hips against the toy, her body responding almost automatically. For a moment, she looks as though she’s completely forgotten I’m there. Instead, she’s focused entirely on how good she feels. My fist pump harder around my cock.
“Fuck, Harlow,” I murmur.
She opens her eyes and looks at me. “I wish this was you. I wish it were you fucking me and not this toy.”
“It should be,” I say. “One day I’ll come and see you, and you’ll get to ride me however you want.”
She smiles, but it turns into an almost pained expression. “Ah,” she moans, biting her bottom lip. “You’d make me so full. Stretch me out and make me scream.”
“Your neighbors would hate us,” I say. “But none of it would matter. Once I’m buried in that pretty little pussy of yours, none of it will matter.” I can feel myself getting closer, and I’m torn between holding back and going for home.
“I need you so bad.” She pants. “I want all of you, Liam. God, I want you so bad.”
The desperation in her voice is what sends me over. I can’t even verbalize how good it feels hearing her say that, and I don’t have to. She grins when she sees that I’m there, at the brink. When she pulls the toy out to lick it clean, I can’t hold back anymore. My stomach clenches as I blow, shooting my load in short, quick bursts. I fall back onto the bed out of breath, my cock twitching and pulsing.
“Let me see you come, baby,” I say, my voice gruff. Harlow nods and begins working the toy back inside her. Naturally, she’s a pro when it comes to making herself feel good. Harlow whines and whimpers while fucking herself with the vibrator, and I can’t look away for even a second. The way her body moves when she grinds down on the toy, or how her breasts heave when she gets close… It’s impossible not to stare at her.
“Oh, Liam!” She gasps when she climaxes, her full lips parting in a silent scream. She’s left panting by the end of it, her cheeks a beautiful color of pink. I want to spread her legs and lick her clean, but I can’t. All I can do is watch her readjust her panties and smile at me.
“That’s it for the peep show,” she says.
“And what a show it was.”
“I’ll talk to you later tonight?”
I nod. “Call me when you’re done for the night and just want to talk, okay?”
“I will.”
We say our goodbyes and end the webcam chat. Before anything else, I head to the bathroom to clean up. Never would I have thought Harlow was such a natural on camera, but damn it if that woman wasn’t full of unexpected surprises. Once I’m all clean, I head to the kitchen to make something to eat. I’ve worked up quite the appetite after my call with Harlow.
6
Harlow
“I’m just saying, I don’t think Georgia needs to be so worried about what her son is doing. He’s a handsome young man, he’ll be alright.”
I try to keep up with what Mom’s saying, but most of her stories go in one ear and out the other. She loves to gossip, especially about her friends, and it’s hard to remember everyone involved in these situations. I blame the years of soap operas she’s watched because now it seems like every day for her is an episode of The Young and the Restless.
“By the way,” she says, sipping her lemon water once the waiter refills the glass. “How’s that book of yours coming? Are you almost done with it? Feels like you’ve been working on it for years.”
