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Who the hell is she dressing up for? Herself? Me?
She walks toward the bed, picks up the package she placed on the nightstand earlier, then slides onto the bed. She leans back against the pillows, parts her legs just enough to give me a glimpse of the pink-colored panties she’s wearing underneath.Che cazzo!Does she want to kill me?
I walk over to the armchair near the window of my bedroom and sit down. Thankfully, my brothers left a few days ago. They brought me home, made sure I was settled, then stayed to make sure I didn’t need help around the house. It was only after JJ promised that he’d look in on me—as if I’m an invalid—and they ensured that my household staff were equipped to take care of me, that my brothers had finally taken their leave. Oh, and after Michael had, once more, warned me that while he didn’t approve of my watching over Olivia, he understood why I had to do it this way.
I wonder if he realizes the extent to which I’ve taken the stalking, though.
Now, I watch as she places the box next to her on the bed. She tips up her chin and stares directly at me. Her green eyes gleam with intent.
Fuck me, but she definitely knows I am watching her.
How did she figure out where the camera’s placed, though? The mirror’s right opposite her bed, so perhaps she’s watching herself in it. Yes, that’s probably it. Just my luck that the camera’s mounted on the top edge of its frame. She licks her lips and a shiver ripples down my spine. She slides her robe down her shoulders and it pools around her body. She spreads her legs wider, then slides her fingers into the waistband of her panties.
Heat coils in my belly, and my thighs stiffen. She begins to move her fingers inside her panties, the back-and-forth movements leaving me in no doubt that she’s weaving her digits in and out of her cunt. My cock lengthens. The crotch of my jeans is uncomfortably tight, and I have no choice but to adjust myself. I shove my legs apart. My fingers tingle to touch myself and I resist. I really shouldn’t masturbate, not when I’m watching her. That would be too stalkerish, wouldn’t it? I curl my fingers into fists and dig my fingernails into the palms of my hands.
She bites down on her lower lip, and I feel it all the way to the crown of my dick.
Her movements intensify. She brings her other hand up to cup her tit. She squeezes her nipples through her bra and my balls tighten. My chest feels too full, and my shoulder muscles knot. I set my teeth as she pinches her nipples, turning them this way, then that. All the while she keeps working her fingers in and out of her pussy. I can almost smell the scent of her arousal. Her eyelids flutter down. She parts her lips, and color smears her cheeks. Her fingers jerk. Goddamnit, she tweaked her clit.
The sensations surge under my skin, sparking heat. Fuck this shit. I squeeze my length through my clothes as she pants.
The sound of her breathing fills the room. She raises her hips, shoves her panties down her legs, then kicks them aside. Once more, she spreads her legs.
My fingers tremble and I almost drop the phone. The pink flesh between her thighs is clearly visible. I reach for the app, zoom in further, and goddamn, the moisture clinging to her cunt is right there, in plain sight. My mouth waters. My scalp tingles. I lower my zipper, shove down my pants and boxers, and my cock springs free. I begin to massage myself from base to crown, again and again.
On the screen, she reaches for the box, opens it and pulls out a vibrator. A fucking pink-colored vibrator which, while not as big as the real thing between my legs, is sizable enough that it looks titillating as she runs her tongue down its ribbed length. She lowers it, and switches it on. A buzzing noise reaches me. Then, she slides the vibrator between her legs and holds it to her clit. Her entire body bucks and her head falls back. She writhes her hips, pushing her pelvis forward, and presses her upper body into the pillow. It’s as if the sensations elicited by the device are too much for her to bear. She moans again, her chest rises and falls, and color flushes her cheeks. Her shoulders shudder and she raises the vibrator from her center. She lowers her chin and stares straight at me. I swear, she knows I’m watching—shedoesknow I’m watching—for her lips curve in a seductive, very satisfied smile. Then she slides the vibrator inside her pussy.
She holds my gaze, and her mouth falls open. A low groan emerges from her lips. Her forearms flex and she slides the vibrator even deeper inside, all the way in.
Fuck. My cock thickens. I can almost feel the wet, hot suction of her pussy as she clenches her inner walls around my column. She pulls the device out, and I swipe my hand up my cock. She plunges it in, and I squeeze my shaft down to the base. And again. And again. I match each movement of hers with a corresponding stroke of my dick with my hand. My thigh muscles harden. The ball of tension at the base of my spine folds in on itself. The still-healing wound in my side protests, but I ignore it. The pressure builds, every cell in my body rigid, every muscle coiled, as I reach for that invisible line on the horizon. The one where I’ll finally be with her and taste her, suck on her, squeeze her curves, and bite her lush lips as I fuck her.
Her smile widens. She continues to fuck herself with the vibrator. With her free hand she reaches for the phone next to her on the bed. She swipes the screen. Then leaves the phone next to her. She reaches up once more to squeeze her tit, continues to shove the vibrator in and out of her.
That’s when my phone rings. Her number lights up the screen. I accept the video call, look on the screen to find her surveying me.
"Enjoying the show, Massimo?" Her throaty purr sinks into my blood and arrows straight to my groin.
My balls grow unbearably hard. Fucking vixen, I’m going to teach her a lesson.
"Pull out the vibrator," I growl into the phone.
She hesitates.
"Do it, wife."
She draws in a sharp breath. Her pupils dilate. Then she pulls the device out from between her legs.
"Hold it up."
This time she obliges without hesitation.
"Now shut it off."
"Eh?"
I glare at her. She pales, then does as I ordered.
"Now bring it to your mouth."
