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Calista leaves the space to walk into the bathroom. I switch from one camera view to the other, never losing sight of her. She turns on the shower, and I grip my phone tighter with anticipation swimming through my blood. It travels straight to my cock, engorging the fucker until I squeeze it with enough pressure to cause pain.
The agony of that is nothing compared to seeing Calista naked with me not able to touch her.
She’s quick to step inside the shower and yank the curtain, almost as if she senses that someone’s watching. But I saw enough.
It’s only a matter of time until I take her body. I just need to make certain that I’ve discovered her secrets by then. After that, I’ll have to walk away.
Something I should’ve done the day of the funeral.
I’ve already put myself at risk by interacting with her. Now I’m completely on her radar. Keeping Calista from finding out the truth about her father’s murder will only become more difficult with time. I’ve always loved a challenge, but not one that could end with consequences I can’t get out of.
I place the phone in its holder on my dashboard and drive onto the street. As much as I want to be close to Calista while she’s wet and naked, I only have so much willpower. And if I give into the lust I feel for her at this moment, I’ll lose control.
Over myself.
My goals.
My sanity.
That doesn’t mean I won’t keep watching, waiting with heavy anticipation for her to show me her body once again. Which she does. I groan and slam my hand against the steering wheel, hard enough for my palm to throb.
My gaze darts back and forth between the road and Calista’s figure on my phone. Then my eyes widen when she pads across the floor in a towel and removes it to put on my coat. Along with those fucking pearls.
And nothing else.
The white color instantly takes me back to the time at the cafe where Calista put that cake pop in her mouth. The way she twirled it around made my cock as hard as it is now. But when she removed the dessert from her mouth and it left behind a strip of white? All I could think of was my cum on her pretty lips, leaving behind a streak the exact same way.
This woman fucks with me when she’s not even trying.
A horn honks behind me. I reluctantly pull my attention from the video feed and notice the light is green. After putting the car into motion, I look back at Calista’s image, somehow managing to stay in my lane.
She turns off every light except the lamp on her nightstand and crawls onto her mattress, laying on her back. Closing her eyes, she drags her hand down her chest until it settles between her legs. Her thighs fall open, and I stop breathing.
Such a pretty pussy.
It’s even more pink than her undergarments. I bet it’s sweeter too.
She entices me further by stroking her clit. I curse myself for leaving her place. But this is exactly the type of thing that would cause me to lose sight of my personal objectives. And I can’t give into this woman just yet.
No matter how much she entices me.
The neighborhood on either side of my car is familiar as I get closer to my residence, but I hardly notice, my focus unwavering as Calista dives further underneath the waves of pleasure.
She arches her back, her nipples pointing at the camera, taunting me. Her movements become frenzied as she draws closer to her orgasm, and my cock pulses, pre-cum leaking from the head. I could come from just watching her.
But when she moans my name, I nearly explode.
And almost crash my car.
Angry drivers and honking horns break through the haze of lust clouding my mind. Flipping everyone off, I turn on the next street and speed down the road until I find a spot to park, uncaring about anything except the woman on my phone. I watch Calista and grip my cock, angry that I've let her get me so worked up I can't do anything except fuck myself.
“Damn it!”
I unzip my pants and free my length, wrapping my hand around it. It's already hard, ready for me to take care of the ache that Calista has put within me. I'm so fucking pissed at myself, at this loss of control over my body when it comes to her. But it doesn't stop me from watching Calista or imagining it's her as I thrust hard against my palm. Her beneath me, her body pushing against mine with each stroke, her moans of pleasure driving me to the edge of ecstasy and insanity.
No matter how mad I am at myself, I can't help it when Calista begins to touch herself again. My body tightens, and my need for her becomes overwhelming. I can almost feel the warmth of her skin against mine as sweat beads on my forehead and heat engulfs every inch of me.
My hand moves faster, and my grip tightens, punishing as I think of her beautiful face and the curves of her body. I almost come twice, but I wait for her to finish.
