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She walks over to her dresser and takes the requested clothing out.Yes!With a cute little wink, she holds up a finger and disappears from her room. I bite on my knuckle as I wait, my cock straining my pants.
My camera transitions to the other room, my eyes not leaving her. She has to climb onto her counter to get a large bowl down, and then walks it to her bed. She blows me a kiss before opening her bedroom window.What is she doing?
I’m intrigued. Her fingers fly over the screen of her phone as she texts me.
Mine: When did you plan on telling me about the camera in my bedroom?
Me: Did you honestly not expect it? Slip out of your hoodie, for yes you expected it, or take off your pants, for no.
Her frown is adorable. This girl has me wrapped around her pinky.
Mine: I haven’t heard from you in two weeks, with no explanation, and you want to have phone sex? I don’t think so.
Me: No, I want to watch you fuck yourself, but I’m happy with phone sex too. Would that mean I get to hear your sexy voice? You can call me.
She glares at the camera. That’s when she takes the outfit I want into her hands. My lips hitch into a smile, and I say, “That’s my girl.” She stands, placing the clothing over her, as if testing to see if it would fit. She looks up, smiling at me through the camera, and points to the outfit.Yes, Sienna, that one. I lean back, undoing the top button of my pants to make room. My heart pounds in anticipation. That pajama set is going to look killer on her.
I swallow when I see her bring a lighter out and put the orange flame to the material. My eyes widen as I watch her burn it. The ashes and cloth fall into the metal bowl, which she’d placed under it.
This should deflate my erection, but it only grows harder.
She picks her phone up.Mine: Guess neither of us will get to see that one.
Me: I like you naked the best, anyway.
Man, I love pushing her buttons.
Her hand slips under her baggy hoodie and it looks like she’s cupping her breast, but I can’t tell. My imagination is telling me that she is. She gets comfortable on her bed, the bowl between her legs, and her hand slips under her sweats.
Her hoodie slips upward, moving with her hand until I can see under boob. It’s erotic, and I love it.
Me: let me see how wet your pussy is.
She glances at her phone but doesn’t respond. I wait to see if she’ll deny me. A few minutes later, she shimmies her sweats down to her ankles and I groan looking at that glistening pink pussy.
I unzip my pants and pull my dick out, stroking it. I have every intention of coming at the same time as her.
Her fingers dip into her cunt, and I want nothing more than to be inside of her. The feeling takes over me. I want to be the one touching her, making her feel good, making her come with my name on her lips.
Her eyes are on the camera as she strokes her swollen clit, and when her back arches and I know she’s about to come, I explode onto my desk. Long, thick ropes coat the surface and I hiss her name at the same time she’s calling out “fuck you” instead of my name.
I lean back into my chair, breathless, when I realize this feeling that keeps taking over me is me missing her. There’s a reason I don’t have many possessions. It’s because you can’t miss what you don’t have.
Another week passes.
I used to rejoice when Romeo sent me out, but now I’m continually being drawn back here and it’s all because of her.
I walk into Throne of Sin, nodding to the bouncer. Sienna’s eyes grow large when she spots me. I’m bold and stroll right for the counter, needing to be close.
She looks around before her eyes focus in on me and stay there. She sucks in a breath and her hand over-pours the drink she’s making and has her cursing. Her gorgeous green irises move back to her task, making the drink properly this time.
I lean my hip against the counter, watching. A light crimson floods her cheeks. She’s a better bartender than this and I can’t help the smirk that grows, because this is all for me. It’s her reaction to me. I love it, crave it even.
Her light, floral scent twirls around me, and I have to fight against the urge to lean closer. At this rate I’m liable to jump over the counter and fuck the hell out of her. My dick perks up at the image I’ve placed in my imagination.
“Max, what are you doing here?” Her voice is low and her eyes dart around.
“I missed you.” I’ve never said that to anyone. I don’t miss people. “I’ve been thinking about that little moan you let out every time I kiss you and it has my mind wandering to other places.”
