Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
He leaned back in his bed. “Tell me more.”
“My nipples are always hard when we talk, and sometimes I get wet just being in your presence, even when we’re just talking.”
“More,” he said.
“I feel like the muscles between my legs contract at the sound of your voice. Even before I knew what you looked like, your voice used to make me wet.”
He bent his head back and let out a shaky breath. “You’re killing me. You know that?”
“Do you desire me?” I asked.
He lifted his head and looked me straight in the eyes. “Eden, from the first night I saw you, I’ve done nothing but desire you. And it’s to the point where I can’t be with anyone else in the flesh because I would rather come online and look at you, talk to you, think about you. And that is utterly fucked-up.”
“That’s how I feel, too. As much as it might seem like I’m loose with sex because of what I do for a living, when it comes to letting someone inside—pun intended—it’s not easy for me. I would never be able to do this if those men were actually touching me.”
“That’s the only consolation for me,” he said. “That they can’t touch you.”
My palms started to sweat. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” he said.
“You said you haven’t wanted to be with anyone in the flesh…but have you? Have you had sex with anyone since we’ve been talking?”
He hesitated. “Not since we’ve been connecting, no. It’s the longest I’ve ever gone without actual sex.”
Relief poured over me, and then I just lost it. “I want you right now,” I panted.
The look in his eyes told me he was losing the control he’d worked so hard to keep.
He lay back. “Show me how much.”
I slowly lifted my shirt over my head. My breasts felt heavy as they fell out of the fabric. My body buzzed with anticipation at the prospect of getting to see more of him.
“Your nipples are so hard. Is that for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “I want to see more of you, Ryder.”
He gritted his teeth. “You want to see how much I want you? Is that what you’ve wanted all this time?”
My breathing was heavy. “Yes.”
“All you had to do was ask, baby.” He unzipped his jeans and repositioned his body so I could see his gloriously hard cock, which glistened with precum at the tip. He pumped slowly up and down as he gritted his teeth and said, “There’s not a moment I’m not hard for you. You just can’t normally see it.”
My eyes were glued to his hand, moving up and down his silky hard shaft. “Now I can.”
He began to jerk himself harder. “What do you think?”
Ryder was more well-endowed than most men I’d seen naked.
“That’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen, and I swear to God I’m not lying this time.” I laughed.
“Despite the fact that you’re laughing, I’ll choose to believe you.”
“You know it’s true. You know you’re a beautiful man.” I slid my hands down to my waist. “Do you want me to take off my panties?”
“Yes. I want to see how wet you are.”
I removed my shorts and took my lace thong off, putting it close to the camera so he could see my wet spot.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“That’s real arousal.”
He let out a guttural sound. “You’re killing me right now. I wish I could smell the fabric, wish I could taste you.”
I slid my hand down to my clit and rubbed it as I continued to watch him jerking off.
“Spread your legs for me, Eden.”
I did as he said. “What else do you want?”
“I want you to do whatever you want. I just want to watch.”
“Will you pretend your hand is my pussy?”
“Already there.”
As we stopped talking and enjoyed the act of pleasuring ourselves together, I thought about how different this was. I felt much more vulnerable than I did when working because, plain and simple, every part of this was real, not mechanical.
He quickly lost control. There was nothing sexier than the sound of his breath quickening, watching his body shake as he climaxed. I loved watching him come and let myself go at the exact moment he did.
Ryder collapsed against his headboard. “You win.”
My chest was rising and falling. “What do I win?”
“You’ve finally turned me into a perverted cam john whose main objective is my next orgasm—because I’m totally ready to fucking do that again.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that.”
It was the first genuine orgasm I’d ever had on camera, because it didn’t feel like I was on camera. It was a real sexual experience.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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RYDER
It was bound to happen, I guess.
Living in the same town, there was no way I was going to get away with not running into Mallory and her new man at some point. It finally happened when I’d least expected it.