Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Why are you requesting access to my bedroom’s camera?
The tablet shows a buffering symbol on my screen. You know why.
Maybe I need you to say it, she replies.
Because I’ve been thinking about you all day. Your pout. The cute way you bite your lip and then let it go. Those gorgeously wide hips of yours. Your thick, perfect legs. Your big sexy ass. Your luscious hair. Your eyes, hard and innocent at the same time. That’s why, Katy.
A second later, the camera flickers to life. Katy is sitting up in bed, wearing…
Oh, damn. Precome leaks from the end of my cock. It makes my underwear sticky and warm. It’s a good thing the door’s closed, and Jackal’s happily sleeping in his playroom. My dick is pushing against my shorts, lifting the fabric.
She’s wearing PJ shorts, the kind that sneak up her ass. Her legs are tucked up, letting me see her thighs. She’s wearing a tank top that shows her round tits, her nipples poking through. Her hair is messy and slightly wet from the shower. I’m salivating.
Did it work? she replies.
On the camera, she turns to the console right next to the bed.
It did. I can see you. You’re making me so hard.
I should slow down. Am I taking advantage of her? Maybe some would say yes, and I’d hate that, but I can’t stop. My mouth is watering, looking at her.
Really? she responds.
You don’t believe me? I smirk.
She looks at the camera. When she talks, my balls fill with more come. Her voice is low and nervous, but there’s a shiver of excitement. “Can you hear me?”
Loud and clear, I reply.
She looks at her phone and smiles. “Did you mean what you said?”
I grin. You can’t even say it. You’re so adorably shy.
She sits up, unfolding her legs. I zoom in on the tablet, watching as the movement causes her tits to sway around like a private show. No, not like a private show. This is one. Nobody else ever gets to see her like this. “I can say it.” She pauses as if gathering her courage. “Are you really hard for me?”
Do you need proof? I reply.
She stares at the camera wide-eyed, biting her lip. “But…” With a huff, she picks up her phone, typing fast. But with your face in it, too. And your body?
I smirk, picking up the tablet and tapping a few buttons. “I told you that you were nervous.”
Her smile is the most precious gift. “Why did you add that feature?”
Is that jealousy I hear in her sassy voice? It hits me a second later why she might be. I want her to be. Maybe she thinks it’s because I’ve done this before. “It’s in case of an emergency. Suppose I need to talk to somebody about escaping while they’re in danger? Or so I can talk directly to any intruders.”
“Have you ever had to use it?” she whispers.
“Never, but better safe than sorry.”
She opens her mouth, her face turning red, and closes it dramatically. She picks up her phone and texts, So, what about that photo, huh?
“I’ll give you what you want,” I say huskily, “but you have to say it.”
She smirks at the camera and texts some more. Don’t be mean.
“You’re sexy when you’re shy.”
“Wait…” She sits up even more, her voice getting quiet. “I can’t let Mom hear me. She probably can’t hear anything because of how ill she is, but still.”
“Then you better whisper when you tell me what you want.”
She wraps her arms across her middle. Is she doing that on purpose? It causes her breasts to shift together, gorgeously full, begging for my attention. “I want the photo,” she says in a small voice.
I step into the bathroom, taking the tablet and my phone. I strip naked as though she’s here, as though it means I get to press myself against her naked body and feel her shapely breasts against me. Her belly grinds against my abs as I imagine filling her with our offspring.
Standing in front of the mirror, I snap the photo, showing my rock-hard dick, precome glistening on the end. The lighting here slopes downwards. I’ve never thought about it before, but it’s the same lighting bodybuilders use. That, combined with my workout from earlier, makes me look even bigger than usual. I grab my dick as I snap the shot, imagining it’s her hand or her pretty mouth.
“Hmm,” she whimpers on screen when the photo arrives, looking at the camera nervously. “Oh, my God.”
“How does it make you feel?” I growl, propping the tablet on the sink.
“It’s really… I like it.” She shudders and picks up her phone. It looks so fucking hot.
“Show me how you feel,” I say, voice shaking. “I’m touching myself watching you.”
I can barely speak as she slowly slides her hand down her body, pausing at her shorts. She pushes her hand beneath the shorts and starts rubbing, her moans coming slowly.