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“I’m up just thinking about it,” Jon said, approaching me where I sat on the living room sofa, cross-legged. There was a bulge in his boxers. Instinctively, I was drawn to it, staring. He had only to come near me with a semi-erection and I was tempted. That was the kind of power his cock had over me. I rubbed my cheek against the fabric of his boxers, then playfully ran my fingers lightly over his chest and down toward the goods.
“Tell Clark to get on Skype,” Jon said in a suggestive tone.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked. Ever the innocent good girl, I was.
I turned my attention to the screen. There was a message waiting.
Clark: Are you still there?
Me: Jon came into the living room. He wants you to sign into Skype.
Clark: Done.
Just then, Clark’s face popped up in the corner of the screen and I made it bigger.
“Hey man,” Jon said. “We’d love to come over this weekend. Thanks for the invite.”
At the time it seemed odd to me that Jon didn’t sit down to look in the camera. In fact, all that was visible from that angle was my face and Jon’s boxers. I wondered if that was the idea.
“Cool, man. It’d be good to see you,” Clark said.
Jon looked down at me suggestively and winked then spoke directly to Clark. “You want to see a little more of us right now?”
“You know I do,” Clark said. He smiled at me and leaned forward.
I looked at Jon. I couldn’t quite believe what he was hinting at. We’d never been naughty on Skype before, though we had once talked about the idea of it. I said I thought it’d be hot to find some random stranger on some sex site and cam for them, but this was Clark. It was even better. I wanted Jon to know I was into it, so I licked my lips. Jon’s thumbs hooked into the waistline of his boxers and in seconds he had them off. Then he stood in front of the camera facing me, giving Clark a profile view. I knew exactly what to do.
I gave a flirty wink to Clark and took Jon in my mouth. Slowly, slowly, I took him deeper and deeper until I held him completely in my mouth. I looked up at him and when our eyes met, I nearly came right there. It was so hot how he had sprung this scenario on me. How had he read my mind? How had they both?
I slowly pulled back, revealing Jon’s huge cock. Jon thrust into me again. He held my face in his hands, careful not to block Clark’s view, as he started to fuck my mouth. I could hear Clark moan, but I was only looking up at Jon. It was so intense, this experience. I sucked Jon’s cock with everything I had, wanting to show him just how much I loved this. He let out a gasp as he filled my mouth.
“Oh my God,” Clark murmured, and I wondered if he was touching himself as he was watching us. How could he resist? I was so wet.
Jon held onto my jaw as he pulled out and he turned my head to face Clark.
“Show him,” Jon commanded.
I opened my mouth.
“Look,” Jon said. “What a good girl she is, don’t you think?”
Clark nodded. “The best.”
I swallowed, and Jon, spent, sat down next to me. He gave me a deep, loving kiss. Then he got up.
“So you two make the plan,” he said. “I’m off to bed. Good night.”
He walked away. What a stud. I loved him so much in that moment—the incredible ease between us, the way he took what he needed from me with a playful elegance that left me utterly speechless. When he was halfway down the hall, he turned back.
“If you come to bed in the next fifteen minutes, I’m gonna lick your pussy until you cry out for mercy,” he said. “But I do have an early morning and you just tired me right out, so you better hurry.”
He flashed his sexy smile and I was so wet, so desperate for his tongue, I knew it was time to wrap things up with Clark.
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About the Author
Romance heroines have saved my sanity numerous times through break-ups and life changes. I find escaping into a romance both soothing and revitalizing—and even better when there are some steamy scenes to tantalize the imagination.
For most of my adult life, I’ve concentrated on carving out a serious career, but a number of love-hungry, sassy characters keep taking over my mind, insisting that I daydream, live vicariously through them and tell their stories. Watching these women emerge on the page gives me a different sort of satisfaction than I get from my day job. It is a joy to share them with readers.
I live in a tiny apartment in a crowded city and I like to think there is something romantic about this. I did manage to find my soul mate here.
Email: mistressdestinymoon@gmail.com
Destiny loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.
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