Page 31 of The Worst Pucking Deal

Not two minutes pass before I get a text from Sawyer.

Sawyer: More!

I let out a frustrated breath. One word, really? That’s all I get. No, I can’t let this be about me. “Don’t lose sight of the bigger picture, Lucia,” I remind myself.

Lying down on my bed, I reach for my vibrator in the bedside drawer. Then I make myself comfortable, spread my legs wide and pull them up. Taking a selfie in this position isn’t as effortless as it looks, and there’s no pleasure to be gained from the way I’m holding the vibrator against my pussy. But I manage, and just as quickly as before, I shoot the picture off to him.

When my phone vibrates in my hand, I expect it to be another text, but it’s not. Sawyer’s calling me.

“What do you want?” I say as a way of greeting.

“To get off, and you’re going to help me,” he rasps, getting straight to the point. “Turn your camera on. I want to see you play with yourself.”

I pause for a moment. “Are you going to turn yours on as well?”

He chuckles darkly. “Not a chance in hell, Lucia. You see, unlike you, I’m actually important. Do you think I’m going to give you more ammunition against me?”

Though it feels like the words are meant to hurt me, they make me smile. Because the fact Sawyer doesn’t trust me also shows he knows I’m not a mindless puck bunny. Which means he should be careful with what he gives me. “Fair enough,” I say, unable to hide the smile in my tone.

I put Sawyer on speaker and prop my phone up against a pillow before activating my camera. It’s not a perfect shot; it’s mostly my tits and cunt… come to think about it, that makes it rather perfect.

Sawyer groans as I lie back down and spread my legs like before. I switch the vibrator on, using it to circle my clit. Fuck, it feels so fucking good. It doesn’t take long before I’m wet, ready to fuck myself with the toy.

“I want to hear you,” he rasps.

Closing my eyes, I let myself get lost in the moment. I move the vibrator between my pussy lips, teasing my hole before pushing it into me. “Fuck,” I moan.

“How does it feel?” he asks, his tone filled with gravel.

“Like more.” I push the toy farther into me. “It feels like more.”

I hear the sound of something being squirted, like a lotion or maybe lube, and it’s followed by the sounds of him jacking off. “Take all of it,” he groans. “I want to see your cunt swallow that big toy.”

“Hang on,” I pant. The toy I’ve chosen isn’t one of those you can just ram all the way in. It needs to be eased inside me, give my inner walls time to stretch around it. I moan out loud as the burn from the stretch washes over me. “Almost there.”

“You’re such a dirty slut,” he rasps. “Letting me watch you play with that pretty cunt. Are you thinking about my cock?”

“No,” I lie. I don’t want him to know that I am, in fact, thinking of his huge, throbbing cock. Fuck, I never knew a dick could be pretty. But Sawyer proved me wrong. “I’m thinking about my ex.” Where the hell did those words come from?

Sawyer lets out a growl. “Your ex?”

“Mhmm, yes,” I moan, fucking myself slowly. “A big dick doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to use it. He was so generous. Not only with his cock, but he also knew exactly how to use it. And don’t even get me started on his tongue. And… fuck… his fingers.” I don’t have an ex like that. The closest is an old fuck-buddy who wasn’t nearly as skilled as I’m making it sound.

For a moment, everything goes quiet on Sawyer’s end. Even his breathing has disappeared. “What are you trying to do?” he asks, sounding incredulous. “Do you really think you can make me jealous?”

The laugh bubbling up my throat turns into a drawn-out moan as I push the vibrator so far inside me it grazes my G-spot, making it hard to focus. “Jealous?” I scoff. “I don’t want you to be jealous. I don’t even want you, Sawyer. But I still need to fantasize about something to get myself off.”

What’s the saying, when confronted with something you don’t want to answer, lie, and then lie some more. The part about not wanting him to be jealous is true enough… kinda. It has to be. I don’t care enough about him for that… I think. I just don’t want him to know I’m imagining what it would be like to have his dick fill my drenched pussy. Have him stretch and pound it until I’m crying out for a mercy he’d never give me. A girl can dream.

“Keep fucking yourself,” Sawyer demands. His breathing is heavier and the sound of skin against skin is a lot louder now.

I move my free hand to my boob, kneading the heavy flesh while doing as he says. My pussy is so drenched it’s leaking out, and the wet sounds are hard to ignore. My legs tense as I find myself on the edge. I only need a little bit more to fall over.

“That’s it, Lucia. Let me watch you fuck yourself.” Though I don’t want to, I whimper. The lust in his voice is so damn potent, and it washes over me, making me desperate for more. “Show me how wet your toy is.”

“But I’m so close…”

“Show me,” he repeats, his tone husky and dark. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

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