Page 109 of Delicate Storm

“Keep going until I say.” My voice comes out rushed but I don’t mind her knowing I’m just as desperate as she is.

“East. Please. God. I can’t.”

“Fuck, Paige. I need to see you.”

“What?” she rushes out breathlessly.

“I need to see you. I want to see what you’re doing.”

“Oh God. Yes. I can do that. But I need to be honest.”

“Okay.”

“I’m not naked.”

“You’re not?”

“I’m not.”

The phone buzzes for a video call and when I press connect, Paige's body fills the screen, making me groan out loud. She’s wearing a matching pink lace bra and panties, but the bra barely covers her nipples.“Jesus Christ.”

“Are you going to punish me for lying? More than you already are.”

God, this woman. She’s the perfect mix of light and dark and I can’t see myself ever getting over her. “I think I have to. Becausehow could you possibly have been doing what I asked when your pussy’s covered.”

“It’s not.”

“What?”

The phone moves until it’s positioned between her legs, giving me a clear view of her bare pussy, lace on either side. “Holy shit, Paige.” My cock jolts again, and this time I can’t ignore it, slowly pumping, taking the edge off.

The phone moves again and Paige’s flushed face comes on the screen. “I need to see you too. What are you doing?”

I flip the screen until she has an image of my chest and then slowly lower it to reveal my hand beneath my sweats, letting her watch as I pump a little harder.

“Your turn. Hold the phone out while you work your clit.”

“Yes. Actually, I could do one better.”

She momentarily drops the phone and I groan at the loss. I listen as she moves and then the phone visual bounces around, making me dizzy, until it stops with the camera aimed at the bed. Paige crawls back on and returns to the same position, giving me a wave.

“Fuck. Do you have a tripod?”

“I do,” she says, bending down so I can see her smile.

“What fo—” I cut myself off, shaking my head. “You know what? I don’t want to know.”

At that she fucking laughs. “I use it for social media content and video calls to book modeling gigs. I’m not over here filming amateur porn clips if that’s where your mind went.”

“What?” I choke on air. “That’s not what I was thinking.” But now that she’s said it, I want her to make one for me.

“Good. Now are you going to punish me or can I touch myself?”

“I want you to move closer to the camera, lie down, and spread your legs for me.”

“Okay.” She begins to move but I stop her.

“And Paige.”

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