Page 21 of Beneath the Fame

“Is that a problem?”

“No…”

“Okay then…put her on the phone.”

“Wow.” She laughed, but…I watched as she adjusted so that it was positioned near her thighs. She was covered in an oversized T-shirt made of thin, flowy fabric her hard nipples were poking through. I could still see her pretty-ass face, but not between her legs, which was fine.

This visual was perfectly erotic enough, especially with the rhythmic movement of her arm as she played between her thighs.

And the sound…shit.

There was no question about her arousal.

“You need at least three fingers,” I told her—once again, her expression told everything on her mind.

“At least? It’s likethat, huh?” she asked, squirming a little as she made the adjustment.

I understood her potential hang-ups about being exposed on camera but didn’t share them—I moved my phone down too, cranking the sound to the highest volume before propping it up at an angle where she could seeexactlywhat I was doing.

“Oh,damn,” she muttered. “Itislike that.”

I smirked. “Yeah. It is. Put your thumb on your clit,” I told her. “Find the right spot, and…put pressure there, while you’re stroking.”

She pulled her lip between her teeth again, grinning as she followed directions that made her buck off the bed a little, knocking her phone askew.

To arguably the best possible angle.

Now I could clearly see her legs splayed wide, her fingers plunging deep in her pussy.

She’d taken her nails off.

“Van…your camera,” I told her, and her eyes flicked at her screen, surveying the little thumbnail that showed hermyview. She stared at it for a moment, hand still moving, then shrugged.

“Fuck it. What next?”

“Your free hand,” I said, coming with an immediate answer, already knowing exactly what I wanted to hear and see. “Under your shirt…grab your nipple. Pinch.Hard.”

She arched off the bed again, pressing her lips together to stifle a moan.

“Nah, I wanna hear all that too,” I grunted, matching the movements of my hand to what I could see and hear from her. “Let the music play.”

“Fuck,” she moaned. “Alec,please.”

“Harder,” I directed, already doing the same thing. “Faster.”

She did.

Mouth open, thighs trembling, shirt hiked halfway up her body giving me a perfect view of her titties as they bounced with every plunge of her fingers. Again, I matched her energy, eyes glued to the screen, not wanting to miss a moment of the pleasure playing out through her body language.

“Do you know how beautiful you look with your fingers in your pussy?” I asked, and halfway wanted an actual answer, cause…shit.

The question must’ve struck a chord with her, because she squeezed her thighs together suddenly, in time with a shriek of pleasure that made my balls go tight.

“Shit,” she whimpered, her body rigid as reflexive tremors swept through her, the blissful look on her face prompting a last surge of arousal forme. I quickly closed my hand over the head of my dick, keeping the hot stream of cum from going everywhere except between my fingers.

Then I fell back on the bed, panting.

Damn.

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