Page 77 of Ugly Beautiful Scars

I see her laugh and it lights up my chest. Even though the feed doesn't have sound, I can hear that beautiful laugh of hers in my head. In my dreams too.

Me:You're sexy as hell, and I think you know that.

Maybe I'm imagining things, but I think she blushes.

Londyn:I want to be sexy for you.

A flush of heat ambushes me from nowhere, crawling up my neck and spreading across my face like wildfire. My body goesabsolutely still, the way it does right before I squeeze a gun trigger for a crucial shot—that suspended moment where even a heartbeat feels like too much movement.

Damn, this woman. She's something I can't even put words to.

Me:Keep it up. You're succeeding.

She throws her head back and laughs. Again, I hear it in my head and it snakes around my chest, burying itself deep.

I don't know why I have such a drive to make her laugh, but hearing her joy is becoming as essential as breathing.

Londyn:What would you like to see?

Me:Your smile.

I grimace. Was that lame? I knew what she was asking but I didn't stop to think and went with my gut response.

As much as I'm fucking turned on and thinking of her riding my cock while I run my hands over that body… I love her smile. Sometimes I think about it too much.

She rests her phone on top of the blanket and stares at the camera. I have no clue what she's thinking, but I swear, she says my name. I read it on her lips—Sean—as she pulls the blanket down a few more inches.

It's enough to expose her breasts, which are puckered and would so perfectly fit in my hands. My mind packs its bags and leaves and I immediately palm my cock through my jeans. She lifts the bottom of the blanket, not fully exposing herself, but enough to reveal most of her inner thighs. I groan as she curls the edge of the blanket around her hand, making it very clear what her fingers are now doing under that lucky strip of fabric.

I squeeze the head of my cock with one hand as the other hovers near my jeans button. But I can't shake the feeling of doing something wrong. She asked me to watch, not get off. So I'm not going to take this further until she confirms that's what she wants.

Me:You got me too hard.

She reads my message and then bites her lip. Then she rolls a nipple between her fingers like a challenge.

Londyn:You should really take care of that.

I squeeze my tip again, groaning.

Me:You sure? Does me jerking off get you wet?

Londyn:Yes. I want you to.

She mouths my name again, those legs spreading wider, and I start having fantasies of leaving this stuffy apartment to go over there and fuck her raw. I finally free myself from my jeans,stroking hard while watching her squirm on the couch. I imagine her squirming beneath me as I pound into her warmth. Since she gave me permission, there's no hesitation or shame. She knows I'm watching and she wants it. She wants me jerking off to her. That's so fucking hot.

I grip myself tighter, jaw clenched as she stares dead center into the camera and says my name again.

I hear it as a moan and I stroke faster.

She bites her bottom lip, and I study every damn detail as she arches her back and looks like she's close to letting pleasure overwhelm her senses.

How would it feel to be inside her? To give her that pleasure? I need to feel her heat and wetness as her soft body relaxes under me. I need her opening up and taking all of me.

I wonder how she likes to be fucked.

Hard? Slow?

Would she squeeze my cock hard and…

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