Page 62 of Venomous Kiss
“No,” she answers, clearly sounding confused. “Oh, my God! Did you really just do that? How and why? Reon, this is not acceptable.”
“No, the game of love and lust never is,” I tell her. “Now, accept my FaceTime.”
“No.”
I press it again, and she rejects the call.
“Accept it, Caterpillar,” I demand.
“Why? It’s not like you won’t see me in person soon, or did you forget about our date?”
“So, I can show you exactly who you belong to, and no, I’ve been watching the clock eagerly, so let me have a taste first.” I hear her shuffling some things before her beautiful face comes into view as she sits on her bed. Her gaze goes straight to my cock. My very hard cock.
“I liked your video,” I tell her, stroking my dick. “The way you squeezed those beautiful nips.”
“I was drunk. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her lips purse as her eyes stay trained on my cock.
“Are you sure, Caterpillar?” My hand pauses mid-stroke. “Are you sure you don’t remember?”
She blinks a few times before her gaze finds mine. “I could screen record this and use it for my site.” She winks.
“But why would you do that? This is all yours to play with.” I start stroking again, harder this time, and a bit of pre-cum leaks from the tip.
“Reon.”
“Hmm…”
“How much would you pay me?”
“What?”
“How much would you pay?” she asks again, licking her lips as she stares at my hand working my cock. I stroke harder and faster.
“I’d give it all to you. Is that what you want to hear?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, and she moves her own camera, revealing that she’s naked.
She stands from the bed, props her cell up, then does a little twirl, and as she does, my hand squeezes around my cock. “What would you do without your wealth, Reon?” Her hand goes to her stomach, and she looks down at her naked body as she starts to draw slow, lazy circles around her perfect belly button. Her nipples are hard, her hair loose and falling around her shoulders. When I don’t answer, she locks her gaze back onto mine. “Answer me, Reon.”
“That depends. Most likely, I would accumulate it again. But the second time around, I’d have you with me,” I tell her.
“Go faster, Reon.” Her attention moves to my cock as her hands cup her breasts. “Faster,” she demands, squeezing them for me. She steps closer to the cell so I can see her even better. “If you want me, Reon, go faster.” Her head drops back, and her other hand drops to her pussy. I watch as she pushes past her folds and slides a finger up to her clit. Just as she does, I feel the tingling of me coming.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “Do not stop,” I tell her, but she laughs and pulls her hands away from her body. Her laugh is seductive, and I want to soak up the sound of it.
“Goodbye, Reon.”
“Caterpillar.”
“I’ll be seeing you real soon. In the meantime, think of me when you touch your cock.”
She reaches for her cell.
“I always think of you, Caterpillar.”
“Good,” she says before she ends the call.
Fuck.
