Broken Course (Wrecked and Ruined #3)

"Show me," I answer, leaning in close to the computer, but she doesn’t move a muscle.

"Last night, I woke up about an hour after I fell asleep. I was so turned on. I was having a dream that you snuck into the bedroom and pinned me on my stomach as you slide in from behind. I swear I could feel you inside me, Leo."

"I like this dream." I lick my lips as I immediately go hard.

"When I woke up, my hand was between my legs. It was a sad substitute for you, but it was working."

"Fuck, ángel." I begin to rub my growing cock.

"It was amazing until I completely woke up and remembered I told you I wouldn’t come without you. Then it fucking sucked." She crosses her arms over her chest in an adorable show of attitude.

"Well, I’m here now." I tug down my pants, revealing my erection.

Her eyes glance down the screen for a second before she lets out a groan. "It was all hot and sexy at first when you claimed my every orgasm, but I’m not playing games anymore. I shouldn’t have to ask for permission to get myself off. Especially on nights like last night when you were gone."

"Take off your pants. Show me what you would have done."

"I’m just letting you know that the deal is officially off."

"No. Every time you come is for me and me only. I’m sorry I was gone, because had I been there, I would have rolled you over and made good on your dream. You should have called me. I would have told you all about what I would have done then listened to you moan my name as you came."

"You were working," she says, pulling her shirt over her head, exposing her fucking perfect tits.

I begin stroking my cock as I watch her fingers roll her nipples. "Take. Off. Your. Pants. I want to see that wet pussy," I growl.

"See, I figured you would get all caveman. ‘Grunt. Your orgasms belong to me.’ So I will repeat. I’m not asking here. I am, however, willing to make a compromise."

"Oh yeah? What’s that?" I continue to stroke myself as she reaches down to the button on her jeans.

"What if I agree to only make myself come while I’m in your bed? Well, I guess it would be our bed at that point." She smiles and my hand stills.

"You moving in with me?" I ask as a huge smile creeps across my face.

"I don’t know. Are you going to throw a macho shit fit about me rubbing my clit while imagining your long cock buried inside me?"

Holy. Fucking. Hell. I can’t decide if I’m happy or so turned on that I need to push the computer back a few inches to keep it from forever glowing under a black light.

"Yeah, I’m going to throw a fit." I pause, and I can tell by her face that she’s about to get annoyed and shut me down. "But only because I like the idea of you coming in my shower too."

She smiles and temporarily disappears offscreen only to reappear a second later completely nude. "Our shower," she corrects, reclining on the bed and dropping her legs wide open.

"Fuck," I whisper as she pushes a single finger inside her heat. God, I’d give anything to feel her. I know exactly how tight that pussy is and how good it feels milking my cock.

I quicken the pace over my shaft as I watch her add another finger.

"Talk to me," she says, using her other hand to glide over her breasts.

"You are fucking beautiful. Christ. I’d give anything to fuck your tits right now."

"Mmm. My tits, huh?" She sits up, pushing her breasts into the camera.

"Yep. I’m going to come on them as soon as I get back. I want to see you covered in me." I switch hands so I can tilt the camera down to give her a better view.

"Fuck, baby," she breathes, lying back down with her eyes glued to the screen.

"Circle your clit. I want you to come for me now, ángel."

She quickly follows my direction and licks the finger on her other hand before dropping it between her legs. I move my hand over my cock with the same rhythm of her fingers.

"Come on your stomach. I want to watch," she demands between moans.

My pace quickens as I feel the orgasm traveling up from my balls. I’m close, and I fight to keep my eyes open. I want to see her face.

"Oh fuck. God, Sarah." My release lands right where directed and she lets out an approving moan.

Not a second later, I watch as she loses herself in her own high. She doesn’t utter my name. Instead, she whispers a string of unrecognizable expletives as an orgasm courses through her body.

She silently relaxes against the bed, and I head to the bathroom, snagging a washcloth to clean myself off. As soon as I settle back in the picture, Sarah lets out a laugh.

"Fine. You can come on my tits. That was hot."

"Oh, I was coming on your tits whether you agreed or not." I laugh and roll to my side, taking the computer with me.

"Why do you have to travel so much? I miss you," she whines.

"Well, it won’t be as bad next month. Things should plateau off pretty soon. I have enough men now, I think. They can travel for jobs and I’ll be able to stay at home more."

"Good."