Page 14 of Wrapped in Sugar


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I’m on the verge of hitting the refresh button again when her live feed finally pops up and my whole body tenses. I lean back in my chair, my hand already pulling my cock from my sweatpants.

"Hey, Sugars,” her velvety sweet voice filters through the headphones. “I’m CottonCandyKisses, your server tonight. Dripping sweet and just for you, where one taste is never enough."

Fuck, her voice alone normally wrecks me. But tonight, she’s wearing way more clothes than usual. A big ass sweater and jogger pants. I’m not complaining, she still looks good enough to ruin me, but I’m confused. I wonder if this is how she dresses allthe time. Casual and comfy. She grins at the camera, looking all kinds of wicked, her eyes batting like the temptress she is.

"I was thinking we could play a little game tonight,"she says, like she’s letting us in on a secret. “I’m gonna ask you questions. The first person to answer correctly gets to pick what comes off.”

Fucking hell. I let out a heavy sigh. Trivia. The one thing I absolutely suck at. Not because I don’t know the answer, but because I freeze up. My brain can’t think straight under pressure. It’s one of the main reasons I hate tests. The anxiety alone kills me.

For a second, a shitty thought sneaks in — how hard could the questions be? She's a cam girl. Then, I instantly feel like a dick. She's smart as hell. She has to be, she’s a nurse. I’ve never been one to judge someone, yet in a moment of my own self doubt I judged her. Solely because of her being a cam girl. I need to get it together. Shaking my body, getting my blood flowing, I slowly stroke my cock from base to tip, teasing it with what a correct answer can get us. I just need to answer quickly and correctly.

“Okay, Sugars, first question: inWicked, what is the name of Elphaba’s sister?”

Panda19: Nessarose

VelvetRush: Nessarose

SinAndSkin: Barbi

“That’s right.” She smiles widely.

Damn, Panda19 nailed it before I could even process the question. Not that I knew the answer. I’ve never even seen the movie. Not that I don’t want to. Ariana looks hot as hell all decked out in pink.

“Okay, Panda, what do you want me to remove? Just one item, and as you see, you’re not going to get the goodies straightaway.” She winks. “And SinAndSkin, seriously. Barbi. How are we even friends?”

Panda19: Shoes, baby. Take off the shoes. I love a good tease.

Candy laughs, and uses her feet to slip off her sneakers, and calls him a tease.

I’m dying with the seductive way she does it. I can’t help but groan as I grip my cock harder.

“Okay, Sugars, next question. This one is a little harder and you may have to use those hands to do some research.” She bites down on her bottom lip as she pressed her thighs together. “Or not.”

“How many calories in one gram of protein?”

I can’t help but grin with excitement. This is something I know. I type so fast I almost break the keyboard.

MountMeEverest: 4

There's no other response and no hesitation when she grins right in the camera and all I can think is she’s looking at me.

"MountMeEverest — correct!"she says, smiling. “That was quick. Looks like we have a smarty pants in our mist. Whatcha want off, Sugar?"

I don't even think, I tell her to take the sweater off.

She winks, grabs the hem, and peels it off slowly, revealing a tight little white tank that hugs every curve. Candy definitely isn’t going to make this easy for us. I’m about two seconds from losing it already. My cock is pulsing in my hand, begging for a release that I’m not ready to give. Not yet.

The game goes on. She asks another question. But again it’s something I don’t know. But us viewers aren’t going to let it go without being answered.

“No answer. Aww, darn.” She puts on a pouty face. “Did I forget to tell you if no one answers or it isn’t correct that I put back on a piece of clothing?”

MountMeEverest: Don’t do that, Candy.

SinAndSkin: That’s a travesty, darlin.

SuckMeOff: Nope, can’t do that, babe. You didn’t tell us. Can’t add rules later.

“Hmm, looks like I’m the one in control.” She picks up her sweater and goes to put it back on. “I guess if you don’t want me covering back up, you better get to answering. Correctly.”