She may be used to these assholes speaking to her like this, but I certainly am not, and it’s the one part of her channel I’ve always struggled with.
Not everyone views Lexi like the gift she is, a goddess that deserves to be worshipped, and it grates on me more than it likely should.
“Come on, boys, you know a lady needs to be warmed up before she can take a hard fuck.”
But the amusement in her eyes tells me that I’m not the only one that’s perfectly aware of the fact that the men watching probably don’t know that.
They’re likely the kind of partner that wants a blow job before sex but doesn’t think to reciprocate.
Something Lexi absolutely will never need to worry about.
Every time my wildcat lets me into her perfect pussy, she’ll be wet and ready for me, because I’m not a fucking loser.
TWENTY-FOUR
LEXI
Am I dreaming?
This has got to be a dream, because there’s no way I’m masturbating on live stream for one hundred and thirty-seven men while my brother’s best friend coaches me from the end of the bed.
Right?
Because that would be insane.
I have so many questions I don’t even know where to start.
How did he not freak out when he walked into the room and found me like this?
Why is he letting me play this out?
How does he look so calm sitting with his elbows on his knees, watching every move I make?
Did he know that I have a Fan Faves profile before he walked in here?
And if he did, how long has he known?
Like I said, I have no fucking clue where to begin unwinding the web of questions that plague my mind.
“Put the settings up a couple of levels,” Colten says evenly.
I swallow and comply with his order, immediately greeted by a stream of comments and emojis.
“Slide your panties to the side. I want to see your pretty pussy.”
Fuck, his mouth.
I’ll admit, Colten never struck me as the kind of guy who could talk dirty, but if this brief introduction is anything to go by, I’m going to be pleasantly surprised if this match works out.
My movements falter at the thought, because it’s the first time I’ve allowed myself to consider that possibility.
“You okay, Wildcat?” A hint of worry infiltrates his otherwise calm voice, and I force a steadying breath into my lungs.
I do as he asked, slowly sliding the lace to the side and giving him a front-row seat to just how much he’s affecting me.
LAGuy: Fuck, she’s even wetter than usual.
LoverNotAFighter: What I would do to plunge into that tight cunt.
