“Maybe we should head out,” Sienna says in a husky voice while pressing her tits into my arm. My phone rings, and I use the excuse to turn away and take the call. It’s one of my men calling with a routine update.
This isn’t the sort of shit I’d bother with while on a date, but I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Okay, thanks.”
I hang up and turn to Sienna. From her disappointed pout, she knows what’s coming.
“I gotta cut and run. Work.” A small lie. I pull some cash from my wallet and drop it on the table. “Sorry, babe. Another time.” She sighs and takes the money. As I stand, I see a guy two tables over slide a look in her direction. I’d put money on him hitting her up before I’m even out the door.
Not that I give a fuck. We’re done. I won’t be seeing her again.
“Take care,” she says. “It’s been fun.”
I kiss her lightly on the cheek and then walk away without a backward glance.
My apartment’s dark when I unlock the door, my mind on Chiara. I drop my keys in the bowl by the door and kick my shoes off. I spend so little time here that it could pass as a hotel room. The furniture is basic and functional. There’s a king-size bed with a decent mattress because I’m frugal but not stupid. Ipicked up my couch from Ikea, and I have an old table and two chairs that I use for work and meals.
Bougie it ain't.
Even though it’s late, I head to the refrigerator and crack open a beer. And because my attention is one hundred percent focused on my friend’s wife, I open up the security cam app and scroll through the feed to see what my minx is up to.
She’s not in the living room watching trashy TV, or in the kitchen snacking, which means she’s still in her bedroom.
I tap on the feed for her room and see she’s lying on the bed wearing nothing but a towel. My dick jumps to attention immediately, and I unfasten my jeans to relieve the pressure against my zipper. One glimpse of that woman in a towel and I’m leaking like a broken fucking faucet.
Honestly, I need to get a grip. Which I do.
Chiara’s hand moves south and slides between her thighs. I turn the volume up so I can hear her. Her breathing speeds up and she moans softly. She still has a bedside lamp switched on, so the cameras pick up the slick on her tanned thighs.
My girl’s wet. So fucking wet.
Is she thinking about me?
Or the pup?
I tell myself it’s me on her mind, mostly because I’m fucking delusional.
In my head, it’s my name she’s moaning as she strokes her sopping wet pussy. I zoom in on her hand, hyper-focused on what she’s doing, even though the towel is in the way.
Then she spreads her legs a little wider and the towel opens, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. Her fingers delve a little deeper as I squeeze my cock to stop myself from coming.
For once I don’t need lube. I’m leaking so much my hand slides up and down my shaft with ease.
She moans louder. The towel slides off, revealing her round, soft breasts tipped with pretty pink nipples. My mouth waters as I imagine sucking one while I pound into her pussy.
My dick jerks. Electricity shoots up my spine, and I come with a groan just as Chiara gasps and moans on her bed, her back arching in pleasure.
I close my eyes, listening to Chiara’s heavy breathing through my phone. Then I hear her say, “I hope you enjoyed that, you pervy bastard.”
My blood runs cold.
How does she know I’m watching?
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Angelo
My phone rings and rings before cutting off. I don’t bother glancing at the screen. I can’t. All the blood in my body is currently in my dick, so my brain’s off-line.
