Omega_vers: Is that his girlfriend?
Mercy_squirt: I’m so jealous.
Smuthunny69: Holy shit, this is so hot.
The pang of guilt doesn’t stop me from giving Callie my undivided attention; it only encourages me to be more subtleabout it. I want to play with her. Give her clues and see if she figures out who she’s been talking to all these years.
“I wanna show you what this mouth can do,” I say gruffly, echoing something I said to her when she first arrived at the ranch. “Just say the word.”
I place one hand behind my head, flexing my muscles like some preening peacock trying to lure her in. It’s ridiculous, but I’m willing to try just about anything.
“I wanna devour that perfect pussy until you’re squirming beneath me, begging for release. I wouldn't let you come until you were crying from the intensity. Then I’d slip inside of you while you’re on the brink of your first orgasm. I’d make you count each piercing. Every inch. How does that sound?”
Alley_Kat: Sounds like empty promises.
I can vividly picture her teasing tone and the crooked smile I’ve come to expect when she’s being playful. They’re few and far between, but they light up my whole fucking day.
“I’d never leave you empty, baby. I’d fill you so fucking good.”
Mercy_Squirt: If you don’t take him up on the offer, I will.
Smuthunny69: I’m totally going to ship this.
I close my eyes and groan as pleasure shoots up my spine. “Come for me, baby,” I say gruffly, working myself faster. “Right fucking now.” The statement comes out as a feral growl as my release tears through me, ropes of cum shooting violently across my chest and abs.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur breathlessly.
I clean myself up and return to the stream fully clothed.Users drop off instantly, but I interact with the ones who are left, fielding a few questions and avoiding the personal ones.
“Alright, I'm gonna call it a night.”
I end the live stream and wait, hoping like hell she decides to stick around. I’m not disappointed.
Alley_Kat has requested a private chat.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away. Where have you been?”
“I’m sorry I ghosted again. Work has been really busy lately.” She lies so effortlessly.
“Your dream job, right? Is it everything you hoped it would be?”
She sighs. “It's amazing. I started taking on extra work. Just once a week, but it’s been great.”
“You seem happier.”
There’s a beat of silence, and it feels like it goes on forever. “I'm not sure I know what happiness is.”
It's a confession, more honest than maybe any other interaction we’ve had. She’s no longer fine or ok. She’s flaying herself open for a stranger, and fuck, I wish it was for me.
I guess, in a roundabout way, it is, but I can’t take it and claim it for myself. Suddenly, this feels a whole lot like deception. I know I’m not being fair to Callie, but if this is the only way I can have her, I can’t deny it. To hell with the consequences. Maybe it won’t be so terrible if I give her a piece of myself in return.
“I used to, I think. It's been a long time.”
“Maybe that’s why I’ve always felt so connected to you,” she says. “Kindred spirits.”
“You mean it’s not my devastating good looks?”
She laughs, and I swear I can hear it reverberating through my bedroom door. “You could be a total butter face.”
