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Craig had turned back to face the webcam as I shot my load, wanting to see my undoing. He looked just as worked up, stroking his cock as he sat back down facing the webcam. He slipped a hand under his balls to finger-fuck himself as he jacked. I could only stare, coming down from my high.
“I wanna see you shoot, baby,” I coaxed. “Let me see it.”
His eyes went wide, and he opened his mouth, but nothing came out except a strangled howl. He’d thrown his head back, chest heaving. Ribbons of cum shot up in the air and over his stomach and chest, and I wished I could have been there to swallow it. He continued to pump and finger-fuck himself as I watched his body twitch involuntarily from his orgasm. I was hypnotized.
Cum coated his fingers as he continued to stroke himself. He brought his eyes up to look into the camera, and a smile quirked the corner of his mouth as he gazed at me.
“Lick your fingers. I wanna watch you enjoy tasting yourself,” I commanded.
He didn’t hesitate, languidly running his tongue between his fingers, savoring what his body had produced. I could almost taste the salty jizz as he sucked each digit, his eyes never leaving the webcam. It was hot as hell.
Neither of us spoke for a while. When he sat up, he chuckled and said, “Well…that was fun as fuck. Did that help release some of your stress?”
“Oh, yeah,” I replied. “We’ve never done this before. I think I like this new kink.”
He laughed as he sat up. “We’ll definitely add this to the mix from now on,” he said, picking up his shirt and wiping himself down.
“You take those dress shirts to the cleaners, right?”
“Yup. I’ll take a few in and hide this one in the pile. I don’t want to explain that I made this a cum rag,” he replied with a snicker. He stood up, his cock bobbing, reaching down to grab his underwear. I did the same with my lounge pants after using my T-shirt to mop up the mess I’d made.
Once we’d both sat down, he asked, “So now we’re blissfully content, what’s new on your end?”
It made me laugh; we had suddenly shifted to talking about our day. “I received your email today and gave Davis a copy. Thank you for being so prompt. We’re getting the FBI involved with the information you shared. I have my meeting with the event security tomorrow for the pageant, and I’ll go over my plan with the team.” I hesitated, and he noticed.
“What else is going on, Jonesy?” he asked with a furrowed brow.
I cleared my throat. “Sean and I paid a visit to Brooke Chandler today. Evidence shows the Jaguar had its brake line cut intentionally.”
“And you think she might have had something to do with that?”
“We need to look at all possibilities, but she was surprised to hear what had happened and gave us access to their outside security footage. I watched it just before I headed home. It looks like someone, a disguised male by his size, opened their garage and got under his Jaguar late at night. It proves she didn’t do it, but it doesn’t mean she couldn’t have hired someone. We’re checking her financials, which will take time.”
Craig sighed. “I get it. I just can’t imagine her going to those extremes over an affair.”
“People have killed for less, Howler,” I replied before shifting topics. “When are you heading to Bally’s resort and getting into the contestants’ rooms?”
“I’m meeting Chet at ten a.m. at the security office. I need to keep my poker face in check with what I know now.”
“Please be careful, babe. Having the upper hand is great, but you don’t know how far these clowns may go to keep things under wraps.”
He nodded. “I will. I wish you could be here with me, though.”
“I know. But if this thing is spreading to San Francisco, I need to get inside the pageant here. What you found out today is helpful, and it gives us the chance to scrutinize everyone involved with the pageant.”
“The main thing now is to find the missing woman and figure out what the fuck is going on,” he replied.
“I agree. Call me tomorrow, Howler. Get a good night’s sleep, babe. I love you,” I said, blowing a kiss to the screen.
“I love you, too. Chat tomorrow.”
After we clicked off, I needed to finish my now-warm beer and take a shower to wash off the drying cum. I shook my head, reflecting on our lustful Wi-Fi exchange.
I smiled as I walked to the bathroom, feeling I’d get a good night’s sleep as well.
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