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What are we talking?
Video.
Just a few discrete cameras so I can keep an eye on someone.
Audio?
No.
An hour. Maybe two.
213 6th Avenue.
She’ll be out by 10:30am.
She???
I’m the only one who gets the info to log in.
Understood?
Got it.
One more thing.
Bring me back all her panties.
I don’t even want to know, do I?
Don’t answer.
I don’t want to know.
He wants to know.
Dropping the phone back on the stool, I climb from the tub, quickly towel off, and head into the bedroom. I slide between the sheets in hopes of garnering a few hours of sleep.
But I can’t stop thinking about her.
Those pouty pink lips, and how much I want to see them wrapped around my cock. To feel her warm mouth sliding over me. Watching her struggle to take my cock, as her deep coffee-brown eyes stare up at me through her thick lashes.
Knowing the pleasure I’m going to get as she learns to handle me. How fucking good it will feel the first time I pass over her tongue and slide into her throat. Admiring her with pride as she repeatedly takes me deep.
Brought back to reality and the disappointment that is my hand in lieu of her mouth, I continue to fervently fist over my length. I knead at my sensitive tip until I spill onto my stomach.
It’s no comparison to coming in her.
Reaching down to the floor, I find my towel and quickly clean the remnants of my release from my abs. I toss it to the floor and settle into my pillow.
Layla Stevens is going to be mine.
I sent Layla a text around eight this morning to let her know that there was going to be a slight change of plans. Instead of having her come to the club, I want to take her to brunch. Where we can have a discreet conversation and agree to the terms of our arrangement without the possibility of my cock being inside of her first.
Or at least severely mitigating the possibility of it.
It’s been nearly two hours without a response. I fully expected her to sleep off last night, but I also expected her to be up with ample time to get ready to meet me this morning. Ringing her as I drive through the city, I’m met with a sleepy voice on the other end. “Hello?”
“Rough morning?” I flip on the blinker to make a right turn. “I just left the club and am on my way to pick you up.”
