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She shut her eyes, her lids fluttering, and I knew she was ready for more.

And yet she stayed right where she was, pushing herself higher, harder, until she was forced to sit back on her heels because her thighs started to shake.

All through it she spoke, telling me what she liked not just with her body but with her words.

“Here. Right here.”

“Just like that.”

“Soft, and then hard.”

I wondered if she knew how much she was giving away, how much ammunition I’d stockpiled over the years. She wouldn’t stand a chance against me when I finally got her within my grasp. Instead of drawing it out like this, I’d go straight in for the kill.

“Stop teasing us both,” I growled, my hand starting to move faster over my cock. I wasn’t used to waiting for the things I wanted. I’d been teasing myself right along with her, and my impatience was starting to get the better of me.

As if she heard my command, she dragged a pillow between her thighs and trailed the fingers of a hand down, down, before slipping them between herself and the pillow.

“I’m soaked,” she said, the words more of a moan than anything articulate.

“I bet you are,” I told her. “You took your damn time getting us here, Lo.”

She cracked her eyes open, a mischievous smile splitting her face. “So grumpy.”

My hand froze on the head of my dick, and I hit the pause button to double-check that this was, in fact, a prerecorded video, and I hadn’t accidentally accepted an invite to a live session or something.

On screen, Lauren froze, and a rueful grin tugged at my lips.

She’d probably clocked my impatient streak from past sexting sessions and was now using it against me.

I’d have to find some way to pay her back later, once she was mine.

With a tap, I hit play, my pulse thundering in my ears as Lauren started to move. I started moving again, too, my hand stroking up and down my cock as I watched her. I’d seen too many videos of this woman to count, but these custom ones were always my favorite. Because they were just for me.

The camera angle shifted slightly, showing me more of a sideview, and I had just enough time to wonder if there was someone in the room with her, helping her film, before the first moan slipped through her lips and nothing else but Lauren mattered anymore.

Her position and the pillow hid most of what was happening from sight, but I knew the moment she slid her finger—fingers?—inside herself, because her lips popped open on an even louder gasp, and she turned her head to stare straight into the camera.

“God, you feel so good,” she said, her eyes fluttering shut again as if she were imagining me there in the room with her.

I stepped into the fantasy with her, kneeling behind her on the bed and shoving her hand out of the way so I could replace it with mine. She teased one of her breasts herself, while I went to work on the other, pinching and stroking her nipple even as I sank my fingers into her slick, tight heat.

“Do you like how wet I got for you?” she asked.

“Yes,” I ground out. “But I want you wetter.”

She shifted her hips forward, grinding her clit against my palm, fucking herself onto my fingers with total abandon. She was glorious. Wild. Perfect.

“I want to feel you come,” I ordered.

“I’m going to come,” she said, as if she’d heard me. “You’re going to make me come so hard.”

“I’m right there with you,” I told her, my balls starting to tighten.

A heartbeat later, we came together, both of us shuddering, both of us breathing hard. Spots danced across my eyes. Fuck, that was amazing. She was amazing.

I watched her slump sideways onto the bed, laughing in a way that made my chest hurt. She sounded so free, so happy . I would have killed, literally, to feel that alive for once; I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d laughed.

Her gaze met mine through the camera. “Holy shit, that was good. Was it good for you, too?”

I grabbed a wad of paper towels and started mopping myself up. “I think I got some on the ceiling, so, yeah, I’d say it was.”

Again, that infectious laugh. “I’m going to sleep so well tonight.” She stretched on the bed, languorously, her arms high overhead and her toes pointed.

I wanted to crawl on top of her and make her come again. And again. Until she was so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open. Only then would I let her sleep, and only for a few hours before I woke her for more.

“Hey,” she said, drawing my gaze back up her body. Her expression was open, intimate, her eyes soft with the afterglow of pleasure. “Thank you for doing this with me.”

“Don’t thank me, Lo,” I told her. “Don’t ever thank me.”

I locked my phone and finished cleaning myself off, and as the haze of pleasure dissipated, my mind began to spin. No, I hadn’t figured out how to get free from my father yet, but I needed to find some way to do it. And fast. Because it was time for a new chapter of my life to start.

I was done fucking around on the internet like some weirdo; I needed to see Lauren in person.