Grace doesn’t seem to come from money, but what do I know? Her parents were named Kinsella but they were a much older couple who died a year apart while she was in high school. I had Felicity do a property search for real estate records in the Denver neighborhood Grace said she grew up in, but it came up blank. So I’m not sure if she’s lying when she says she sold their house, or I’m just missing something about her past.
I feel it to be both. Something is just a little bit off about her background check. She has no criminal record as an adult. I could dig deeper into her juvenile record, but is it really necessary to pry that much for a few sexual encounters?
I check my watch again, impatient with waiting. Why did I give her a whole hour? How long does it take to take off your clothes and open up a laptop?
OK, back to my tweets. They are inadequate. I need to up my game. I type one out on the notepad app on my phone, this time playing around with the hashtags.
MyScratchyChin between your legs #MindAboutToBeBlown as my tongue caresses #YourSmoothSkin
That’s more like it.
My laptop on the patio table pings a new tweet on my timeline.
Girl @mrsinvsman – 1s
@mrinvsman – As you commanded, I’m #BareForYou
My whole day is instantly better. God, this girl just lights me up. I forget the planned tweets and just reply to her.
Master @mrinvsman – 5s
@mrsinvsman - I expect obedience.
Girl @mrsinvsman – 1s
@mrinvsman – #GoodGirlTonight Tell me what you want. ;)
Master @mrinvsman – 3s
@mrsinvsman - #FlatOnTheFloor #LegsOpen #FingersWet
There is no answer after this request and my heart beats a little faster at the prospect that she does not want to play with me tonight. I want her to play. A few seconds after this private admission, a ping.
Girl @mrsinvsman – 2s
@mrinvsman – #DoneDoneAndDone Now your turn, unzip and let loose. I need a pic to continue.
Oh, that little bitch. That sneaky, delectable, horny, filthy little bitch. I laugh quietly as I consider the fact that she might have Twitter moves I’ve never even dreamed up yet. I unbutton and unzip my pants and my thick c**k springs forward. I fist it, pumping two or three times just to get myself erect, then I scoot back and let the full length of my manhood fall across my flat, muscled stomach. I hold up the phone and snap a pic, sync it to my laptop, and attach it to the tweet.
Master @mrinvsman – 3s
@mrsinvsman - #LikeALollipop NOW.
God, what I’d do to her lips around my shaft right now.
Girl @mrsinvsman – 2s
@mrinvsman – #TwirlsAndSwirls
Her tweet comes with a picture too. A high angle looking down on her face. Fingertip in her mouth, tip of her tongue seductively touching, lips puckered appropriately, f**k-me eyes at half-mast, and just the slightest hint of her open legs.
Jesus f**k. She is hot. And she is one hundred percent naked. I was almost afraid to let myself believe she’d really be playing along, but she is. She more than is, she’s into it.
I put my dick away and stand up, tweeting as I move across the terrace.
Master @mrinvsman – 3s
@mrsinvsman - I want to f**k you.
Girl @mrsinvsman – 2s
@mrinvsman – #ImYours #TellMeWhatYouWant
Master @mrinvsman – 3s
@mrsinvsman - More pictures. I want more pictures. Send me your three best and then I’ll call you.
I go inside and stop in front of the stairwell, wanting to see the pictures before making another move. The first picture comes through. It’s a picture of her hand covering her pu**y. Nothing explicit at all.
Master @mrinvsman – 3s
@mrsinvsman - Need to do better than that.
Another picture comes in a few seconds later and this time it’s her arm over her bare br**sts, covering up her ni**les. She’s playing with me now.
Master @mrinvsman – 3s
@mrsinvsman - I’m not happy.
Girl @mrsinvsman – 2s
@mrinvsman – You are spoiled and impatient.
But attached to that tweet is what I wanted. Her. Open to me. Bare for me, as she put it. Legs spread. Fingers slick with her own juices. Pussy shaved.
She’s delicious.
I dial her number as I go downstairs. She picks up on the third ring, sounding breathless. “Was that what you wanted?”
“No,” I say in a low growl. “Answer the door.”
“What?”
I knock.
“You’re here?”
“Open the f**king door.” I end the call and wait.
The chain on the other side of the door slides across the track and I watch the door handle jiggle with an apprehension I’ve never felt before. My dick is so hard as I anticipate seeing her, I grab it just as she opens the door.
She stands there naked, her eyes wide, her arms down at her side. I come in without being invited and close the door behind me while I reach for her hand and place it on my hard thickness. “Take me in your mouth.”
She looks at me, her upcast eyes so f**king sexy, I want to explode right now. And then she lowers herself to the floor in front of me and releases my c**k from my pants.
“Like a lollipop, Mr. Asher.”
Fuck, that turns me on.
Her tongue darts out, licking my tip so softly, I moan. It sweeps out and grabs that little pearl of liquid and flicks it right into her mouth. She licks her lips, her eyes still trained on mine, like I own them. And then my c**k disappears inside her. Her face pushes forward and takes me in, not all the way, but holy f**king shit, the heat of her breath and the slickness of her saliva drive me wild. I run my fingers through her long blonde hair and then grab it tightly, fisting it, pulling up as she watches me but never does her mouth stop sucking, never does her hand stop pumping.