FIVE

LEO

My fingers trembled on the keyboard as her car came into town. I didn’t know what to do with the jumble of nerves in my chest.

Estella’s home.

The tracker I’d paid to have affixed to her car traced her journey toward me, and I’d been glued to the screen for hours, watching her slow approach.

The polished wooden floor creaked as I paced, watching the car inching across the screen toward the house.

God, what to do with myself?

Shower, I told myself . She hasn’t seen you in six years, you need to be at your peak. Need to look better than her wholesome boyfriend.

My stomach roiled.

I pressed play on the video from earlier in the morning. They’d forgone their usually missionary or big spoon style sex and Estella has straddled him, grinding her desperate hips against Graham. He’d gingerly gripped her waist while she took what she wanted from him. Occasionally, she’d move his hands to her bouncing tits, but within moments they’d be right back on her hips. God, what a square. Least he could do would be to dig his fingers into her flesh and show her he desired her.

She’d have been better with a blow up man-doll.

Still, her writhing body was a vision.

The neediness oozing from her was evident on screen, how the prick couldn’t see it failed to compute.

I grazed my fingertips down over her grinding image. The computer screen was warm, but too hard. I hardly remembered the way she felt. I’d dreamed about it often enough. About my fingers exploring uncharted territory under her clothes. Her cheek had been warm that time we’d kissed, her lips so soft, but the memory grew fuzzy over the years. More memories needed to be created. I’d use my lips to erase every trace of Graham and make Estella delirious in the process.

Tearing my pants open, I gripped my hard dick in my fist, craving a release to clear my mind.

‘You’re almost home,’ I grunted, touching the car as it approached on the tracking screen. ‘Almost ready to be mine.’

My cock was solid for her, veins rigid beneath my fingertips. I wanted her on top of me grinding her wet cunt over me. I’d show her how hot she is. I’d make her feel my desire .

A guttural groan slipped out, the image of her fucking her stupid boyfriend looping on my screen. Imagining her moaning as I stretched her open brought a heady rush. My balls ached as I stroked myself.

‘My darling, you’re going to be the death of me. If you don’t let me into your sweet cunt, I’m going to have to take it. I’d rather have your moans than your tears, but I’ll take whatever I can get.’

I pressed my lips to the screen, speaking the words over her. Sensation washed over me as I lost control, emptying my balls into my fist in a great, hot slurry.

Catching my breath, I moved my face back from the screen, before slapping my hand over her arching body. My cum dripped over her, covering her in a layer of me, white ribbons cascading over her pixelated form.

‘And if you won’t leave him, I can pay to have him removed,’ I whispered to her spunk covered image.