Page 33 of Lemon Cake

“Will you?”

“I’m already dripping.” There was a pause before he asked, “Do you want to see?”

Oh, did she ever—but she wasn’t sure if she was ready to reciprocate. “Yes…”

“But?”

“Do you want to see me too?”

“I do, but you don’t have to share anything you’re not ready to.”

Her phone vibrated, and a video message appeared. Grinding her hips into the pillow, she pressed play and couldn’t help another moan escape her lips. Rider fucked his fist, running is palm up and down his length before sweeping away the clear liquid leaking from his slit. She watched eagerly as he held the camera closer to his slit and let her see his precum dripping, the obscene squelching of lube echoing through the speaker.

“Rider,” she cried, grinding her hips harder.

“Will you come with me?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

The word hadn’t even passed her lips when he upped the intensity again. Her thighs twitched, muscles jolting. She buried her face in the pillow, muffling the pornographic sounds coming from her.

“Don’t hide yourself from me,” Rider begged. “I want to hear you.”

Gemma turned, letting him hear her pants and moans as the vibrations pushed her towards climax.

“That’s it, gorgeous,” Rider praised.

The phone buzzed again, and Gemma reached over to play the next video. She watched with a racing heart as he worked himself hard and fast, his fist spreading precum over his length. His cockhead was red, weeping and begging for release.

“I want to see your cum,” she panted, pressing herfingers over her clit again to ease the vibrations. She wanted to see him spill before coming herself.

He groaned, a deep lustful sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Anything for you,” he agreed breathlessly. She could hear him working himself, groans and grunts filling her ears until he let out a long breath. “Fuck, I’m coming, sweet Gemma.”

“Please,” she begged, her fingers circling her clit to ease the pressure building, but not hard enough to make her come.

“Only for you,” he panted.

Another video appeared. In this one, Rider’s thighs flexed and his hand moved so fast with such a tight grip that it almost seemed painful—but he seemed to like it. Not even two pumps later he erupted, cum spilling through his fingers, dripping down to his groin.

“Rider,” she gasped, replaying the video and letting the toy work its magic. She came on a loud cry, watching him spill his cum for a third time.

Gemma removed the toy, giving herself the bliss of calmly riding out her climax against the pillow.

“Gemma?”

“Hm?”

“You’re so fucking precious.”

She couldn’t help but giggle. “Precious?”

“You should listen to yourself.”

“I’d rather let you do that.” She rolled on her side and pulled the pillow from between her thighs, hugging it to her chest. Her legs tingled, body struggling to come down from the high. “Do you want me to delete the videos?”

“No,” Rider panted. “Keep them, use them again.”

“I love that idea. I promise I won’t let anyone see them.”