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TheRealCreator: But if you were.
My body grows hot as I await her response, heart pounding in my ears.
DakkyDuck: I’d say I want you to tell me why you showed me this bed, in this private place, Jack.
My manhood stiffens. Precome even leaks hotly from my tip, sticking to my underwear. I can see her so clearly in my mind’s eye, sitting with one knee up, or adjusting something in the background, her back to the camera, a generous, delicious view of her ass on screen.
TheRealCreator: Because I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you.
DakkyDuck: Wanted me—how?
I smirk.
TheRealCreator: I’m not going to lie to you, beautiful. Physically. Obviously, physically. We’re getting to know each other. You’re interesting, funny, passionate, kind, sarcastic, and talented, but I didn’t know any of that then. I just knew—like I know now—I want you to myself. Alone. So I can give you all the attention you deserve.
She moves her character closer.
DakkyDuck: What would that attention look like?
TheRealCreator: You need to tell me how specific you want me to get.
My hands are trembling as I type.
DakkyDuck: However specific you need to be to get hard for me.
Oh,fuck.
I lean back for a moment, my cock flooding with even more heat, my head swimming with tension begging to be released. My heart thuds fiercely against my pec muscle, my balls swelling with lust.
TheRealCreator: I don’t need to say anything for that. I’m hard for you now. Just thinking about you on stream, the way you chew your lip, the little twitches in your eyes and lips, those secret near smiles that seem designed just for me…
DakkyDuck: You’re the only one who notices them. So I think they MUST be for you.
TheRealCreator: I want you, Dakota. I can’t lie. I want you in the game and I want you in real life. I want you. Badly.
DakkyDuck: For what?
It’s like I can hear her moans behind the digital shield between us.
DakkyDuck: If you had me, what would you do? Oh, and I lied before. I said to be specific for you. But really, I want it for ME.
CHAPTER 9
DAKOTA
I’m hot and sticky all over, but especially between my legs. I haven’t felt lust like this in a long, long time—no, scratch that.Ever. I’m not saying he’s some magic man with a magic dick. But the tension is thick, excitement thumping through me as I wait for his next message.
He types, and I let out a squeak I’m not even embarrassed about.
TheRealCreator: I’d start with your perfect mouth. Those lush, expressive lips. It’s only been a week, but I’ve thought about kissing you a hundred times. A thousand. The noises you’d make—the little moans, maybe nervous at first, then sinking into it. As we kiss, I’d glide my hands down your body, over your wide, thick, sexy hips, then around to your ass. A few days ago, on stream, you were wearing those shorts… I fucking leaked, beautiful, fucking burning with precome just thinking about that.
I stare at his message, first as it hovers above his character, then in the chat box in the bottom left. The ache in my core is unbelievable, a throbbing urgency that has my head spinning and my mind bringing his words vividly to life.
I imagine my hand wrapped around his throbbing length, because in my imagination, there’s no way this man isn’t packing. The groaning, needy noises he’d make. His stiffness pushing against my stomach as he struggled to contain himself.
TheRealCreator: Dakota?
TheRealCreator: You better have gone quiet because you’re too busy rubbing your hand between your legs. Focusing on my words and imagining me there, with you, our bodies slick, hot, and so fucking ready for each other.
