The taste of love

Maddox’s POV

My mouth fell open at the face reveal on the other screen. My eyebrows raised up in shock and my throat let out a small, quiet gasp.

The girl on the other side was the last person I expected. If anything, I would’ve guessed it was Cassidy or Daniela.

Never in a million fucking years would I have guessed Passion to be on the other side.

She had turned her face to the side, her lips in a small pout and her eyebrows furrowed with worry. She crossed her arms over her chest amplifying the beautiful amount of cleavage she had. I was shocked to see her like this.

It was my first time being on the website and I stumbled on her account from the trending/hit section. Her videos showed explicit and erotic activities of her pink, glistening pussy on view for every man or woman to see. She would always end up squirting with the little toys and vibrators she had used quite often. The videos could get a man rock hard even from a preview. Her sweet moans flowing through her wet parted lips as she thrusted the fake dick into her pussy.

She intrigued me. From one video, she intrigued me.

« Passion ? » I called her sweet name, my cock twitched as I caught sight of her soaked pussy.

« My name is Bliss, I don’t know a ‘Passion’. » She answered robotically as if she had practiced this response several times.

« I’m not fucking dumb Passion. I know it’s you. »

Her naturally curly hair was straight and slightly frizzy. I remember hearing her talk about it with her friends in the hallway. Even though we weren’t close, I always thought her natural wild curls were beautiful. The curls made her different. She definitely stood out, her curly hair, smooth chocolate skin. Her perfectly curved body. She was a man’s dream.

She cursed and bit her lip shaking her frizzed-up hair. « Listen, please don’t tell anyone. I-I only do it to get rent m-money. I-I’m late this month and if I d-don’t pay I’ll get kicked out. » She rushed out in a pleading voice. « Please Maddox. »

I groaned, my hand squeezing the base of my cock as my name passed through her honey-toned lips. Maddox. I loved it. « I won’t tell anyone. I swear. »

She gasps and looks up at me with watery brown eyes. Her pink lips part and she lets out shallow breathes. « R-Really ? »

I nod my head, my brown hair sticking to my lightly sweat-coated forehead. Her faint pink, wet lips pull into a smile and she looks up with hopeful eyes. « Thank you, really, thank you. »

« Of course, » I pause, my eyes drifting up the screen towards my window. Across from my townhouse window is her home, the white curtains the same color as the lights of the background in her room. « Could you help me out though ? »

She bits her luscious pink bottom lip. Her eyes fall to my tattooed hand which is holding my throbbing cock, precum leaking from the tip and soaking my head. She doesn’t seem so nervous anymore as she was before versus her being relaxed now. »What would you like ? » She whispers seductively as she moves her hand to her breast, her fingers twist her nipple slowly as a soft, sweet moan flows through her parted lips. Her face is full of bliss and lust for another orgasm.

« I want you to get me off. » I huskily respond.

« I can do that. » She whispers back cheekily as she lets her other hand travel down her body slowly towards her pussy. She rubs it slowly — painfully slow — her soaking pussylips spread apart for me as she directs another finger to play with her clit. She gasps loudly and moans at the sensation, my dick throbbed as I stroked it slowly while I used my thumb to rub the tip.

« You like that Stone ? » She whimpered.

I bit my lip groaning with my head thrown back in pure ecstasy. « Oh fuck, that’s perfect Passion. »

Soon she added a toy close to her clit, the toy sucked the little button into place and she moaned throwing her head back and falling back onto the bed. Her legs twitched while she dipped a finger into her dripping hole. Her pussy was already squirting out its sweet juices as she added a second finger to her tight hole. She squealed arching her back off the bed as mewls and pleads to cum came from her.

My cock was rock solid and throbbed hard as I harshly fucked my hand. I pumped my fist fast up and down my shaft as my eyes stayed glued to the screen, watching her pussy spasms and her legs shake with enchantment. « How many men have made that pretty pussy of your cum today ? »

She kicked her leg up and squealed. « Oh FUCK ! T-Twenty…F-Four for now. » She answered in between moans and mewls.

I pumped harder, my orgasm already coming early. My balls tightened and I squeezed my shaft harshly. « You gonna cum for me Passion ? You gonna squirt for me ? »

She moaned, her hips bucking in the air and soon her pussy quivered with juices gushing everywhere. I wanted to taste it so bad. I wanted her to cum in my mouth. Around my cock.

My cock twitched and soon spurts of my hot, white creamy cum squirted over my laptop screen. I threw my head back, moaning and groaning in pure pleasure as my cock continued to unload its seed over my bedsheets.

Fuck, I’ve gotta clean that.

After I had calm down and caught my breath — as did Passion. I wiped my screen down and saw her sly smiling face along with her fingers rubbing her tired pussy. « Twenty-five. » She smirked.

I chuckled tiredly and stared at her through the screen — intrigued.

« What ? » She shyly laughed.

« I want your number. » I blurt out before thinking.

She laughs shaking her head in disbelief. « Maddox Grant Stone, Westwood’s playboy, and school bad boy is asking for my number. »

I smile sheepishly and shrug. « Is there a problem ? »

She clicks her tongue. « Yes, there is. I’m your neighbor who works as a cam girl for a living, » She sighs and shakes her head again, taking a deep breath, she fixes her hard and faces me. « I’m a cam girl, not a prostitute or you’re local booty call like Cassidy. I-I’m not a toy to play with Stone. »

And my reputation proceeds me. I’ve always been a bit — promiscuous — especially ever since I saw my first pair of tits and got a funny feeling in my boxers which I soon found out was a boner. I’ve always had girls on me, with me, around me, wrapped around me. But I’ve never been with one. But something was different about Passion. It made me fascinated.

« I never said you were a toy Passion. I want your number. I like you. » I state broadly.

She smiled and rolled her eyes. « Why ? Because I flashed you my tits and pussy ? »

I let out a quiet snicker. « No, because you fascinate me. I like you. »

She nods neutrally. « Sure… »

She tells me her number and we talk shortly about school and life. She tells me she lives alone and that her family has left on business trips while I explain my father is a workaholic and my mother stays home to raise five boys. She seems so easy to talk to. She’s soon loosened up and carefree with me showing her easygoing side.

« I’ve-I’ve gotta go Stone. It was nice talking to you. » She gleams coyly her fingers twisting loose strands of hair.

« It was nice talking to you too Rush. »

Her smile widens and she waves before closing her screen which causes mine to go back to her profile. My grin spreads ear to ear and I lay back thinking about the chocolate-skinned beauty.