CHAPTER 51
Riggs
I can’t remember ever being this nervous.
All three of us are here. Ash and Elsie have rooms on the same floor as me. My sister likes to travel in style, so Elsie got us the best rooms in Los Angeles. I can see the whole city from my window.
Our presentation is ready, and I feel confident that it’s as good as it can be.
The entire production team that works on our YouTube videos dropped everything and focused on this one project, and what they came up with is nothing short of amazing, thank goodness.
The meeting with National Discovery’s board of directors is tomorrow afternoon.
That feels like too long. I wish it was in an hour.
I’m that anxious to hear their response.
Because everything is riding on this, we’re not leaving anything to chance. Ash and I had new suits tailored to fit our large frames, and we hate suits. We’ll even be wearing ties, which we swore we’d never do again when we quit our jobs to be full time YouTubers. Never say never.
I’m sitting in a plush chair in my room, looking through photos of Maddie on my phone.
If this works, there’s no reason we can’t be together.
I wonder what she’s doing now. She should be back from visiting Rhonda in New Zealand so she’s probably working at her fabric store or making dresses.
I laugh to myself. Knowing her, she’s probably doing both, making a dress at the store.
She’s good at making the best use of her time.
I stop on a photo. I forgot about these.
In our hotel back in Sweetbriar, he’s lying on the bed wearing red lingerie—a lacy bra, matching panties, and thigh-high stockings.
Her tight ass is so fine and I’m getting hard staring at it.
I shift in my chair to make room in my gray sweatpants before I scroll to the next photo, and I can’t hold back a groan.
She started posing for me when she realized I was snapping pics of her. Goddamn, she’s hot.
I can’t stand it. I head into the bathroom and grab the bottle of lotion on the counter, then head over to the shower where my clothes fly off.
Naked, I turn the shower on and let the hot water run down my back, careful not to let it get my phone wet.
I scroll to the next photo. She’s pulling one of her bra straps down her shoulder while staring into the camera.
It’s like she’s staring into my eyes. Her ruby-red lips are parted and I’m hard as iron.
I empty the entire tiny bottle of lotion into my right hand then retrieve my phone from the small shelf typically reserved for a bar of soap.
The cold lotion on the tip of my cock is a bit of a shock at first, but it quickly turns to pleasure.
I stroke down my shaft, getting everything nice and lubed and it feels so fucking good.
I scroll to the next photo. She’s pulled the other bra strap off her shoulder so the cups barely cover her perfect tits. I stroke my cock in a steady, slow rhythm. Fuck, I wish she were here.
Using my thumb, I scroll to the next pic. Her bra is off. What I wouldn’t give to have those nipples in my mouth again. I stroke my shaft faster, avoiding the tip. I don’t want to come. Not yet.
I almost lose it when I see the next pic.
I forgot about this one. She’s sitting up in the bed with her back against the headboard.
Her tits are out, and her legs are spread open.
Her hand is on the front of her panties, and she’s rubbing her pussy.
I release a tiny amount of precum and stop stroking.
Forcing steady breaths, I quickly squeeze my shaft hard while gritting my teeth, trying to keep from blowing my load.
I want to be looking at all of her when I do.
I’m dying to see those pussy lips. I growl and scroll to the next pic.
And there it is. She’s using two fingers to spread her lips apart.
It’s so beautiful and I want to ram my cock inside her so fucking bad.
I start stroking again, hard and violently fast, thrusting my hips into my hand, making my balls slap.
I clench down, building up the pressure, stroking harder.
It’s too much. I drop my phone as the first spasm hits.
I shoot come all over the glass door. My phone is getting soaked, and I don’t care.
I shoot more come, and then more. “Fuck me!” I growl.
I gently milk my cock for what’s left as I try to catch my breath.
As my erection subsides, I reach down to see if my phone survived the water.
The screen is still on so I assume it did.
I’m semi-hard as I step out of the shower and set the phone on a hand towel.
The last photo is still on the screen. I stare at it for a moment and feel my cock already getting hard again.
I feel like I could go another round as I get back in the shower. I’d give anything to have her in here with me right now, to be able to touch her, taste her, hold her and tell her how much I love her. If tomorrow goes the way I planned, I just might get that chance.