My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 152: Does He Trust Me?

(Arata)

(NSFW Content Ahead)

I was slightly afraid that Azul might say no or would be offended that I slept with Karsten. But he was as understanding as ever.

Knowing what I needed, not pushing his opinion. Realising what I was going through.

Sometimes he appeared too good to be true but then I realised he acted the way others wanted him to.

He was an internet sensation, someone’s persona to provide pleasure.

But did he have to listen to a random girl rant to him?

I highly doubted he did that with every girl he had slept with.

I waited rather impatiently for his call, knowing he must be preparing his setting as I had requested to watch him jerk live.

Getting up, I slumped on the comfy one-seater with my dolphin pillow clutched to my chest. My eyes wavered to the life-size aquarium, where fish peacefully swam.

How wonderfully calm and different life would have been, if I was born a fish. The idea put a smile on my face, the wild thoughts never left me alone.

My eyes wavered to my phone again and again and I found myself counting seconds.

His call came exactly after 21 minutes and 5 seconds.

Damn! I was becoming like Karsten, counting even seconds.

Quickly I accepted it, my heart beating so fast that its sound clogged my ears.

The neon blue light welcomed me as I focused and found Azul lazily resting on what seemed like an enormous couch.

The light around him was dull neon blue, which carved his figure perfectly but kept everything else dark.

The camera of his phone, which he seemed to have mounted on a stand, was focused on his perfectly sculpted body.

From head to toe, he seemed to have been clad in black and I couldn’t see any inch of his skin except his eyes. They glowed like two sapphires.

The mask even covered his head, and the design was such that it appeared to have been stitched on his forehead in crisscross patterns.

His right arm rested on the sofa’s back while his left rested lazily over his stomach with his leather-covered hand cupping his manhood.

"Phoenixxx!" He drawled out in a very heavy but sexy voice. Those peepers of his seemed to stare directly into my soul.

A delicious shudder went down my spine as I watched him slowly glide his left hand, up and down on his hardened member.

I could see the massive bulge through his pants and my mind wandered to so many occasions he had soothed the burning hunger inside me.

Mesmerised, I watched, unable to blink or breathe for a few seconds. What a fine specimen he was, looking like an escaped ninja from some Japanese TV show, ready to jerk himself off just for my pleasure.

"Azul!" My voice shook as I called him.

"You look beautiful. Always a sight for my sore eyes," he said in a heavy tone, tilting his head just a notch.

I couldn’t hide the smile creeping on my lips. If only, he knew what a remarkable sight he himself was.

"Thank you for coming."

"Always. Now be a good girl and put your hand inside your panties and imagine it’s my cock pleasuring you," he dreamily said, leaning back on the sofa and slowly pulling down his zipper.

My heart raced with excitement and I did as he had said, touching myself, imagining his hands and hardness to be pressing onto my intimacy.

His hardened member came into view, the only part he was showing me today. He zoomed in on the camera, and I could see a pearl of precum resting on his mushroom head.

"Like what you see, Arata." He gave himself a gentle squeeze. "Now insert your finger inside you and give me a moan, imagining this is entering you," he lustfully said, stroking his visible length.

I could see the blue streaks covering his member and my mouth watered to rub my tongue over it.

As my finger entered my wetness, I let out a small moan–my mouth flying open.

"That’s my good girl. If only I was there with you, I would grab the back of your head and slowly put this inside your mouth, letting these silken lips wrap around my thickness..." he grunted, his thumb stroking his length.

His words set my body on fire.

An insatiable ache built up between my legs which my fingers couldn’t take away, no matter how fast I tried to plunge them in and out.

My back arched as another whimper fell through my parted lips.

"That’s the Phoenix, I know; keep going..." he encouraged, his hand now tightening against his length as he continued to stroke and show me. The precum had turned into thick foam, which consistently leaked from his tip as his hips buckled and thrust upwards as if he were entering me.

"Imagine my body covering you from behind, pressing down on you, jerking inside you, letting your inner walls clamp against my thickness...imagine how delicious that would be..." his voice dropped down to whispers of seduction and they made my core leak in abundance.

I wanted to cry from the pleasures he was providing me from merely his words and the live streaming of his throbbing cock.

Suddenly, I hoped the walls were thick enough for my moans not to seep out and reach Karsten, or I would never hear the end of it.

"In and out...firstly slow and then fast...while my hands grab your hair, pulling your head back so I can claim your lips," he viciously said, but the words made me lose all self-control, and a loud moan escaped me.

My fingers had soaked from my abundantly flowing fluids, even covering my palms as an orgasm danced right on the tip.

"Open your mouth. Open it as wide as you can and imagine my cock sliding along your tongue, down to your throat... restricting your airflow." His silken smooth but dark voice came as he picked up the pace on his hardened member.

Even with the black leather on his hand, I could see how tightly his fingers coiled around him.

I screamed my pleasure, my back acting like a taut bow as I shuddered and exploded on my hand.

"Phoenix!!! Oh! My Phoenix!!!"

In the same instant, his seed sputtered out like a ribbon of white, so contrasting against the all-black.

It spiralled all over his stomach as his body shuddered, the muscles rippling under the skin-tight black attire he had on.

We both came while drinking each other through the phone screen.

Greedily...desperately...

I gasped for breath from this exhilarating experience, all energy seemed to have dissipated from my body as I slumped back against the plush sofa and my eyes shuttered close.

"Phoenix....you are so beautiful...open your eyes and let me see you..." he requested, bringing the camera closer to his hidden face. Only his eyes behind fake glowing lenses I could see. I upped the camera towards my face and my reflection was reflected in his eyes.

And then it dawned on me.

He trusted me, that was the only reason he made such a live video call.