Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Wouldn’t have made the statement for you to call me. Seeing as you’re there and I’m here, much to my fuckin’ dismay, what are you doing, cherry?” I let out a small laugh.
“Oh, we’re playing it this way. How daring do you want to be, Toren?”
“As daring as you want, Indy. Heard you in the shower earlier. Been thinking about you naked and dripping wet ever since.” My core throbs. Clenching my thighs doesn’t relieve the need whatsoever, never mind the fact that my breasts tingle with the thrill of where this is going.
“And here I thought I was being quiet.” I crawl up the bed on my knees, cradling the phone in the crook of my neck and shoulder while I get situated.
“Glad as fuck you weren’t. Made my imagination run wild. Been hard as a rock ever since. Didn’t matter that I jacked my cock earlier. Now I’m sitting here, wanting to know what you’re doing, cherry. You gonna tell me?” This so very cliché, but I don’t seem to care.
“You did that? Were you thinking about me while you were in the shower like I did you?” I’m evading his question for now.
“Got my hand wrapped around my dick, lying in bed, and waiting to hear what you’re doing, Indy. And fuck yeah, I thought about you. Came so damn fast it wasn’t even funny.” My head meets the pillow, my eyes close, and my hand is already reaching between my thighs.
“I’m in bed, too, naked except for my panties, which are soaked through by the way, thanks to someone and his lust-inducing kisses.” A low moan slips from my lips.
“Can’t wait to see all that beauty, witness what you’re doing to yourself. You’d put on one hell of a show for me, cherry.” His voice makes my body quiver.
“Toren.” I slip my fingers inside my panties, slowly strumming the top of my mound, waiting to see where this leads next.
“I’m leading, you’re following. I’ll tell you what I want you to do to your sweet-as-sin body and I’ll give you a replay of what I’m doing thinking about what you’re doing.” There’s that dominant energy he portrays so sexily. “You with me, cherry?”
“Yeah, I am.” I’m already in the moment, so close to coming that I know this won’t take me long at all.
“Imagine my hands are yours. I’ve got one hand cupping your breast, fingers pinching and pulling your needy nipples.” A whimper escapes me. I’m already doing what he’s describing. “Christ, like that sound.” I hear a slight rustle on the other end of the line. My mind wanders, thinking about him on full display— muscles, the slight smattering of hair on his chest, wondering if it leads to his cock that he’s got his hand wrapped around.
“More.” The tip of my finger slides lower as I work one nipple then the other. He didn’t tell me to, but there’s no way I can do one without the other.
“Fuck yeah, gonna make your beautiful pussy feel damn good, Indy. Spread your legs nice and wide. You there, cherry?” he asks, but I’m already doing as he asked, dying for his next command.
“Yeah.” I look down at myself. Perspiration dots my body.
“One finger. Run it from top to bottom. Get it nice and wet for me.” When my finger finds my bundle of nerves, I can’t hold back my moan. Toren echoes my sentiment. “I’m pinching the tip of my dick, having to hold back from coming before you get there. That’s how worked up you have me.”
“Don’t hold back. I’m close, too.”
“You tellin’ me what to do, cherry?” There’s a subtle tease to his tone. “Fuck, you asked for it. I’ve got my hand wrapped around my dick, using my pre-cum to guide my path, much like I’m sure you’re using yours on your pretty clit. Can’t wait to get my mouth on you, Indy.” His breathing turns ragged. “You like me telling you what I’m doing, I’ll keep going. Each stroke makes me want to be buried inside your pussy. Slip your finger inside, only one right now.”
“Oh god, Tor.” Wet heat meets my finger. My pussy throbs. “More.”
“Not yet. You still playing with your nipples?” The downside of phone sex is trying to formulate a coherent sentence when all I want to hear is his voice and the sounds he’s making on the other end of the line.
“Yes, more,” I beg, then say, “Please.”
“Fuck me, add another finger, cherry. Stretch yourself for me, yeah? Slide them in and out. Do what you like, but imagine it’s me. You’ve got my cock so damn hard, wish you were here, watching as I do this, and had your mouth wrapped around my dick.”
“Shit.” My hips buck up, helping my hand. I’m riding so close to the edge. “Close,” I mumble, hearing our combined breaths, eyes closed, head shaking back and forth. I don’t want this feeling to end, yet I want it to consume me at the same time.