Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
“Yes, please.”
He makes a sound in the back of his throat. “Not tonight. Take your pants off.” I step out of my jeans and toss them in the hamper.
“What do you want me to take off next?”
“Pull your covers down first and get into bed,” he orders.
I turn down my comforter in a rush, pillows tumbling to the floor, and clamber onto the mattress. “I’m in bed.”
“Good girl. What do you have left to take off?”
“My bra, panties, and socks.” I rub my thighs together. I’m pretty sure we’re about to have phone sex.
“Hmm… Tell me about your bra and panties.” His voice is deliciously compelling.
I look down at myself. I could lie and tell him I’m wearing a matching lace set, but honestly, I don’t think that’s what he wants to hear. “I’m wearing the same bra I had on the day you crashed my date.”
He exhales heavily. “I still don’t regret that. What about your panties?”
“They’re boy shorts. Seamless with a blue and white cheetah pattern.”
“And your socks?”
“Team colors.”
“Take off the bra and panties but leave the socks on.”
I give the phone a look, which he can’t see, but I do as he asks. “I’m naked apart from my socks. Now what, Hollis?”
“Where to start?” He hums softly.
It sounds like he’s moving around in his bed. I picture him shirtless, one hand tucked behind his head, the other fisting his generous erection.
“Where are your hands?” he asks softly.
I look down at my naked body. “The right one is cupping my breast.”
“And the left?”
“Is fisting the sheets.”
“I want you to bring that one to your lips.”
“Which set?”
He chuckles. “The ones above your neck.”
I follow the order. “Now what?”
“Drag them gently down your throat.”
I do, shivering at the sensation, a soft moan leaving my lips.
“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Now follow your collarbones until you reach your breast.”
I do as he asks. “I’m there.”
“Are your nipples hard?”
“Yes.”
“I couldn’t resist them the other night,” he admits. “Circle the left one with your fingertip and pinch the right.”
I suck in a gasping breath as the sensation ripples through my body.
“That’s it. Do it again. That’s the fucking sound I can’t get out of my head,” he growls.
I pinch and tug, circle and moan. “I need more.”
“Trail your right hand down your stomach,” he orders. “But slowly.”
I groan and follow his command, sliding my fingers over my stomach, eyes closed, imagining it’s his hands on my body, his fingers pulling at my nipple, skimming my stomach.
“Stop before you touch your pussy.”
“I’m so achy, Hollis.”
“I know, Princess. We’re going to fix that,” he cajoles.
I’m vibrating with anticipation. I can’t get enough of his voice in my ear. My breath comes faster as I wait for the next directive.
“Drag one finger through your slit, but just one.” His breathing is labored now.
I groan as I graze my clit. “Should I get my vibrator?”
He chuckles darkly. “Baby girl, you came from rubbing yourself on my cock fully dressed. You don’t need your vibrator to get off.”
He has a point. It’s just a lot easier with assistance. “But you’re not here to help.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you there. Circle your clit, nice and slow, and tell me how it feels.”
I rub lazy circles around the wet, swollen flesh. “Good. It feels good.”
“Is it helping with the ache?” His voice is so soft in my ear.
“I need more,” I whimper.
“Slide two fingers into that sweet little pussy.”
I moan at the low timbre of his voice and his words. I curl my fingers, and it makes a liquid sound.
“Ah, fuck. I can hear that,” he grunts.
I curl my fingers again.
“Yes. That’s it. Good girl. Now rub your clit again, before you add another finger.”
“I wish it was you. I want it to be you,” I whimper as I circle my clit, harder this time, faster, chasing the wave of bliss. I’m panting now, my body covered in a sheen of sweat as sensation builds and spirals.
“Three fingers, Princess. Fill that pussy for me,” he grinds out.
I start with two, curling once, twice, before I add the third. I bite my lip, used to muffling the noises I make.
“Stop trying to be quiet. I want to hear you.”
I can picture him, muscles tight and corded, expression severe, his hand sliding up and down his cock. And I imagine what it would be like to be filled by him, to have his hands on my bare hips, moving me over him. Fucking me. Filling me. I gasp as I find that spot inside that makes fire rush through my veins. I press the heel of my palm against my clit and roll my hips while I curl my fingers. And I moan, long and loud as the orgasm gathers like a storm.
“That’s it. That’s the sound I want more of.”
“I-I-I—” The words are lost as bliss washes through me, weighing me down and making me feel like I’m floating at the same time. I’m chanting oh, God, my body shaking, my hips rolling.