Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“You—I wasn’t sure if you were exaggerating.”
“Never. You get my truth always. This is what your pictures did to me.”
“Can I watch you?”
I huff out a laugh. “That’s why I called you.”
“But I want pictures too.”
“Is my wife greedy? Does your pussy ache for me?”
“Please.”
“Please, what?” I know what she wants. I want it just as badly, but I need to hear her ask for it. I don’t know why, but not being there and hearing her tell me what she needs from me makes me feel as though I’m taking care of her. I always want to take care of her.
“Show me.”
“Get naked.” I move the phone back to a position where I can see her. She tosses off the covers and pulls my T-shirt over her head. She stands, placing her phone down on the bed. I can hear her moving as she strips out of her panties. When she picks the phone back up, she’s lying on the bed. Her hair is splayed out over the pillow, and her eyes are filled with desire.
“There she is.” I smile at her. “Baby, I’m close. It’s not going to take much for me, so we need to get you there.”
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Pinch your nipple. Pretend like it’s my teeth grazing the hard bud.”
She does as I ask, a slight moan filling the air.
“Good girl,” I praise. “I wish I could taste them. Fuck, Faith, my mouth is craving your soft skin beneath my tongue.”
“Yes.”
She’s lost in the moment. “I need your fingers in your pussy, baby. I need you to pretend like they’re my cock.”
“Oh, God,” she cries out as her hand slides over her belly.
“Move the phone.”
“I can’t see you.”
“You first, wife. Always you first.” She does as she’s told and moves the phone. I watch as her thumb gently rolls over her clit. “How does it feel?” I ask her.
“Sensitive.”
“Let me see.” She moves the phone even lower, and without being told, slides her index finger through her wet pussy. I can see her arousal, but I can also hear it. My cock is leaking. I’m so turned on. I don’t know how much more I can take. “Two fingers,” I grit out. “It’s me inside you, remember?” I tell her.
“Only you.”
“That’s right, wife. Only me. Faster.” I watch the screen as she plunges two fingers in and out of her pussy. I squeeze my cock, trying to hold off. I want us to come together, but it’s only fair she gets to watch me too.
“C—Chad,” she moans.
“I’m here,” I tell her. “I’m right fucking here, and I can see you, Faith. I see the way your hand is thrusting inside my pussy. I see the evidence of how wet you are with each glide of your fingers. I can fucking hear it.”
“I—I’m going to come.”
“Good girl. Come for me, my wife. Show me how much you miss me. I want your hand soaked, just like mine is about to be.” That does it. She calls out my name, and her back arches off the bed. Her hand doesn’t stop until she’s ridden the full wave of the ecstasy rolling through her veins.
I’m desperate for relief. “Baby, I need to see you.”
She groans but pulls the phone to her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are hooded, and she’s the most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. “You with me?”
“Yeah. It’s your turn, husband,” she whispers.
“Holy fuck. Why is that so hot? You calling me your husband?” I pan the phone to my cock. “Can you see?” The desert sun is glaring down on me as I stroke myself.
“Every inch.”
Jesus. I take the cum that’s leaking to help my hand glide. I stroke from root to tip, squeezing, trying to mimic what it feels like when I’m at home inside her.
“I don’t know what to say. How can I help you?”
“You’re breathing.”
“What?”
“All you have to do is breathe, baby. You’re sexy as fuck and just gave me hours and hours of spank bank material. I just need to hear you breathe.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes, but not how you’re thinking.”
“Tell me.” There’s a plea in her voice. She needs to hear me say it just as bad as I did.
I’m desperate for release, not conversation, but I’ll never deny her anything. “It hurts that it’s my hand and not your pussy. It hurts that I don’t get to feel my fingertips glide over your smooth skin. It hurts that I’m standing here beneath this scorching sun when all I want to do is be wrapped around you in our bed. It hurts because I miss you so fucking much.”
“I miss you too.”
We’re both quiet, so I close my eyes and get back to business. My cock is swollen and painful. I need this release.