Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
"How do you want me tonight, Tex?" she asks.
A thousand different possibilities run through my mind in an erotic parade. I want her above me, riding my cock hard. I want her on her knees in front of me, screaming as I fuck her from behind. I want her writhing in pleasure beneath me, begging me not to stop.
"On your knees," I growl, fisting my cock.
A rustling comes down the line as she complies with my demand. I can't help but grin at the confirmation that she wants this just as much as I do. I think most phone sex operators lie their way through every encounter. They fake it until it's over and then move on to the next. Arwen hasn't faked a damn thing with me since the beginning.
"I love the way you look in the center of that big bed," I murmur into the telephone, stroking my cock slowly. "You're a seductress with your head thrown back and your perfect little breasts on display. My cock aches for you already."
Her breath hitches.
"You like knowing that, don't you?" I ask.
"Yes."
I grin at her honest answer. "Touch yourself for me, Arwen. Slide your hand down that curvy little body and feel how wet you already are for me."
She moans softly as she touches herself.
I close my eyes, imagining her hand and perfectly manicured pink nails trailing down her curvy body before disappearing between her legs.
"Tex. I'm so wet," she groans.
"Good." My balls ache at the surprise in her tone, as if she can't quite believe she really responds to me this way. As if she can't believe just the anticipation of my call made her so hot.
I ensured that response the first night I called, coaxing her into confessing her deepest desires and then using every trick I knew to talk her into back-to-back orgasms. If she has to do this to get herself through grad school while feeling like she's carved out a little independence, I want it to be a good memory for her.
"I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers," I order her. "Ride your hand like it's mine. Can you do that for me, darlin'?"
"Oh, God," she groans, her breath rate increasing audibly. "Yes, Tex."
"Then do it, little one. Pretend your hand is mine and finger yourself for me." I wait until she moans again, letting me know that she's doing exactly as I demanded. As soon as I hear that sweet sound, I pump my cock, desire burning through me even hotter than before. "Your pretty little pussy is so tight around my fingers. I can feel your walls clenching every time I press deeper."
She moans wordlessly in response.
"Your juices are trickling down my hand already, darlin'. The entire room smells like sex, like you. I'm starving for you, Arwen," I rasp, closing my eyes and letting the truth of that statement wind its way through me. "I see the way your head rolls on your shoulders, exposing that lovely throat to me every time I press against your g-spot. I want to sink my teeth into your neck and mark you there. You want it too, don't you?"
"Please." Her confirmation is nothing more than a deep groan.
"Come for me, darlin’, and maybe I will," I tease her, my voice thick with the desire to do precisely that. The thought of her skin beneath my lips, of pressing my tongue to the pulse in her throat, of seeing my mark on her…Jesus. "I'll leave proof on that beautiful body that you're mine, little one. Mine to touch. Mine to please. Mine to fuck."
"Oh!" She cries out in surprise at the emphasis I put on that word.
I expected nothing less. I may be a jackass, but I know her. I know what she wants, what she craves, what turns her on, and what makes her tick. She wants to be possessed and cherished at the same time. She wants to be claimed and adored, loved beyond all reason. She's fiercely independent, but she's shy and sweet too. She needs someone to steady her and help her fly, someone willing to let her explore every facet of herself inside the bedroom and out.
I'm dying to be that man for her. Fuck, if she let me, I'd never tell her no or hold her back. I'd teach her everything she wanted to learn and then some. No one would hurt her. No one would frighten her.
"After you come on my fingers for me, I'm going to bury my head between your legs and eat you until you can't take any more. Let me have it, little one," I command, my hand flying over my cock now. "Let me taste that sweet pussy again."
"Oh, oh, Tex!" she cries out.
I fist my cock, listening in satisfaction as she comes for me.