Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I do what he instructs, hissing as I pinch both nipples and roll them between my thumb and index fingers. Instinctively, my eyes flutter closed, and I circle the pads of my fingertips over the abused nubs, but he clucks. “Nuh-uh, pinch them again. Harder.”
I crack one eye open to glare at him, but the stern look on his face says he wasn’t asking. I do it again, and this time, a cry wrenches from my throat, but my thighs are scissoring on their own and I can feel the throbbing need behind my clit. “More.”
I don’t wait for him. I push my shorts off, letting my room’s warm air brush over my bare pussy, and then I prop the phone up on a stack of pillows so he can see all of me.
“I can see how wet you are. Pinch your tits again. I want to see what your pussy does.”
I drift my hands back up and pluck at my nipples before tweaking them hard again. I don’t need him to tell me that a rush of liquid heat pulses from my core in response because I can feel it covering me.
“If I was there, I’d slick your honey up to your clit, circle it over and over. Slow . . . slower . . . at first,” he coaches me as my movements follow along with his words. “Tap it. Give that clit a little love tap.”
I do, using the flat of my fingers to tap, tap, tap, and the sharp sensation drives me higher.
“Use your fingers, Joy. Pretend they’re my tongue because I’d lick and suck and devour you. I haven’t been able to get your taste off my tongue. I want it again so fucking bad.”
Feeling naughty, I slide my finger down to my entrance, gathering my arousal to show him, and then slowly, I slide my own finger into my mouth, sucking the hot liquid from its length as if my finger is his cock. “I’m sweet,” I whisper.
“I fucking know,” he groans.
His hand’s moved out of view, and I pull my finger free and point. “Let me see you too.”
He angles the phone, and I can see that he’s already shoved his shorts off and is slowly stroking his hard cock, using his pre-come to ease his way. “Get lube and pretend it’s me,” I tell him.
The phone moves for a second as he props it up, and then I can see him pour a generous amount of clear lube into his hand before he smears it up and down his length.
“Fuuuck, Joy. I want to be inside you,” he groans.
“Tell me,” I remind him.
The veins in his neck stand out for a moment as a wave of pure pleasure washes over his face. But he blinks it away and growls, “Get your toy. You’re gonna lie there like my pillow princess and let me fuck you hard and deep.”
I grab for the drawer of my nightstand and hold up Woody. “Ready.”
He chuckles darkly. “Baby, you’re not ready for me. Yet.”
A shiver runs down my spine and goose bumps pop out along my flesh. Needy, I don’t wait for his instruction and slide the toy inside my body as far as it will go. “You feel good inside me, Dalton.”
“It’ll be even better when it’s really me,” he promises. I open my eyes, meeting his, and something powerful zings between us. We’re both imagining that we’re together, that his hand is my pussy and my toy is his cock, but there’s so much more to what we’re doing and what we’re thinking. “It’s okay, Joy. Don’t overthink it. Fuck yourself. Keep your eyes on my cock so we match the pace. We’re doing this together.”
I nod, sliding the toy in and out of me in rhythm with his strokes up and down his length. I use my other hand to tease over my clit, adding even more sensation, but I get too close, too quick. “I’m gonna come,” I warn him, half expecting him to tell me to stop.
“Good girl. Right there, keep going,” he grunts.
My eyes roll back as my lids flutter closed. I squirm my way through the explosion, crying out my pleasure as stars erupt behind my closed eyes. Panting as I float back to awareness, I force my eyes open so I can see Dalton come.
He grins evilly. “Keep going. I’m almost there,” he orders through gritted teeth.
“I already did,” I say in confusion.
“Come for me again, Joy. We’re doing this together,” he explains, repeating his earlier words. “Keep going. Hard, fast, deep. Now, Joy.”
His hand is jerking up and down his shaft, nearly out of control, and I rush to match his intensity. It’s more than I can take after coming so hard, so recently, but I do it anyway, wanting to be the sight that pushes him over his own edge.