Page 85 of Falling for the Boss's Son

“I wish you were here, too,” she whispered through the phone. She wanted his hands on her.

“Soon.” His breathing sounded harsher through the phone and that turned her on even more.

She felt her orgasm building. If she were doing this on her own, she’d have increased the pressure and let things happen, but he’d told her not to come. Still, she wasn’t sure she was going to last much longer if she kept the vibrator on her clit. “Sir?”

“Are you getting close to coming?” It was as if he could read her mind.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Have you ever tried to delay orgasm before?”

She was almost afraid to answer. “No, Sir.”

“Hmm. Maybe we should work on that. Do you have a clock by your bed?”

“Yes, Sir.” She was afraid she knew where he was going with this.

“What time does it say?”

“Nine fifty-two.”

She held her breath as she waited for his next words. “You may come at ten o’clock.”

Eight minutes. While that didn’t sound like a lot of time, Cassie knew better. When she was going solo, she could come in less than two minutes. Not always. But if she was really turned on like she was now, it didn’t take much to send her over the edge.

“Did you hear me, Cass?”

“Yes, Sir. Ten o’clock.” She paused and asked the burning question. “What if I can’t hold off that long?”

“Then I’ll have to punish you.”

She had no idea what that meant, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.

A few moments passed before Jesse spoke again. “Pick up the dildo and put it in your mouth.”

That surprised her a little, but she did what he told her to do. Her lips wrapped around the fake penis, and she pushed it inside her mouth with her free hand. The silicone didn’t have too much of a taste, which she was grateful for. She’d never had a fake cock in her mouth before.

“I want you to pretend you’re sucking on my cock.”

Cassie closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was him in her mouth. She thought of Saturday when she’d been in his living room on her knees before him, feeling his taste against her tongue.

“Get it nice and wet. I want to be all lubricated before I fuck your pussy.”

His words went straight to her sex. She hummed around the fake cock, making sure to get it nice and wet.

“Remove the cock from your mouth and put it between your legs. I want you to shove it deep in your pussy. Fuck yourself like it was me fucking you.”

She positioned the fake penis at the entrance of her sex and pushed it inside. All the lubrication from her own juices and her saliva on the dildo had it sliding in with ease. It filled her, but she felt empty at the same time. She didn’t want the dildo. She wanted him.

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Cassie released a whimper.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He thought maybe she hadn’t gotten it lubricated enough, although he was pretty sure her pussy would be wet enough on its own.

“Nothing.”

He stopped rubbing his cock, needing her to tell him what was wrong. “It’s not nothing. Tell me.”

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