Page 95 of Fall With Me (Sugarland Creek)

“You touch yourself thinkin’ about me?” he asks, rubbing soap over his arms and chest.

“Well, duh. You’ve been blue-ballin’ me for almost a month.”

“You don’t have balls, so that’s scientifically inaccurate.”

“Okay, smart-ass. Blue…whatever the equivalent is for a woman.”

He chuckles, my frustration clearly amusing him. “I think the term isblue bean.”

“Is it? Okay, well, then my bean is blue. Very, very blue.”

“Then you should do something about that…take off your panties, and I’ll talk you through it.”

I slowly blink, shocked at how quickly and easily he suggested that, and also hating how red my face is when I’mthe one who started this. My previous sexual experiences were mediocre and not very memorable.

But if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions kicking me in the blue bean.

“Ellie…”

His deep drawl snaps me out of my trance.

“Remove your panties for me and get under the covers.”

Swallowing hard, I focus on his voice and the motion of his arm that’s moving below the screen.

He’s already stroking his cock.

Standing, I lower my shorts and panties before sliding back into bed. I’m an expert at pleasing myself considering my embarrassing dating life, but I have no doubt that Landen Hollis talking me through it will beat every other time I’ve done it on my own.

“Now tell me how wet you are…”

Spreading my thighs, I ease my hand between my legs and find I’m already aroused.

“I’m soaked,” I admit.

“Good, because I’m rock hard and need you to come before I do. Can you do that for me?”

Nodding, I moan at how sensitive my clit is already. I rub the pad of my fingers over it and breathe through the build-up.

“Fuck, you look so hot doing that. I bet you’re throbbin’ right now.”

“I am,” I agree. “It feels so good.”

He inhales sharply as if he’s trying to hold himself off, and I like the thought of him struggling for control.

“Imagine my hands and mouth on you, baby. Licking, sucking, devouring that sweet little pussy.”

“Oh my God, yes…” My head falls back, and I nearly drop the phone in my hand.

“Don’t lose momentum, Little Devil. I wanna hear you get yourself off.”

“I’m trying…it’s right there.”

At the sound of his nickname for me, I moan as the pleasure increases.

“I wanna watch you come, darlin’. Turn the camera around.”

Quickly pulling off the covers, I tilt the phone so he can see. Vulnerability crashes through me at how exposed I am, but his throaty groans at seeing how wet I am for him help ease some of the embarrassment.

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