Page 26 of Bait

He grunts, and I bite back another moan as my fingers roll over my clit. This issorisky with Kempton across the room. But I’m moving so slowly, and not making a sound. At least, I hope to God I’m not.

“Make yourself come, baby girl,” he growls, making me gasp softly.

“I can’t,” I whisper as quietly as anyone has ever whispered before.

“My roommate is still—”

“It wasn’t a discussion.”

Igroan, biting back the gasp of pleasure as his firm words and my own fingers send pleasure through my core.Fuckis it hot when he talks like that. When hecommandslike that.

“Touch your pussy, Anastasia,” he purrs into the phone. “Play with that pretty little cunt and make it come for me.”

…And I do.

I bite back the moan as I push my fingers wetly through my folds, rolling the hard nub of my clit before sinking two fingers deep inside. My breath catches, and my hips rock against my hand as the pleasure ripples through me. I pause for one second, slipping my head from under the covers and going still. But all I hear is the slow, rhythmic breathing that lets me know Kempton is asleep, and with that, I slide back under the sheets, and my hand delves back between my legs.

“Are you touching yourself, baby girl?”

“Yes.”

“Keep doing it,” he growls. “Play with that little cunt for me. Is it nice and wet?”

“Yes,” I moan breathlessly, rolling my clit under my fingertips again and again.

There’s a low grunt on the other end of the phone, and when I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of his breathing, and of his pleasure as he strokes his cock for me, I imagine him here, in the bed with me.

“You didn’t shower when you got home, did you?”

Igroan, shaking my head.

“No, sir,” I gasp quietly.

Oliver grunts. “I could tell from the picture you sent. Do you know why?”

I can only whimper in response.

“Because I could see mycumdripping out of your pretty little pussy. I could see the mess I made of your cunt. You can still feel me there, can’t you. You can feel how sticky your pussy is with my cum.”

I moan as quietly as I can, pleasure flooding through me as I slide my fingers deep and grind my clit against my palm. He’s right, I can feel his sticky cum still dripping out of me and knowing that it’s his cum that I’m rubbing into my clit has me so close to falling off that edge.

“My cock is stillwetfrom you, Ana,” he growls. “I’m stroking it up and down, and it’sniceand big for you, baby girl.”

I gasp, my pulse racing faster and my body starting to tremble and seize up.

“Oliver…”

“Comefor me, Ana,” he grunts, his groans getting louder in my ear. “Make that pussy come for me. Make a fuckingmessfor me.”

My fingers slide deep inside, curling right against that perfect spot just as I grind my clit into my hand, and when I hear him groan so deeply with his own release, I can’t hold back anymore.

I shove my free hand against my mouth, muffling my cries as I come again and again and again, my whole body trembling and shaking as I listen to Oliver Bard growl his own climax into my ear.

“Anastasia,” he growls lowly, purring out my name.

“Did you…”

“Yes,” he grunts, and I moan as I give my clit one last stroke with my fingertips.

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