Page 92 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"Why not? I’ll do whatever you ask. Like, if you asked me to play with myself, I would."

"So we're really going to do this?" she says.

"I mean, I've been missing you like a motherfucker. So if you're down, I am."

"You really want to have phone sex?"

"No. What I really want is to fuck you hard and fast and have you screaming my name like you did when I was at your apartment. But unfortunately, that's not a possibility right now."

"I guess," she says, biting down on her lower lip. "So show me again."

"What do you want to see?" I say.

"I want to see your face and your chest and your cock."

"I'll show you my cock again if you show me those breasts," I say.

"Fine." She pulls up her top and holds the camera above her.

I stare at her juicy, luscious breasts. "Fuck, I want to suck on those nipples so badly right now," I say. "Play with them for me."

"What?" She giggles nervously.

"Touch them. Pretend they're my fingers."

"Max, I don't know. I've never done anything like this before."

"Close your eyes and just listen to me. Do as I say."

"Um…"

"Just do it, Lila."

"Fine. I guess you are my boss."

"Exactly." I grin as I settle back into the bed. "Run your fingers down your chest, slowly."

"Okay," she whispers.

"Now, move your right thumb against your nipple and flick it gently. Imagine it's my thumb. Now, use your index finger and pinch slowly. Imagine it's my fingers. If I was there right now, I'd lower my mouth onto your nipple and my teeth would sink into your areola and I'd tug and pull and suck."

"Oh, yeah?" she whispers. "And then what would you do?"

"And then I'd run my tongue all the way down your stomach and I'd pull your panties off with my teeth, and you'd moan." She moans loudly then, and I grunt. "Yeah, just like that. And then I'd flick the tip of my tongue against your clit one, two, three, four times until you were wet for me. Put your fingers on your clit. Tell me, how wet are you?"

"As wet as Niagara Falls," she says, moaning.

"Slide your fingers back and forth."

"Only if you slide your fingers up and down your hard cock," she says. "Imagine they're my fingers. Imagine I'm there next to you and I'm lowering my mouth and swallowing you whole. I'm bobbing my head one, two, three."

"And then I'll twist you around," I say, getting into it. "And I'd put your butt on my face and suck your asshole and lick it clean. Then I'd switch to your clit and fuck you with my tongue as you go down on my cock."

"And I'd bounce on your face," she says. "In time with your cock sliding down my throat."

"And I'd thrust into your mouth," I say. "Fuck." My hands move up and down and I can feel myself close to coming. "Are you as turned on as I am?"

"Yes," she says. "Don't stop."

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