Page 101 of The Fix

I’ve heard it all.

All the way to my balls.

“What would you do if I waited ’til later to rub one off for you?” No response. “Or didn’t touch my cock at all?”

I tsk into the mic. “My pristine little Ms. Prune is a voyeur, isn’t she?”

I growl into the phone, and Anna squeaks out a tiny sound in response.

My heart pinches. My dick thickens.

“Get horizontal, Anna,” I rasp, and a heat blooms behind my ribs. “I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue through this phone.”

A whimper, small and almost non-existent, feeds over the line and my dick throbs.

I don’t bother tampering my fast breaths as I tug down the waistband of my shorts. There’s something that’s just so fucking hot about hearing Anna try so hard not to react to me. To this.

To us.

It’s inexorable.

We’re inescapable.

“You and me, Mama,” I breathe into the phone and fist my hard-as-steel dick. “There’s no stopping this.”

Her tiny gasp nestles its way into my ear and my eyes roll back.

“Now shove those fingers in that cunt and let me hear how juicy it is.”

For a moment, it’s quiet. So quiet that I pull the device from my head to make sure she didn’t hang up on me.

Sure enough, the screen lights up, her name and a picture I found online of her illuminating my face.

Still there.

And that’s when I hear it.

The sound of flesh on slicked flesh, and I groan.

“Fuuuuck, Mama …” My balls draw up. “That’s me. My dick sliding in and out of that wet cunt.”

Anna can shove her face in a pillow, or bite down on her shirt all she wants. Do whatever she thinks stifles the sounds coming from her.

I hear every fucking bit of it.

I stroke my dick, matching the noise.

“Taking you. Fucking you. That’s me inside you, Anna.” I grip my swollen head to tame the orgasm threatening me too soon. “Making you feel so, so good.”

My neck arches back, the muscles taut as chills rack over my skin. “Making you mine.”

Anna makes a sound that’s somewhere between a gasp and a moan and I know she’s close.

“Spread those legs, Anna,” I choke out, my dick’s pulse beating against my palm. “Let me come in that cunt and make it mine. Only mine.”

There’s no mistaking the dampened mewl on her end on the line, no mistaking the way my words do exactly what she needs.

What no one else has done for her.

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