Page 19 of Hung Up

“Was my princess not feeling well yesterday? I’m sorry Daddy wasn’t there to help you feel better.”

My breath caught as Pierce added a finger. His tongue flicked my clit back and forth before sucking it into his mouth. “I’m feeling better now, Daddy. Except, I have this ache and I’m just”—a groan slipped out as Pierce hooked his finger—“so hot, Daddy.”

Wet noises filtered through the phone, rivaling the slurping from Pierce. If I held onto any semblance of sanity, I’d probably be embarrassed. But all I could feel was his mouth, his tongue, his fingers . . .

“Well, princess, let me help you with that. Tell Daddy,” he paused, voice straining as he spoke, “where do you hurt, baby? Where do you need Daddy to take the ache away?”

“Ugh, Daddy, it’s all over.” My eyes scrunched shut as my head fell back on my pillow.

Pierce took the opportunity to add another finger while his other hand reached up to tweak a pointed nipple. Fuck, that man was good with his hands.

He kneaded my breast, flicking the nipple in time with each flick of his tongue. The synchronicity was too great to resist. My hips rolled only twice before his arm banded down over them, pinning my hips to the bed and keeping me still.

“Why don’t you start small, okay? Is it in your tummy?” Sounds of his fist pumping filled my mind and his masturbation coupled with Pierce secretly getting me off was a lethal combination.

“No, Daddy, it’s lower . . .”

The pressure of Pierce’s arm on my abdomen shouldn’t have felt good, but for some reason it only heightened my pleasure. With each thrust of his fingers, each lick of his tongue, he rolled his forearm down my belly, stimulating my G-spot from the outside. It was incredible.

“That’s okay, princess. Just take your hands and massage the area, that’ll make it feel better, I promise.” Jackson’s voice had grown strained. He was already close. So was I.

My hand trailed down to tangle in the mop of brown hair, and I tried to lift my hips further into his face. “Daddy, it’s working, I think.”

“That’s it, baby, keep going.”

Pierce grinned into my cunt, happy to play along apparently. My orgasm was barreling down my spine and my toes curled into my sheets.

“Da—ddy,” I managed through muffled groans. My fingers tightened their grip, pulling the strands roughly, but I’d apologize for it later.

Pierce added another finger, grinding his nose into my clit as he slipped his tongue inside of me.

“I’m right here, baby,” Jackson moaned. “Come for Daddy, okay, sweetheart?”

At that moment, Pierce stared into my soul. “Come for me,” he mouthed against my cunt.

It wasn’t as if I even had a choice.

My heart nearly stopped, coming so hard my thighs squeezed Pierce’s head to the point it must’ve hurt. Desperate pants fell from me, my world spinning as sounds of Jackson finishing filtered through the line.

The thumping of my heart was palpable as I fought to stay grounded to this earth.

After a few moments, I caught my breath and smiled, eager to wrap up with Jackson so I could finish with Pierce.

“That was amazing, Jackson. I’m so sorry, again, about last night.”

“Don’t worry about it, Harper. Same time next week?”

I looked to Pierce, grinning at me while rubbing my thighs gently. He nodded slowly, a glint to his eyes told me he enjoyed that as much as I did.

“It’s a date,” I said before I hung up.

I crawled over to Pierce, pushing him to his back and laying my body over his. I rubbed his scalp and mumbled a quiet Sorry against the brown locks. “What did you think?”

Pierce kissed my lips and I tasted myself on him. I licked the seam of his lips and he opened for me, but he pulled away after a moment, tucking a tousled strand of hair behind my ear.

“That was even better than being the phone you fucked that one time.”

I stared at him blankly. But he wasn’t wrong.

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