Page 70 of Swamp Kings 1

“You made it,” she answered.

“I did,” he said, his pulse racing at the sound of her voice as he gripped the base of his cock in a merciless chokehold. “What are you doing?”

“Was just laying in bed waiting for you.”

He moved his hand slowly along his shaft. “Why are you helping me?” He needed to hear her say it. Whatever the answer was.

“Because…” She took a breath and let it out. “I see you as one of my best friends, and I know that may sound stupid.”

“Why would that sound stupid?” he asked, his heartbeat in his balls as he opened wider.

“I don’t know,” she said, sounding like she smiled.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, closing his eyes as another wave of pleasure rolled through him as silence filled the line.

“Thank you,” she finally said, her voice soft and lilting. “So are you.”

Mmmm, fuck, her voice. She was using her gift, likely not even aware. “What do you think is beautiful about me?”

Her throaty laugh tingled over his skin. “Everything.”

He stroked over the head, spreading his precum all over the tight ridge. “Surely you have a favorite thing.”

“Definitely your eyes. And nose. And mouth, top three.”

“Do you want to know what I think is beautiful on you?”

She made strained worried sounds. “I guess that’s only fair.”

“Your ass in those jeans. Your ass in that bathing suit that one time I reprimanded you at the pool. You walked off and I got an eyeful of that perfection. And your mouth. It produces some of my very favorite things. Your smile taking first place among other things.”

“What other things?” she asked, definitely smiling, and aroused he could hear.

“Everything else you do with your mouth. Did you know your voice over the phone is the most arousing sound I’ve ever heard?”

She gave him a big nervous laugh. “I’mnottrying to do that!”

He stroked the slit on his cock, his breaths thickening. “Are you sure?”

“I am,” she swore. “So, you mentioned needing to talk about something. That’s why I’m here if… I mean if you need to.”

“Are you ready to hear me say all those wicked things?”

“I mean… I said I would.”

“You can change your mind,” he said, lifting his hips off the bed and pushing into his tight fist.

“No, I’m not changing my mind.”

“Do you want to know what I’m doing right now?”

“Uhhh if you… need to tell me.”

Her fear delivered a firm lick along his balls. “I do need to tell you. But I need you to need it.”

She filled his ear with several nervous breaths. “I do.”

“You do what?”

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