Page 49 of Hotter 'N Hell

I chuckled. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t wished they’d given us another twenty minutes.”Or an hour.

“Twenty minutes, huh? What would we have done?”

More rustling. She was in bed. That was the covers. I squeezed my dick.

“Found a light, for starters. I wanted to see your tits again.”

“Oh,” she breathed. She was aroused.

“Stood you up and pulled those shorts and soaked panties off so I could look at your pussy,” I told her as I started slowly pumping my cock.

“Ohh.”

“Saylor.”

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?” I asked, already knowing but wanting the image painted for me.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “But I’m in bed, and hearing your voice, talking about it…I just need to touch myself a little.”

Fuck. That’s a good girl. Or a bad one. A very bad one who was going to be my undoing.

“What are you wearing?” I asked, closing my eyes.

“A nightie. It’s light pink.”

Jesus.

“Panties?”

“No,” she said just above a whisper.

I let out a low groan as pre-cum leaked from my tip.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Sitting on my sofa with my cock in my hand, pumping it while imagining you in a pink nightie with your legs spread open and those dainty fingers of yours sliding over your wet pussy.”

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“You have no idea how bad I want my mouth there, lapping up all that wetness. So that it’s all I can smell, your taste coating my tongue.”

“Jude,” she gasped into the line. Her soft voice sent jolts of heat straight to my cock. “I want to feel you inside me. Stretching me. I felt it. It’s big. I want that being thrust inside me over and over.”

I was gonna come. I pinched the head to stop myself. Not yet. I wasn’t ready for this to end. “Your little hole is so tight. You squeezed my two fingers so hard; I wasn’t sure if you could take more.”

“Ah, yes. Fuck, I can. I want it. Buried so deep.” She moaned my name again.

I wasn’t going to be able to hold it back. “Mmm, those blue eyes looking up at me as I explode inside you.”

“Oh. OH. I want to feel your cum fill me, shoot into me, leak from my pussy,” she said, then cried out.

That image, those words.

My hips came off the sofa as I let out a low growl while my cum shot out pump after pump, thinking of her legs open to see her pussy as my semen oozed out slowly. I jerked, spasmed, and groaned.

I sat there, covered in my release, breathing hard. I’d have ended up jerking off to her anyway tonight. Having her in my ear while I had done it was a million times better.

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