Page 86 of Crave Me

My heart tumbles in my chest, throbbing painfully against my ribcage. This man has the biggest heart, even when he’s drunk at two a.m.

Me:

I wish you were here, too

My phone rings with an incoming FaceTime call and I answer it, a smile all over my face.

“Hi.”

“Yoursobeautiful.”

“You’re so drunk.”

“I am. Gotta be quiet. Brothers are crashed out hard though. Show me that pussy, baby.”

A breath rushes from my lips.

“Dallas . . .”

“Princess, don’t make me repeat myself,” he slurs. I set the phone down and shimmy out of my panties, pulling the blankets back off me. “Show me what I love.”

I spread my legs and move the phone between them so that he can see.

“Spread wide, baby girl.”

I do as he says, spreading my legs wider and he moans loudly.

I look down my body, seeing his face that’s lit up by the light of his phone. His eyes are glassed over, that look of desire written all over his features.

“Touch yourself. I am. I want to get off watching you touch yourself.”

I stay quiet, moving my free hand between my legs and slipping my fingers through my center, finding myself already wet. I dip into my core, gathering up the wetness there and moving up to circle my clit.

“That’s it, baby, rub that clit.” He’s breathing just as hard as I am, his camera shaking, and I know it’s because he’s jerking himself off, which turns me on further. Thinking about his hand rubbing up and down on that thick, pierced cock like I’ve seen him do before. I press down harder on that sweet spot between my legs, a moan releasing from my lips.

“Dallas, I want you here.”

“I know, my princess. I want to make you come all over my face, wanna lick up all that sweet cum.”

“Oh fuck, Dallas.” I rub faster, my hips bucking, chasing the impending orgasm.

“That’s my good fuckin’ girl. Come for me.”

I combust, my orgasm swirling through my body, waves of pleasure pulsing through me.

“Baby, I’m coming, fuck.” His moans fuel me, pushing me to a new height, flying high, and loving every second of the bliss.

My orgasm ebbs, and I pull my phone back up to my face.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” I confess. “But I’m not complaining.”

He looks at me happily loopy and exhausted, his eyes heavy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well, princess. Thank you.”

“See you tomorrow.”

We hang up and my body aches to be wrapped up in the safety of his big arms. Within a few moments, sleep claims me too.

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