Page 102 of Off Pitch

He and I are both breathing heavily as we slide off the remainder of our clothing, leaving us both bare in front of our phone screens.

“Goddess, Harlow,” he says, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and bringing it with him as he sits back against the headboard again. “You’re a fuckinggoddess.“ His hand finds his dick, and he tightly grasps it, slowly pumping his shaft a few times.

“What do you want me to do, Knox?” I ask, already breathless with how hot I feel right now.

“Spread your legs. Let me see that perfect cunt.” I do as he asks, and he groans from the other end. “Goddamn, Lo. You’re already dripping, aren’t you?”

I slowly take a finger and drag it against my folds. “So wet. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Me too, baby. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and the way you moan when I sink my cock into you. I can’t be there, so let me hear you instead. Show me how you fuck yourself when I’m not around.”

Knox’s filthy words only make me feel hotter. The only way to cool down will be to find my release first. So I ask, “How then? With just my hand? Or should I use a toy?”

“Toy,” he pants. “Let me watch you get off as you fuck yourself with a toy, imagining it’s me.”

“You think I’ll be imagining it’s you?” I say as I reach over the phone to get to my nightstand drawer, leaving the only view be my tits hanging in front of the camera. I can hear him groan as I return to the screen with my favorite dildo and bullet vibrator in hand.

“Fuck…you just grabbed a dildo. You better be imagining it’s me.”

“I don’t know,” I tease. “Maybe I’ll think about Lane tonight.”

“The fuck you will,” Knox says, amusement falling from his face. “You’re mine, remember? You should only be thinking about your boyfriend.”

“Fake boyfriend,” I reply with a smirk.

“Doesn’t matter,” he says, smirking back slightly. “Real or fake, my cock is the only one you should imagine fucking you.”

I involuntarily moan at the possessiveness. “Don’t worry, baby.I always imagine it’s you.”

“Then show me what you do. But keep it down. I don’t need the entire hotel to hear what you sound like. That’s only for me.”

“I make no promises,” I say with a smile as I slide the dildo up my thigh, positioning it right between my legs. “If I’m imagining it’s you, being quiet may be impossible.”

I can see the pride wash over his face. “Slide that into your pussy, Harlow. I’m dying over here waiting for you.”

“So impatient,” I say, laughing lightly. I start to slide the dildo in, and I throw my head back and moan. “Fuck, Knox. I really wish this was you.”

“So do I. I really fucking wish it was me.”

He still has a tight grip on his dick and starts slowly pumping his shaft as I push the dildo in to the hilt. “I think I’m going to need a larger one now. You’re so much bigger.”

“Did that one used to be big for you?”

“Used to be… until a few weeks ago.” I start pumping the dildo with my hand while my other flicks on the bullet vibrator. “Now, what to do with this one.”

Knox is stroking faster now. “I don’t care where you start with it as long as it ends between your legs.”

I start by teasing the vibrator over my nipples, enjoying the sensation before I slowly slide it down my stomach, inching it closer and closer to the desired spot. When I finally reach my clit, I can’t help but moan.“Fuck…”

“There you go, baby.” My eyes are closed now, but I can hear him stroking himself faster. “Just like that.”

“Knox,” I moan. “This feels so good.”

“Better than me?” he asks breathlessly.

“Never.” I can already feel my orgasm closing in. I had myself so worked up that I should’ve known I wouldn’t last long. “Nothing is better than you.”

“Fuck, Harlow.” Knox softly moans. “You gonna come all over those toys?”

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