Page 23 of The Enforcer

"Do you want it?"

"I want it inside of me," she said. "God, I want it inside me so bad. I miss being stretched out by your cock. I miss when it hurts just a little bit but makes me feel so fucking good."

"Oh, fuck." I didn't realize I said that out loud until she responded. I began to stroke my cock. It wasn't the same. It wouldn't be the same unless it was her soft fingers caressing my skin, teasing my cock, urging it to get stiffer, harder. "You want me inside of you, baby?"

She moaned her response.

"Are you touching yourself?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. Your voice..." She moaned again.

"Good, baby. I want to hear you come for me. I want you to come so hard, I feel you all the way in fucking California. Slide her fingers into your tight, slick cunt. I want you to finger fuck yourself until it's too much for you. Until you have no other choice but to spray everywhere. Do it for me. Fuck, do it for you. I want you to feel good, I want -"

I hadn't realized I was on my own brink of an orgasm until I felt my pelvis get tight.

"Oh, God."

"Come for me, Joaquin. Baby, come for me."

"God, I want to come inside of you. I want to shoot my shit up inside of you until you are dripping with me."

I could hear her moaning and knew she was coming, and one more stroke sent me there as well.

By the time we finished, we were breathless.

Jesus.

I had never done that before.

I hadn't realized it could be so powerful.

"I'll call you later," I said, barely able to form words.

"Okay," she replied.

I didn't remember hanging up the phone before I immediately passed out.