Page 131 of Mr. Broody

“Yeah.”

“You know what I love best about fucking you?” I slide my precum all over the tip of my dick.

“What?”

“I love how you tense when you think I’m about to touch you in a sensitive area. It’s only for a split second, but I fucking love it. And then the small moans you make when I finally touch you, like it’s your way of telling me you like it and want more. The way your eyes hood with lust, but the look in them as you stare at me.” I groan deep in my throat. “Like I’m your savior and the only man to ever get you off.”

“You know my body better than anyone.”

“I know, baby, and I want you to remember that right now. It’s my fingers on your clit. It’s my fingers gently circling and playing with it.”

“God, Henry.”

“I wish I was there so I could coat my finger with your taste, tease your opening, and let you grind your pussy onto my palm, taking what you want, using me as your toy to get off. I want to see the way your breathing increases, how your lips part a smidge, and your hands fist the sheets. I want your body writhing, fighting to keep your orgasm at bay because you want to experience what I’m giving you even longer.”

“Keep going,” she says.

My fist runs up and down my cock faster now that I’m picturing her getting off in my bed. I use my free hand to squeeze my heavy balls. “Just when I think you’re on the brink, I remove my hand.”

“What? No.”

I chuckle because her voice is so damn cute. “I lie down on my back and ask you to get on top of me. Taking the tip of my dick, I run it along your wet folds, pushing it against your clit. Your fingernails dig into my pecs, and I watch you get right back to where I left you with my hands on your pussy. God, you’re soaked, baby.”

“I am,” she confirms, and my fist moves faster along my shaft. “So wet.”

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.”

“Grab the base of my cock and guide me into your pussy.” I close my eyes, imagining she’s really on top of me, and it isn’t my hand but her pussy clenching my dick.

“Henry,” she says in the voice she uses when she’s about to come.

“Do you feel how much I stretch you, how perfect I am for you? Your pussy was made for my cock and my cock only.”

“Yes.”

“Ride me and let me see those tits bounce.”

“Oh shit.”

“Bend forward so I can suck on your nipple. They look too good not to have my mouth on them.”

“Fuck,” she says, panting.

I keep pumping as the tingling in the base of my spine starts. “You feel my tongue swirling around your hard nipple. I suck hard and use my teeth because I’m a crazed man, desperate to have all of you. I crave you. Your tits. Your pussy. Only you, Jade.”

“I’m coming!”

I increase my speed, closing my eyes and envisioning her when she comes apart around my cock. I explode at the same time she does, the two of us panting over the phone as we reach our climaxes.

A minute later, she sighs. “Shit, Henry, I think we could do a long-distance relationship if we had to. You’re so damn good at phone sex.”

I chuckle. “Glad to hear it, since I think it might have to be our thing during the season.”

“That was so good. I’m all tired now.”

“I love you,” I say, tired myself. Traveling always adds to my exhaustion.

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