Page 40 of Gilded Caresses

“I don’t need any dirtier secrets in my closet. That is not why I am calling,” she responds tartly.

And yet she has not hung up.

Dark hair spills around her heart-shaped face. Instead of looking like a mess, she makes bedhead look seriously tempting. Thicklashes tangle as they narrow on me. I don’t know if she does it consciously or not, but her face turns up in a cute pout when she doesn’t understand the motivation behind something.

“Do it, beautiful. Turn the side lamp on so I can see you better. Or I can get in my car, come over there, and then all your neighbors will see me walk into your apartment and run to tattle on us. Your choice.”

“Okay. Okay. I’m on the bed. I don’t see how this is going to?—”

“—the lamp,” I remind her.

Click.

“There. Happy?”

I hold her eyes firmly and force myself to talk slowly so she doesn’t miss the threat. “Talk like that to me when we are in the same room, and I will feed my cock to you in punishment.”

Her sexy, fuckable lips fall open in surprised silence.

“Good girl. Now, do you want to remember a little of the pleasure we had at The Society or go through your day grouchy and horny?”

She huffs and asks slightly breathless, “Is that a real question?”

“Feisty. I think our little breeder needs to find a quick release.”

“I didn’t call for phone sex, Lev. Where are the other two? Watching?”

“They wish.” I recline on my bed and shove one hand inside my boxers and pull the material back. With my other, I angle my phone where she can see the state of my condition. “Now do as I instruct.”

My cock fills the screen and I get another gasp from her but for a whole other reason.

“Lev.” This time that tone of hers is sultry and turned on.

“Put your phone on the nightstand and lie back.”

She blinks a couple of times and then I have the perfect view of Sapphire Constantine’s bare, wet pussy on my phone’s screen. Dark hair spills around her and silk puddles at her waist from the gown she wears. When she’s here with us, she will be lucky if we allow her clothes. I want full access to her beauty and her pussy. If she’s not pregnant already I have no problem making sure we do the job right the second time around. I grin to myself. Clothes will only hinder the process.

“Spread those legs baby. Let them fall open.”

“Like this?”

The growl she elicits from me is primal, deep, and animalistic as it rumbles through my chest.

“I like it when you sound hungry for me.”

I strain to hear her with how far away the phone is, but I know what she is saying without so many words. She misses us. The men are going to be so fucking jealous of what I am about to do.

“Do you always sleep with no panties?”

“Mm-hm. And no bra. Just a gown most times. I like the feel of cool sheets after a hot shower at night.”

“Spread those folds and show me.”

She rises to her elbows and you might think it’s nervousness on her face but the glimmer of hunger in her eyes says this is exactly what she needs.

Her cheeks warm red and I can see hints of her hard nipples playing behind the softness of the silk gown.

She visibly shivers when the pads of her pretty black-tipped fingers move over soft folds

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