Page 69 of Rockstar Daddy's Second Chance

‘Yes.’

Suddenly, wanting to hear her voice, I swiftly dial her number.

Picking up, she answers, “Cass? I thought we were sexting.”

I let out a sigh of frustration. “I want to be there with you, but since I’m not–I at least want to talk to you. Hear your voice.” I confess in a rueful voice, “Besides, I got tired of typing.’

Kendrick gives a light laugh, “Me, too,” she admits.

“I like what you’re wearing,” I say huskily.

“Good. I bought it for you,” she tells me softly.

“Touch yourself.”

A moment later. “Okay, where?”

“Your breast. Your nipple. Lick your fingertip and then circle your nipple.” I wait, my imagination going wild. “Are you doing it?” I ask hoarsely.

“Uh-huh, and I’m thinking of you, imagining you touching me there.” She sounds breathless. The visual image I get of her following my demands in that getup drives me wild.

“Cass?”

“Yeah?” I respond gruffly.

“Are you… touching yourself?”

“Yes, I’m stroking my dick.”

“And you’re thinking… of me?”

“Yeah, baby. About how hot you look right now. It’s turning me on.”

“Me, too.”

I continue to whisper sexy instructions into the phone, and she does the same. As I hear her start to pant, I squeeze my eyes shut, stroking myself faster.

“Cass, I’m… I’m…”

“Come for me, Kendrick. Now,” I grit out and hear a soft whimper through the line. I almost drop the phone as I imagine how she must look.

“Cass, are you?”

“Almost… yes! Kendrick,” I say her name with a growl as I explode in my hand.

Silence then. “Was it good for you?” she asks softly.

“Yeah. I’m picturing you–you’re so beautiful when you come,” I whisper softly.

“I wish you were here, Cass,” she whispers back.

“Me, too, baby. Me, too.”

Silence.

“Damn!” I mumble.

“What’s wrong?”

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