Page 112 of From Maybe to Baby

His voice is making me hot. I can’t deny it.

"Sounds like very thorough research," he says, his voice getting gravelly.

"Yes. I was thinking I might need some... clarification on certain plays."

"Now?"

"Well, I am up. You're up. Might as well be productive."

"Professional productivity?"

"Something like that."

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” I urge gently.

“I’m, ah, at a loss for words. What do you want me to say?”

“Anything, so long as it’s dirty. Tell me how much you want to see me naked, Jonas.”

Jonas hesitates before finally speaking again. “I want to see you naked. Then I want to fuck you.”

A soft giggle escapes me. “Say it like you mean it.”

He takes a deep breath, and I can hear him getting settled in in his bed. “I want to fuck you,” he says quietly. “I want to slip my hard cock deep inside your hot, wet pussy.”

Oh my God. I slip my hand my panties. “Mmmm. I like that. Would you also like to go down on my pussy and taste me?”

“Yup.” His voice goes deeper, rougher. “I’d love to lick and suck your clit, then bury my tongue inside you.”

“Oh, God. You’re getting me there. I’m fingering my pussy now. It’s so wet.”

Holy shit. I’m having phone sex with Jonas Knight, hockey star and hot-as-shit dad. My breath gets choppy. “Your dirty talk is getting me close to coming. Are you naked?”

“I’m wearing boxers.”

“Take them off.”

I can hear rustling, then he comes back on the line. “Done.”

“That’s better,” I croon. “Is your cock nice and hard?”

“Fuck yeah. It’s hard and pointing toward the ceiling. I wish you were here so I could slip it inside you.”

“I know you do. Stroke yourself for me, Jonas. Imagine your big dick in my mouth right now. My wet tongue is licking your hard shaft while my lips are wrapped tightly around the head. Then I take it all the way into my mouth until it touches the back of my throat. Now I’m playing with your balls while I’m deepthroating you. You taste so good.”

“Fuck,” he pants. “I think we should do a sixty-nine.”

“Oooh, I like it,” I say.

“Mmmm, yeah. You’re on top of me, taking my cock down your throat like you said while your delicious pussy is sitting on my face.”

Damn, he’s good at this.

“Then I start stroking your cock with my hand while I suck your head harder and harder, getting all the more turned on by the feel of your tongue in my pussy. I get you almost to the point of coming, then I stop just in time.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t come yet. I have to fuck you first.”

“That’s right. I need your dick inside me. My pussy is begging to be filled. I need you. Right now. Deep inside me. Fill me up, Jonas. Fuck me, please.”

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