Page 36 of Ruck Me

“About that. I’ve been thinking …”

“Yeah?” I asked, my gut clenching with nervous anticipation.

“I’m readyEoin.”

Holy fucking Christ, thank you baby Jesus in a manger! I screamed in my head as I fought to keep my outward reaction steady. “Are yousure?”

“Yes,” she answered, her voice growing bold. “I want you inside ofme.”

I snaked my hands under the elastic waistband of my joggers and dragged them down past my dick. I couldn’t remember if I’d locked my door on the way in, but it was too late to check. There was no way I was going to ask her to hold that thought while I made sure. If one of the lads walked in while I had my fist wrapped around my cock, that’d teach them to knock the next goddamnedtime.

“Say that again.” I slowly worked my hand up and down my shaft.

“What?” she asked, her tone teasing.

“Tell me you want me inside ofyou.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Fuck yes, I’m touching myself. You just told me I get to fuck you soon. It’s a miracle I didn’t come the second you saidit.”

“I want you to fuck me, Eoin.”

“Are you touching yourself?” I asked on a strangledmoan.

“Aoife …” I said when she didn’t respond, drawing out her name on an upward stroke. “Please tell me your fingers are playing with your pretty littlecunt.”

“Yes, I’m touching myself,” she answered on a light moan. “I can’t stop touching myself.”

“Me either baby,” I agreed, picking up my pace. I trapped the phone between my ear and shoulder and reached down with my other hand to cup my balls and roll them in my hand. “I want you so bad,” I groaned, no shame in my confession.

“I know,” she answered on a shudder. “I can’t waitEoin.”

“I’m going to make it so good for you, I promise. But before I fuck you with my cock, I’m going to make you come on my mouth. Are you picturing it Aoife—my lips on your clit, my tongue fucking your sweet little pussy?”

Staccato gasps echoed on the other end of the line. “Yes,” was all she managed to say between pants. “Yes, please.”

“That’s it baby, fuck your pretty pussy with your fingers and pretend they’remine.”

I was getting close, but I wanted Aoife to come first. I always wanted her pleasure to come beforemine.

“Oh my god Eoin, I’m coming!” she cried, her orgasm rolling through her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted.

Her pleasure was my undoing. My balls constricted and my whole body shuddered just before something like an electric current shot down my spine and I came so hard that I saw stars.

Literal fucking stars.When I came back down from the greatest high I’d ever felt, I heard Aoife laughing into the phone.

“You still there?”

“Yeah,” I croaked. “Holyshit.”

“I know. It’s never …”

“What?” I asked, pride egging me on. I had a sneaking suspicion what she was going to say because it had been like that for metoo.

“I’ve never come that hard before.”

“Me neither,” I answered honestly.

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