Page 36 of In Plain Sight

“I move off you and tell you to spread your legs. What do you do?”

“I spread them.”

“Good boy. Do it for real, right now.”

“Done.”

“Suck on your finger, get it nice and wet.”

His moan was low and muffled.

“When it’s good and wet, I want you to touch your hole. Pretend it’s my tongue. Touch yourself exactly how I tell you, how I would do if I was there with you right now.”

“God, Nice. This is so fucking hot.” He huffed out a bewildered-sounding laugh. “I’m so close.”

“That’s good,” I said, dropping my voice a bit to help soothe him. “You’re doing so good.”

“Yeah?” he asked, a dreamy quality to his voice.

“Yes. You’re perfect. Everything about you is perfect.”

Another sound escaped him, a cross between a sigh and a gasp.

“Now circle your hole. Be gentle because I want to tease you. Are you doing that for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy.”

“Fuck,” he mumbled.

“Now press a little harder, not too hard, just enough to feel it.”

His gasp told me he’d obeyed.

“Rub your finger over it. Get yourself nice and wet because I want to fuck you with my tongue. Do you want that?”

“God, yes. Need it.”

“Push your finger inside, only a little bit. Does it feel good? Do you like having my tongue in you?”

“I need to jerk,” he whimpered.

“Will you come if you do?”

“Probably.”

“Not yet.”

He huffed out a disgruntled sound. “I wanna come.”

“I know, but first I need to get my dick in you. I need to fuck you, then maybe you can come.”

“Nice,” he whined.

“I’m still fucking you with my tongue. I’ve lubed up my fingers. I’m pressing one against your hole, and I start to push in. Do you want me to fuck you with it?”

“Yes,” he said on a groan.

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