Page 108 of Vengeful Rotten Casualties

“Feel yourself,” he demands. “Slide those naughty little fingers of yours into your pants and tell me how wet you are.”

I swallow roughly as I let one hand trail down between my breasts, over my stomach, until I reach the top line of my panties. When I delve inside, I’m immediately met with the heat of my own pussy. A moan slips out as my fingers touch my clit and move down further.

“I’m soaked, Luc,” I tell him. “I’ve barely touched myself and my fingers are already drenched.”

“Are they?” His voice is gruff, hard. “Take off your panties and spread your legs.” There’s a rushing sound of air on the other line, but I ignore it as I set the phone down and slide the outer straps of my underwear down my thighs.

“Stop,” Luc orders abruptly.

“They’re not off yet,” I say.

“That’s fine,” he growls. “Leave them on one ankle, like you’re a dirty little girl who couldn’t even bother to get them all the way off before you had to start touching yourself again.”

Luc’s words filter into my brain, sending a rush of adrenaline and endorphins through me. “Is that what you want?” I taunt. “For me to be a dirty girl?” I set the phone to the side of my head and spread my legs, lifting my knees so that I’m spread open. Cool air brushes over my sensitized clit and sopping wet pussy.

“You are a dirty girl,” Luc replies. “My dirty girl. Feel yourself. Rub your fingers in a circle around your clit. Get it ready for me, baby. Imagine that I’m sitting right there with you. I’m so hungry. Taunt me, pretty girl.”

Another moan bubbles up out of my throat as I follow his commands. I rub my clit around and around, my skin practically sizzling with the sensations. “Luc…” I breathe his name.

“Tell me what you feel,” he orders.

“I’m dying,” I tell him honestly. “I want you to touch me.”

“I want that, too, pretty girl,” he swears. “I want to slide my fingers into your cunt and feel how tight you contract around me. I want to lick your clit until you can’t stand it, until you have to push me away because it hurts so fucking good. How are your tits feeling?”

“Hot,” I confess. I feel like I’ve been filled with so much heat that even with the air conditioner blasting, I could combust at any moment.

“Take your bra off.”

I hurry to follow his command, tossing the blasted thing over the side of the bed as I grip my breasts in my hands, squeezing them as if that will alleviate some of the need and pain inside of me.

“You’re touching them, aren’t you?”

My groan is my only response. I can’t stop. My hips rotate on the bed, gyrating against an invisible body that lingers over me. My eyes close so I can imagine him here with me. Luc over me, his naked chest brushing against my hardened nipples. His hands curving over my sides, touching me but never quite where I need him. Teasing me. Taunting me.

"Luc!” I practically cry out. “Please.”

“Soon, baby.” He’s panting, himself. I can practically hear the need in his voice as he speaks. “Touch yourself some more for me. Pinch your nipples. Roll them between your fingers like I would. I bet they’re swollen for me, aren’t they?”

“Yes….” I do what he says, pinching my nipples until it hurts and tears are gathering in the corners of my eyes. I roll them between my thumb and forefinger, feeling bolts of electricity shooting down my limbs. I’m a panting, drooling mess. My pussy just as swollen as my tits as I play with myself at his command.

“Are you across from the door?” Luc suddenly asks, clearing away some of the lustful fog from my brain.

I glance up. “Y-yeah?” Confusion tints my voice as I stare down the length of my bed at the bedroom door directly across from it.

“Good,” he says. “Imagine I’m about to walk through that door and see you. What would I see?”

I gulp down another breath. “I-I’m spread open,” I tell him. “My hands are holding my breasts. I’m so turned on… Luc, I want you.”

“If that’s true then you can be a little more specific, can’t you? Tell me what else I’d see. I know you like your tits, but I bet your pussy is hungry, why don’t you feed it a few fingers for me.”

I moan and let my hands fall away from my chest as I reach down and slide my fingers through my wetness. “They slip right in,” I admit as I push first one and then two fingers inside my pussy while rubbing my thumb over my clit. “I’m so wet for you.”

“Spread your legs wider,” he growls. “As wide as you can.”

I strain against the bed, my back arching as I finger myself, stretching them apart as I try to fill up the empty void inside. Nothing will do, though, I know. Because it’s not Luc.

“Are you dripping, pretty girl?” Luc asks, as his voice cuts closer and it sounds as if I’ve been taken off speaker phone. Distantly, I hear footsteps on the other line, but I don’t care. I’m so far gone that all I can do is respond.

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