Page 159 of Sebastian's Baby

I can barely breathe as I watch my phone, wondering what she’s going to say to that.

And which one of those are you indulging in tonight?

There’s only one of them that I want to do, so I tell her the truth.

I’m about five minutes away from getting on a plane and indulging in number one if you’ll agree to it.

God, I wish she’d say yes, but I doubt she will. I imagine what it would be like if she said yes. I could get on the next flight to Seattle and fuck her before the morning. I’m hard as hell and disappointed when I read her response.

Disagree. Sorry, Sebastian Fox, I’ve got a friend over and can’t play tonight.

I hit the button to call her, and she answers quickly.

“I’m sure Becky’s visit would be finished by the time I got there,” I laugh.

“How do you know it’s Becky? Maybe it’s someone else.”

“Picked up a boyfriend in the last week, have you, princess? Moved him in already? That was quick,” I joke.

“Yup, that’s exactly right. He’s got a big cock, too, bigger than yours. He satisfies me with it every night, and I never ever think about you when we’re fucking,” Lita tells me, sounding amused.

“You’re a liar, princess. I think about you all the time, and I bet you’re wishing it was me pounding you, not him.”

I’m hoping for a reaction, and her small gasp is hot as hell, causing my cock to jerk in my sweatpants.

“Hang on a sec. Becky, I’m just going to take this call into my bedroom,” she said quickly.

“Holy shit!” Becky exclaims and says something else while laughing.

I figure out what it was when Lita says defensively, “We’re not going to have phone sex; it’s just a private conversation.”

“Oh, we’re going to have phone sex, princess,” I assure her. “Or, at the very least, I’m going to tell you all the things that I would do to you if I was there, regardless of if you have some theoretical big-cocked boyfriend or not.”

Lita is silent for about five seconds when I finish speaking before she says, “Then you have two options. You can call me back later when Becky’s gone, or you can not tell me those things.”

Fuck. Yes.

“I’ll talk to you later, princess.”

I hang up with a massive grin on my face. She’s basically just agreed to have phone sex with me, and I can’t wait. It’s already after nine here, and I don’t want her to think that she should not contact me if it gets too late, so I send her another text.

Call me back when Becky leaves. I don’t care what time it is.

The message shows as read, and then she sends one more reply.

Okay.

I can’t wait. I’m so fucking hard just thinking about it, so I scroll back up to the photo she sent me. I look at it as I pull my sweatpants off and grasp my erection. I imagine that it’s Lita doing it instead, and I look at her luscious lips, pretending that she then moves down to wrap her lips around me. I envisage her sucking me and fucking me until I come while groaning loudly.

I clean up, then head back to the bed in a post-orgasm glow. It’s almost three hours later when my phone rings and I see the name ‘Princess’ on the screen.

“Hi, princess. I was beginning to think that Becky might never leave.”

“Look, I considered moving her in with me, just so I would never have to speak to you again,” Lita teases me.

“You hate talking to me that much, huh?”

“I don’t know; you’re the one who didn’t speak to me for a week after the wedding,” Lita says in a casual tone.

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