Page 161 of Sebastian's Baby

“This picture seems to be missing a very important feature of yours,” she says, sounding disappointed.

I can’t help but laugh. “I see how it is; you’re only interested in my cock.”

“Not entirely true, but I am very interested in it right now,” Lita teases me.

I’m definitely turned on by her obvious desire for me, but I shake my head and tell her, “Well, you’ll have to close your eyes and picture it, because I’m not about to have our phones hacked and nudes of us leaked all over the internet.”

“Ah, shit, I hadn’t thought of that.”

“I’m more than happy to come over there and show it to you in person, any time you like,” I offer.

“Noted. Except, we’re not meant to be having sex at all,” she says, but her breathing is even faster now, and it makes me laugh.

She’s so fucking hot, and I can’t wait to be back there with her next week.

“I’m still going to try to have sex with you as often as I can, princess, and you don’t sound very committed to not having sex with me. I’ll make sure that I order a king-sized bed for my room so that there’splentyof space in it for you to join me there whenever you want to.”

“I won’t lie, I wish I was in your bed right now,” she finally admits.

Thisis what I’ve been waiting for, and I begin stroking my cock.

“There it is. I wish you were in my bed, too, princess. I’m imagining you with your mouth around my cock right now.”

“Wishing you were a million dollars poorer, huh?” Lita asks, sounding amused.

“Definitely. Or at least wishing I had the possibility of being a million dollars poorer.”

“Make sure you bring your checkbook with you to Seattle.”

Yes.

“Mm, are you promising that you’ll try and take my money when I’m over there, princess?” I keep stroking myself as I seek this clarification, wanting her to say she definitely will.

Lita laughs, and she’s panting when she says, “Yes, Sebastian, I will.”

“God, you sound so sexy. Are you fingering yourself right now?”

“I am,” she says, panting for breath between the two words.

This is the best fucking thing ever after fucking her, and I love hearing her ecstasy, so I tell her, “I want to hear you come, princess.”

I listen to her moans and pants as I tell her in both English and Italian how much I want to fuck her and all the things I imagine doing with her body. I stroke myself, but I make sure I don’t do it in such a way that I’ll come before she does because I want to focus on her orgasm.

When she comes, she moans, “Sebastian.”

“Fuck,” I tell her while panting for breath myself. “That is the best sound in the world.”

“Come for me, Sebastian.”

Fucking hell.

Hearing her instruction and knowing that she’s going to listen as I masturbate while thinking about her is so goddamn erotic. I stroke myself faster until spurts of cum splash on my stomach, and I moan her name.

I try to catch my breath, smiling in my post-orgasm glow, and tell her, “We should do that more often.”

“I thought you said you masturbated every day while thinking about me. You wouldn’t have been lying to me, would you?” she teases me.

“No, that was the truth, but it’s far more fun to do it when you’re on the phone. I miss you so much, princess.”

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