Page 108 of Delicate Storm

“What would you like to do first?” Paige asks, her voice flirty while I’m still processing.

“Honestly?”

“Please.” She giggles.

“I’d like you to get on your dad’s private jet or helicopter or whatever he has and fly yourself here so I can show you the sights of Chicago while fucking you against the window.”

“Oh,” she rushes out. “That’s a good visual to start with.” She pauses and I chuckle. “But… what if Dad’s private jet or helicopter or whatever aren’t available?”

“I’d say too bad and tell you to get naked. Then I’d want you to get on your knees and spread your legs wide, opening yourself up for me.”

“God, that sounds good.”

“Do it, D’Angelo, and let me know when you’re back.”

Her breath hitches before there’s a thud, and I imagine the phone just dropped to the bed. Silence follows until the bed creaks again.

I wait patiently, my cock swelling as I picture her slowly removing her clothes and getting into position, exactly as I asked.

“I’m back,” she says breathlessly. “And now it’s my turn. I want you naked and lying down. I’m going to picture you with one arm behind your head and the other wrapped around your cock, ready for me.”

Jesus. This woman. “You sure you don’t want me to stay in my sweats? I know chicks dig that.”

Paige laughs but she doesn’t say no.

“You’re contemplating it, aren’t you?”

“I am. And I think you’re right. Leave the sweats but the rest has to go.”

“As you wish.” I smile and do as she asked, and when I’m on the bed, I put the phone on speaker and tuck my arm behind my head, exactly as she wanted. “I’m ready.”

“Me too.”

“Good. Next I want you to skate your hands down your body and picture my face between your legs, staring up at you, my fingers spreading your lips, getting you ready for my tongue.”

Paige sighs as she whispers my name, and the sound has my cock jolting. “That’s it. When you reach your pussy, I want you to slowly run your finger around the edge of your clit, but don’t touch it. Not yet.”

“God, East.”

“Keep going. Circle your clit a few more times and then I want you to do the same with that perfect hole, never touching, but getting as close as physically possible.”

Paige moans as she curses under her breath, and I picture her head dropping back as her pussy weeps for me.

“How long?” she rasps, her breathing picking up pace. I give my cock a squeeze but don’t pump it. I’ll move when she finally gets what she wants.

“Keep going. I want you to tease yourself until you can’t take it anymore. I want you begging me to let you touch yourself.”

“Oh God.”

She falls silent, with only her rapid breaths and soft mewls filling the air, and while she could be doing anything right now, I know that she’s not. I know that she’s doing what I’ve asked of her. Obediently.

My cock throbs in my hand, begging me for attention, but I hold strong.

“That’s it, Paige. Keep going. Good girl.”

“Fuck. East. Please. Please. I need it. I need your finger or tongue. I need you to touch me. I need you inside me. Now.”

Fuuck. My balls tighten and I involuntarily buck against my hand. I’ve never heard her so desperate and I want more.

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