Page 76 of Blackout: Book Two

“You’re killing me.”

“Touch yourself.”

There’s no use in protesting. I needed this as much as him if not more. I had to at least try. Scooting up the mattress until my back straightened against the headboard, I hiked my knees as high as I could and kept my feet flat against the bed. My fingers danced across my skin, rounding my belly, finding the soft mass of curls between my legs. I was so fucking wet and so sensitive. With one hand I began to stroke myself, paying extra attention to my throbbing clit.

“I’m not going to last long,” I murmur, furiously rubbing at the bundle of nerves.

“It’s okay,” Blackie replies. “As long as you go off with my name on your tongue.”

“It feels so good,” I moan.

“How many fingers are you using?”

“I’m just playing with my clit.”

“No, no, no,” he grunts. “Get those fingers inside that sweet pussy.”

Another whimper sounds from the back of my throat as I slide my middle finger inside. Needing more, I push my index finger inside too. My fingers slide in and out as my thumb finds its rightful place on my clit. Desperate, I quicken the pace, imagining my fingers are my husband’s cock. My head slams against the headboard as I lift my hips off the mattress and fuck my hand.

“You’re close,” Blackie hisses.

“So close.”

“Come for me, girl. Give me something to remember when I wrap my hand around my cock and imagine it’s your cunt.”

“Oh God,” I pant, envisioning him on top of, sucking my nipples into his mouth as he pounds into me. The orgasm hits me hard, lighting me up from the inside out and I cry his name as I come.

“That’s it, girl. Get it,” he growls. “Fuck, Lace, when I get home you’re done for. That pussy of yours is going to beg for mercy.”

“Promise?” I pant, stilling my hand.

“No more promises,” he murmurs. “Only actions.”

Silence passes between us as I come down from my orgasm. I remove my fingers and stretch my legs out. Content, I sigh and close my eyes. If he was here with me, I’d curl into him and fall asleep. Actually, I’d probably blow him, then fall asleep.

“I can’t wait for you to come home,” I whisper softly.

“Soon.”

Not soon enough.

“Baby, I gotta go,” he says hoarsely. “My fucking dick feels like it’s going to fall off. Read that email if you want a visual.”

“Hmmm,” I reply, opening one eye to look at the computer screen. “Am I going to come again?”

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Stop talking.”

“I love you,” I whisper.

“Love you more.”

I don’t know who ends the call if it’s me or him, but as soon as it ends, I feel the loss of him. Too lazy to bother myself with the task of putting my panties back on, I reach for my robe. Sliding it back on, I tie the belt around my belly and pull the computer onto my lap. Waking up the screen, I settle in and read the email.

To:[emailprotected]

From: [emailprotected]

Subject:I couldn’t help myself…

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