Page 16 of American Beauty

“I’ve missed you,” she says, her fingers trailing lower, teasing.

“Show me,” I say, my voice rough, needy.

She doesn’t look away as she spreads her legs, her hand slipping between them. She exhales a soft, breathy sigh as her fingers stroke over herself, her body arching into her own touch.

“I miss the way you feel inside me. The way you fill me up and stretch me.”

A guttural groan rips from my throat. I lower my zipper enough to free myself, my hand grips my thick length, matching her slow, torturous rhythm.

The sound of her soft moans through the speaker sends a sharp pulse of need straight through me.

“You have no idea what I’d do to you right now.” My strokes tighten as I picture her beneath me, my hands gripping her, my mouth kissing and sucking on her skin.

“Tell me.” Her breath hitches as her fingers move in a circular motion. “I want to hear you say it.”

My grip tightens. “I’d have you pinned to the bed, powerless, your arms stretched over your head holding the headboard.”

Her eyelids flutter. “And what else?”

“I’d kiss my way down your body, taking my time.” My strokes slow, matching the lazy tease of her fingers. “But you wouldn’t be patient, would you?”

She shakes her head, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, a soft, desperate sound slipping from her throat—a sound that tells me no without saying the word.

“You’d be desperate. Already soaking for me. Already begging.”

A breathy moan slips from her lips. “That’s right.”

I groan, my restraint unraveling. “I’d slide my fingers inside you first, stretch you, feel how tight you are. And then when you were nice and slick, I’d push my cock into you––slow and deep––until you were shaking underneath me.”

She gasps, her back arching, her fingers working in slow, deliberate strokes.

“And then you know what, favorite? I’d wreck your perfect, tight little pussy. And when I came, I’d fill you with every drop of cum and then watch it drip out of you like a stream.”

Her whimper is sharp, breathless, and fuck, I can’t hold back any longer as her movements become more desperate. My body is right there with her, coiled tight, the tension unbearable.

The moment stretches between us, pulsing and electric, until neither of us can hold back.

She gasps my name as she shatters. I follow with a deep, ragged groan tearing from my chest as I fall over the edge with her.

Silence lingers, thick and sated, nothing but our heavy breathing filling the space between us.

I let out a breathless laugh, glancing down at the mess on my stomach. Fuck. It’s been a long time since I acted like this. Not since I was a stupid, hormone-drunk teenager.

The silence between us is thick with satisfaction. Our breathing slows, the lingering heat ebbing into something softer.

Magnolia exhales a contented sigh, her lips curling into a lazy smile. “That was…” she trails off, shaking her head like she doesn’t have the words.

I chuckle, still catching my breath. “Yeah. It was.”

She laughs. “Damn, you have a filthy mouth. I love it. I needed that.”

I smirk as I look back at the screen. “I needed it too, babe.”

She shifts against her pillows. I brace my elbows on the desk, holding the phone tighter, like that could somehow bridge the thousands of miles between us.

She tugs the blanket higher, fingers curling into the fabric. “I can’t wait until I can touch you again.”

I swallow hard, my voice coming out rough. “Me either, babe.”

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