Page 49 of Bite Your Tongue

Ifinish telling Ryder about my shift, and I know after this small talk, we’re both itching to take this FaceTime to another level. Even on a screen, I can feel Ryder’s presence through my entire body. We’re going to see each other in a few days, and yet from the way he’s looking at me and the captivating, charming drawl in his tone, I know he’s up to no good.

“You in your bed?” he drawls, and it’s apparent he’s in his. He’s not smirking or grinning; instead, his eyes look glazed.

“Yeah,” I answer, my voice sounding throaty and desperate.

My hand begs to slide down my body, but I wait to see where exactly he’s going to take this call.

“You been thinking about me at all, Brat?” He pauses. “And remember, don’t try to lie.”

“Yeah, I have,” I whisper, not even trying to fight it. “A lot.”

He drags in a breath, his neck stiffening before he swallows. “Oh, yeah? Tell me, what was that slutty mind of yours imagining?”

I don’t even wait to see if he’s going to give me a command before I slide my hand down my stomach and push my fingers under my panties.

“Your cock mostly.” The words come out in a dull grumble.

He smirks, and then a deep chuckle rumbles from his chest. Within seconds, the camera is turned, and the image of his hand gripping his steel cock flashes on the screen. My mouth waters, and I moan just before he turns it back to his face.

“That cock, baby?” he grunts, and it’s obvious he’s stroking himself. “My fat cock is what you’ve been imagining?”

“Yes,” I breathe out. “If you were here … I’d tell you to fuck me, Ryder.”

He bites down on his lip, a bit of sweat beading on his forehead. “I’d fuck you so hard that you’d feel like I was going to break you in half,” he growls. “Bring those fingers to your slutty lips. Let me see you get them nice and wet before you finger-fuck yourself.”

Following directions like the greedy, horny girl that he’s making me, I lift my hand to my lips and hold two fingers to my mouth.

“Get them nice and soaked, just the way you’d soak my cock if you had the chance.”

I close my eyes, pretending my fingers are his cock, and I get them completely soaked, just the way I would do for him if he were here.

“Goddamn it. I love the way your lips wrap around my dick,” he says, groaning slightly. “Feels so fucking good.”

Taking my fingers from my mouth, I move them back between my legs, and he hisses.

“Christ, Saylor. I can’t decide if I want the screen on your face while you fuck yourself or on that pretty pussy while you play with it and pretend it’s my cock.”

I decide right then that I won’t make him choose. Sitting up abruptly, I set the phone on my nightstand and position my body in front of it.

“Fuuuck,” he hisses. “Spread your legs wide, baby. Let me look at you.”

I eagerly do as told because I’ve never been more turned on than when Ryder Cambridge bosses me around when I’m naked.

My cock is like steel in my hand, and I pump as I stare at the screen. Saylor is completely bare for me, her legs spread and her beautiful, dazed eyes staring me down as she plays with her pussy.

“Such a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you, baby?” I practically groan the words. “Always so eager to have my dick inside of you,” I grunt, stroking faster and imagining it’s her pussy wrapped around me.

“Yessss,” she hisses, her thumb suddenly rubbing circles against her throbbing clit.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and let me watch that pussy come?” My eyes are hooded with pure need, but I keep them cracked enough to watch the hottest show play out in front of me.

I’m a dude. I’ve watched porn. None of those videos ever had my dick this hard though.

“I want to watch you come,” she whimpers. “Please … let me see your dick explode.”

Holy fucking balls.

Speaking of balls, mine draw up simply from her filthy mouth.

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