Page 6 of Wrong Number, Right Silver Fox
"You are, Vixen, trust me. Making you come again is going to make me explode so hard I'll be covered with my own cum."
I laugh at that and slide another inch inside my channel. When I take it out, I feel this emptiness that I can't quite describe.
"Go in an inch further this time. Slow and easy, then take it out."
He's driving me crazy with this, and I don't know why I don't just disobey him and thrust deep inside. Except, following his orders is so hot. He keeps guiding me, making the vibrator penetrate me further and further until it's fully encased inside me. With the butt plug inside me, I feel filled to the max.
I moan loudly, and he chuckles on the other side of the line.
"Don't take it out, Vixen. Keep it deep inside you and turn it on."
"No, I can't…it's too much."
"You can handle it, my Vixen."
I trust his voice and click the button. There's a jolt of pleasure that almost gets me over the edge. I need something from him though.
"Savage, please. I can't take it anymore."
"You've got my cock inside you, Vixen, and you're going to squeeze it dry. I want you to pull every drop of my cum out of me with that tight little pussy of yours. Let's come together."
As if on command my pussy starts contracting against the vibrator, but is it the vibrator or Savage's thick hard cock? Once again, I scream with my release.
"That's it, Vixen. You're such a good girl. Fuck, I'm coming!"
I'm totally shattered by how intense this orgasm is. All I can hear through the phone is our pants as we regain control of our breathing.
"God, you made me make a mess, you dirty little vixen."
His sultry tone makes my body tingle, and I wonder if we could do this again soon.
"I think I'm going to have a good night's sleep tonight. Thank you, Savage."
Before I'm able to beg him for more, I end the call and turn off my phone.
Chapter 4
Emily
Ispent the rest of the weekend fantasizing about Savage. I'd never had phone sex with anyone, and what I experienced with him was out of this world—a one-time experience to be sure. The problem is, I can't get him off my mind.
And I need to focus right now, since it's my first day at my new job. Thankfully, I'm early and find a seat at the conference table. Normally, I wouldn't meet with the department heads, but my immediate superior wants me to shadow her closely before she takes her vacation one month from now.
I fidget with my pen and the notebook I brought to take notes in. I mentally berate myself for buying an artsy notebook instead of something black and drab, but serious. Story of my life.
The department heads start to stream in, and I'm shocked when I see this incredibly handsome silver fox enter and pour himself a cup of coffee.
My eyes follow him around the room, and I try to contain myself as he sits almost across from me. That means he'll be front and center in my line of vision. Unlike the other men coming in, he's wearing comfortable clothes—a buffalo plaid shirt over a t-shirt and jeans.
I love that look on my men. Wait. He's mine now? What happened to my obsession with Savage? That's a fantasy, though, and this man is flesh and bone, real. He takes a sip of his coffee, and I can't stop watching as his Adam's Apple moves as he swallows the liquid.
This is not good. I want to change seats. I want to hide. That is not an option. I promised myself I'd be all in for this job, and that means being seen. When his eyes connect with mine, I tense up and neither of us looks away for the longest time.
When the meeting starts I'm thankful for the distraction. That is until the silver fox starts giving his opinion on a topic. A chill goes through me. I know that voice. I heard it on Friday night on my phone. It can't be, can it?
The head of the English department had phone sex with me? What are the odds? I immediately search for him on the University's staff page. I'm hiding the phone under the table, but my boss, sitting next to me, can see I'm distracted, and she gives me a bump on the side.
I shut the phone and set it face down next to my notebook. Shit, shit, shit! What am I going to do? There's really only one thing to do. Stay silent. I stick to my plan when my boss introduces me. I just smile and say nothing. I don't know if she expected me to say a few words, but from my expression, she can tell I'm not budging.
