Page 47 of Into the Blue
Placing the phone on speaker, I sit up. “I’m not fuckin’ around. Are you gonna play with that little pussy for me?”
Her mischievous smirk is obvious from the tone of her response. “Grabbing something right now.”
Mine stretches to match hers. So willing to play. “What you grabbin’?”
My phone vibrates and a picture message pops up.I just got a dick pic from my girl.“This one is as close as I’ll get to what you feel like.”
The toy is clear and girthy but definitely not as big as I am.
Lust crawls up my throat and I grab myself over my cargos for now. “It’ll do.”
“Good,” she says and I hear the snap of a bottle opening.
My mouth drops open. “You got the lube already?”
“You said you weren’t fucking around, right?”
A groan rumbles in my chest.I wish I was there to see this.
“Let me see,” I command.
The tone for a video call plays in my ear. Suddenly, I’m looking at her lush titties and bare pussy spread on my black sheets with the lighting glowing around her. I don’t know if seeing her is better or worse. I’m bricked up and pressing against my fly.
“Are you gonna keep your clothes on for this?” She asks while squeezing one of her full tits.
I take my pants and boxers off, not bothering with the shirt. Don’t have lube or some shit like that. I settle for spitting into my hand and stroking my shit for her to see how hard she’s made me.
She chuffs and shakes her head, rubbing the tip of the toy over her clit. My eyes are glued to the way her lips blossom open. The deep pink calling to me. “One day you’ll take that shirt off.”
“One day,” I say to her pussy. “Pinch those nipples. I like ‘em hard for me.”
She listens, using her forearm to lift them and rolling one between her fingers. I bite my lip, wishing it were me giving them that kind of attention. Cupping and squeezing them. Wishing I could have my mouth over them.
“Harder.”
Her moan is loud in my quiet hotel room and I relax on the bed again. Her breathing is getting faster, as her other hand is still rubbing the toy over her clit.
“Put the toy down for a minute,” I say. “Show me how wet you are.”
Racquelle uses her index and ring fingers to spread her lips for me. The middle circles her opening, gathering the slick moisture there.
“Damn, bae. Want to put those fingers in my mouth.”
“Just the fingers?” She asks and slides the middle finger in all the way. Her lips form a perfect “O” as her brows pucker in concentration. She starts moving the finger in and out, probably reaching for her g-spot.
“Nah,” I manage though my focus is solely on how she’s teasing herself. I stroke myself a few times and squeeze the head to hold off on coming. It’d be easy as she’s putting on this show. I need to last so I can see just how far she’ll let me pushher. “Put the rest in.”
“Okay… Likethis?” Her voice catches on the last word as her tight hole stretches to accommodate three more of her fingers. I remember just how warm and snug my fingers were inside her.
“Just like that. Be good for me and hold the camera right up to that pussy. Wanna hear how wet you are.”
She giggles, actually giggles, with three fingers pumping in and out of her. “You’re a freak, Blue.”
“You knew this.” My cheek hikes on one side. “Now let me hear that needy pussy. Wish I could taste it.”
She moves the camera how I asked and I’m about to bust.
Every sound is driving me crazy.
