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“Fuck,” he groans. “Yeah, that’d do it. I need to come inside you again, Atley. I can’t even explain that feeling with words.”
He doesn’t have to, I’m already craving it again. Biting my lip, I slide off the counter and make my way to my bedroom. “How would you do it this time?”
He hums. “Are we imagining in the bathroom again? I don’t want to say what I’d do in your place yet, I’m just going to show you. But if this was the bathroom, I’d bend you over so I can watch my cock slide in and out of your pussy and stare at that ass.”
“What if we weren’t at the bathroom or my house, we were in yours like you said?” Carefully, I lay down and grab my vibrator from my nightstand. As much as I want to feel his cock inside me again, I think my pussy needs a breather. “What would you do if I were sitting right next to you right now?”
I don’t know what he’s doing, but I hear him move around and get comfortable before he answers. “First I’d reach over and touch along your thighs, getting closer and closer to your pussy, and teasing you until you’re squirming. I can see you clenching your legs together in anticipation, so I’d have to move onto the floor in front of you and open you up. I’d honestly probably have to stare at your pussy for a minute because I need every inch of it burned into my mind before I start. Then I’d kiss and lick my way closer until your scent drives me fucking wild. Do you want me to keep going, baby girl?”
My finger fumbles to find the button to turn the damned thing on, but I hum a yes as I feel the vibrations kick on. “Don’t stop.”
“I can hear that,” he teases, chuckling as he adjusts his position again, and this time when he speaks, I can tell he’s lazily stroking himself. “Next I’d eat your pussy again, feast on it until you’re quivering and begging for me to fill up your needy cunt. You’d beg for it, wouldn’t you, baby girl?”
My thighs twitch as I nod. “You’ve already ruined my favorite vibrator, Daddy. I feel empty without you.”
The groan he releases is sinful. “Because your pussy belongs to me. It already craves my cock and my cum, and after I made you come all over my face multiple times, I’d sit up and turn you around so you can hang onto the back of the couch while I fuck you until you cry.”
That does it. His honorific comes out in a whispered moan as my thighs squeeze my vibrator and the orgasm hits me. “Do you like the way my pussy squeezes your cock, Daddy?”
“Fucking love it,” he admits. “Best fucking feeling in the world, baby girl. Just thinking about it can make me come. Are you dripping for me?”
“Yes,” I gasp out, putting him on speaker so I can lay the phone on my pillow and reach between my legs. “Fuck, yes.”
“Let me hear it. Grab my cock, Atley.”
I feel the command all the way to my toes, so I flip around to grab it out of my nightstand. I might not have wanted to, but he’s very convincing.
After I get it nestled between my thighs, I grab my phone and hold the mic up to my pussy, letting him hear the wet, sucking sound as I fuck myself with just the head. “That’s you, Daddy. All you.”
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, the sound of him stroking himself reaching my ears like he moved his phone down for me too. “Do that squeeze for me.”
I’m not sure if he can hear a difference or not, but clenching around it has me moaning and sliding down deeper to grind against his piercing. “So fucking deep now, I can’t breathe. God, you’re big.”
“It’s because you’re so tight. Faster, baby girl. I’m gonna come.”
“It’s both. My pussy was made for your cock,” I rush out, grinding quicker until I’m whimpering. “Come with me, Daddy.”
“Shit. Atley!” The long growl he releases has my spine arching as I come right alongside him, all over his thick cock. God, I already miss the real thing.
Panting, I keep it inside myself as I pick up my phone again and take it off speaker. “How much did you cum? How much did I miss?”
“A lot.” He exhales a sated breath. “Hold on.” His phone is jumbled around for a moment, and then mine vibrates in my hand. “Look at the picture.”
His torso is covered in ropes of cum that I’d give anything to lick up. Just one littletaste. “I think I love you,” I mumble. “Is it always like that? Tell me it’s always like that.”
Night hums in a way that tells me he’s biting his bottom lip. “You like cum, pretty girl? Yeah, it’s always like that. Does my little cumslut want a taste?”
I can’t lie, it makes me smile. Most people get weirded out by cum, but I fucking love it. Well... most of the time. With the right men. “I loveyourcum,” I clarify. “And yes, your little cumslut wants a taste.”
“I’d feed it to you if I could, but don’t worry. When I come and take you, you’ll get to have some in all three holes.”
My pussy clenches around the dildo so hard, it makes me grunt. Fuck, I want that. I want it badly enough I’m tempted to tell him to come tonight, but I can’t. I have to go back to Ronan’s later for Orion’s weird Sunday dinner ritual. He just started a couple of weeks ago, but he’s very adamant we have to go. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
And I’ll figure out who he is then if it fucking kills me.
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